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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 19, 2009 15:59:41 GMT -5
"No' too much..." Terent estimated, "Maybe 'alf an 'our if they decide tah be slow 'bout it..." he swung dangerously on his single handhold, the axe that one might think would slip free soon enough. "Ye're final choice is Survival or Puppetmaster." He announced, "If I go' tha' righ'." he looked down at the water with a placid smile, "If they're fast abou' i' we shou' be there in ten." he went to holding on with one hand and pushed a hand in his pocket, withdrawing a sheet of paper, it was completely blank and his purpose for withdrawing the slip was unknown.
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Post by Lucia on Jun 21, 2009 16:37:24 GMT -5
She smirked "Well then, I'll just have to hope they decide to be fast..." She then gave some thought to the choices, which seemed fairly straight-forward. "Survival" She let out a sigh and looked curiously at the blank paper, though she said nothing.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 21, 2009 19:49:16 GMT -5
Terent looked from the paper to his hand holding the throwing axe handhold and then he let out a disgruntled sigh, figuring that he should have thought such a thing as this through more he repocketed the paper for a later occasion, like when he'd have an opportunity to actually write- untill they got to Twilight Moon Academy they would simply be hanging from the back of a ship awaiting thier arrival, if of course the vessel was actually going to Twilight Moon, it was all too much of a possibility that they were on a direct course for the center of an ocean or something dastardly like that, which really would not have been an ordeal anyone would have enjoyed.
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Post by Lucia on Apr 8, 2010 19:40:16 GMT -5
(I'm hoping it isn't too late...I realize it's been a while, and to be perfectly honest, I was surprised to see that my account, let alone this thread, hadn't been deleted...so yeah >.>; )
While the idea that the boat might not be going in the direction of the Academy did cross her mind on a couple occasions, she chose to believe that Terent probably knew what he was doing. After all, it seemed a bit counter-productive to get potential students hopelessly lost in the middle of what may very well be the worst place she had personally ever been to. She didn't mind cold, but the atmosphere of the place they were in made the cold ten times worse than the coldest day of winter anywhere else in the world. Needless to say, Lucia was very much looking forward to getting out of here, especially since her arm was starting to grow tired from hanging from the axe...not that she was in any danger of losing her grip, but it was still annoying. "I swear...the first thing I'm doing once I arrive is taking a long, hot bath...It may take several of them to get these chills out out of my spine..."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 8, 2010 23:47:42 GMT -5
"Coupole minu'es..." he muttered with a shrug, "Possibly more." he smiled broadly but the respirator that covered his entire lower face kept it from showing. "o' less." he shrugged but the shrug was hard to notice due to his current holding himself up, "Bu' ye 'ave one more class to choose, either survival... or puppe'masteh." he threw out the last choice with a nonchalant air. He became quiet for a few moments, resting his forehead against the wooden planking of the ship and he released a quiet sigh, the respirator clicking at the finish of it as he breathed in the foggy, dense air. "So...." he swung his feet back and forth, obviously comfortable with the precarious situation of their state of hanging off the back of the ship, though not so much on the subject of small talk.
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Post by Lucia on Apr 9, 2010 0:17:32 GMT -5
She let out a sigh as Teerent spoke once more, muttering quietly "Please let it be less" She looked around, hoping to spot anything that might resemble land, then turned her attention to once he repeated the final choices. She had already given her answer, but chose not to make a big deal out of it, simply assuming he must not have heard her the first time "I'll go with Survival." And then an awkward silence. Normally, small talk wouldn't be a problem for her, but the current situation was far from normal. Even when she spoke, it was fairly obvious that she was trying desperately to find something to talk about...if nothing else, to pass the time "So...is it always this dreadful out here? Or is this just the cold season?..."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 9, 2010 23:44:50 GMT -5
Terent peered down towards the water then up towards the sky, then back towards the water and towards the sky once more, "No' too far, but a dragon woul'ave made th'trip a lo' shor'er." he commented, obviously musing aloud before his eyes snapped to his student, "Ah no, jus' th'shipyard is all." under his respirator was a small, encouraging smile. "Th'cademy 'as much be'er weather. Less dreary." he nodded enthusiastically before returning to swinging his feet back and forth, humming to himself, "Here i's always like this though, i's the magic an' th'death... i' stains th'place... i's a pocke' o'earth tha's jus' been pulled closer t'hell from all th'sufferin." he had seen two or three other places like this before, but despite his experience with them- they were still very, very rare... it was just... an unfortunate past that he had assigned to him by fate.
He remembered one of those fields in particular and a visible shiver passed through his body and he closed his eyes gently, the softness contrasting the sharp, biting silence he remembered in his mind, there were the bodies that would not rot- nothing lived in that place that dwelled in the vestiges of his memory. The bacteria and the vultures and crows would not touch the bodies- they would not take to flight there... it was barren with land that was so drenched in blood it became a putrescent bog of gore and hell and it's merciless hand reached into the soul and upturned it with the helplessness of the human soul and the despair of the young who learned they would die.
The elf felt bile rise in his throat but he pushed it down and eased his eyes open slowly and he was silent.
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Post by Lucia on Apr 13, 2010 12:01:58 GMT -5
She shuttered, the description he gave making the place even more miserable than it already was...just when Lucia had thought such a feat impossible. She took note of his expression when he fell silent, knowing that it was an expression of remembering horrible things he had witnessed...growing up in a town full of warriors, she came to recognize that expression all-too-well. As such, she chose not to pry, instead looking for any more signs of land and casually commenting on what he said earlier "Well, at least it's better at the academy itself."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 24, 2010 23:24:09 GMT -5
"Aye..." Terent spoke that one word, obviously not intending to speak much with the memories made fresh in his mind once more. Entire fields both in Bettel and Virisea that were stained in such a manner, the weather didn't even change- time was frozen there and in winter the snow would fall all around save for the battlefield. The boat they were clinging to began to ease to a stop and Terent looked around with the same weary sort of appearance in his dark lavender eyes that made him appear very, very old and by human standards he was but for an elf he was actually rather young.
Licentia.
He gazed at the waters that were still murky and dark though as if passing over a threshold there was a sharp line that divided it into clear water, a few skeletal hands could be seen reaching out, searching for a stray fish nearby the line but none of the undead actually trekked out of the area. Necromancers had been in whatever ordeal it was that had caused the taint on the shipyard, it seemed. Accross that divide though, outside of the reach of the shipyard it was actually pleasant, partly cloudy with a gentle breeze wafting from the west to carry the smells of the flowering plants and pungent herbs in the school's botanical gardens though Terent didn't notice the smell, it was filtered out because of his respirator so he wasn't able to.
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