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Post by Qwerty on May 10, 2009 14:59:15 GMT -5
The silence of the Ghost Shipyard was disturbed by a faint squeaking, barely penetrating the thick forest. Only when a man emerged wheeling a large crate was the sound's source reveled. The man appeared to be in his forties, with a thick mustache and blue overalls. He stopped when he was about ten feet from the docks, glanced at his clipboard, and slid the crate onto the ground.
As the man wheeled his empty cart away, Qwerty was beginning to wake up. The crate began to whir, followed by what sounded like a power drill. Screws began to abandon their posts, falling out onto the ground. After a moment, one side of the crate fell flat, and Qwerty stepped out.
His brown hair was neatly tripped, and his skin was eerily free of blemishes and even body hair. Brown eyes scanned the area, clicking softly as they switched to infrared vision. "Interesting."
The whirring died down, allowing the pressing silence to return to the shipyard. Qwerty reached into the crate and pulled out a box, from which he pulled a small metal ball. The ball unraveled, taking the vague shape of a spider and leaping from his hand. It quickly scuttled along, analyzing the area for him. "Well, I know which way the school is," he said, staring out at the lake. "Problem is, I'm not waterproof."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 17:09:55 GMT -5
Music lilted in the air as a sole being walked through the mist, his amber eyes looking over the landscape silently with a metallic flute instrument raised to his lips. He seemed to rather be minding himself for the current moment, bits of hair hanging in his face and his large tan jacket closed around him to keep him warm and separated from the damp air. He stopped his walk upon seeing the stranger, a slight smirk coming onto his face, "And you must be the person who thought it wise to send packages to Twilight Moon Academy?" He asked intuitively.
"I like him." came a voice from a floating pair of lips and eyes hovering just over the stranger's shoulder, "He's very nice, yes?"
An identical pair appeared in the air in front of Qwerty, "Yes!" it proclaimed, "Friends now, yes?" it asked as a body formed around it and it was revealed to be a small creature no taller than eight inches with a broad smile and a mischevious glint in it's eyes, there was a similar creature on the musician's shoulder as well.
"Yes indeed!" The creature on the stranger's shoulder agreed, "yes, yes!" obviously they were quite fond of the word yes.
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Post by Qwerty on May 11, 2009 18:38:42 GMT -5
Qwerty looked at the man, and at the disembodied mouths hovering in the air. "Yes, that would be me. It's rather difficult to move some of my larger components, so I had them shipped separately. I hope that isn't a problem." Both Qwerty and the Black Widow were intensely scanning the strange creatures, as well as analyzing the song he'd been playing. "My name is Qwerty, but then I suppose you already knew that. I take it you're the one who's supposed to escort me to the school?" His voice was only slightly choppy, actually rather advanced as far as synthetic voices go.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 18:52:17 GMT -5
The man nodded, "Yes, I'll be taking you to the campus and I'll be your master teacher." Gavin was actually curious if a synthetic being would be able to harness magic and he actually seemed rather enthused with the finding out of such a question. "My name is Gavin Hales, and these two- they're the imps. If you leave them alone then they should move on soon enough." He mentioned to Qwerty, trying to do him a favor.
The imps kept smiling nonetheless, and one of them spontaneously changed shape into a miniature form of Qwerty and it mimicked his voice as well, "My name is Qwerty." It perfectly mimicked his mannerisms and then that was ruined with a large smile.
The other imp took shape as a miniature Gavin, playing away on a little flute with an exxaggerated look of being lost in thought, actually looking a bit like a halfwit as he plated the instrument before the creature suddenly wrapped in on itself till it was nearly a microscopic dot there in the air, defying the laws of physics by taking an item of one size and decreasing its size without an increase of density or mass ratio. The imps were impossible if any universal laws were correct.
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Post by Qwerty on May 11, 2009 18:59:28 GMT -5
Qwerty stared intently for a moment, his eyes clicking through several different modes as he glanced between the imps. For a moment he was completely still, but it didn't take long to reach a temporary conclusion. Thankfully, Qwerty was more than just a computer, he was a simulation of a human brain. And as such, he could always decide that something was for the moment unexplainable, or attribute it to magic, however much science argued against it. Still, he would be intrigued by the imps for some time now.
"Alright then," he said, the Widow still scuttling around and scanning the creatures. "How are we getting across the lake? Before he'd finished his sentence, he'd hypothesized that the imps were merely advanced holograms, the sources of which he couldn't track. It at least satisfied his curiosity for the time being, though the theory would probably be disproven shortly.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 11, 2009 19:11:20 GMT -5
"Boat, probably." Gavin admitted with a slight shrug before he stepped away and looked along the shipyards, "It is the preferred method, after all." Rivers, boats, it seemed rather natural, actually.
The imp in the shape of a dot grew and was now a mirror image of the Widow, plopping to the ground and scuttling around, a metallic "OOoooooh..." coming from synthesized sounding vocal chords. The other imp still in the form of Qwerty laughed, looking at it's brother before it held out a hand that clasped a pair of glasses and offered it to Qwerty.
"Good gift, yes?" It smiled, nodding as it offered the ordinary pair of green rimmed child's reading glasses to Qwerty.
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Post by Qwerty on May 11, 2009 23:15:44 GMT -5
The Widow screeched and hissed at the imitation, bringing up a pair of forearms in defense. Qwerty glanced at it before turning his attention to his own copy, staring down at the glasses in its hands. "They look interesting, thank you. Do they have any unusual qualities, like yourselves?" He picked the glasses up with two fingers and held them up, shining a light from his free forefinger through the lens.
The Black Widow bounced up slightly and curled back into a ball, rolling over to rest at Qwerty's feet. Considering the distance between him and his computer base, it was too much strain to keep control of both his body and the spider at the same time.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 13, 2009 14:02:08 GMT -5
"Good gift, yes?" The imp asked, expecting a response and nodding enthusiastically. The glasses were just your normal pair of glasses really, a few scratches on the lenses from wear and were probably stolen from some child. Then a human ear, dry and cracked like it had been removed from a mummified corpse, "Good gift, yes?" It sounded worried, thinking that the glasses weren't satisfactory, because an 'interesting gift' did not mean a 'good gift' in the minds of the imps.
"They won't leave you alone now..." Gavin cautioned, heading off into the fog, "Follow me and we'll get you to Twilight Moon Academy." He instructed and the imp in the form of a Widow scurried off along the boards of the shipyard, following the man while making racecar noises. Odd place, huh?
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Post by Qwerty on May 14, 2009 19:04:48 GMT -5
Qwerty accepted the ear, staring with deep curiosity. He then looked at the imp, a slight clicking coming from his eyes. "Good gift, yes. Thank you." He caught up to Gavin, the spider-ball rolling along at his feet. "That may be true, but I don't like hurting anyone's feelings." He reached down and picked up the ball, stuffing it into his pocket. He slipped the glasses on to appease the imps, though they were a bit too small, and his eyes adjusted to bring things into focus.
"I'm not sure how well I'll fit in. I don't exactly have magical abilities like most people here." As they progressed into the fog, the clicking from his eyes occurred more often, his attempt to adjust.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 15, 2009 14:27:59 GMT -5
"I'm sure you'll get along fine at Twilight Moon." Gavin looked along the ships in the aptly called shipyard, "Though before we get there we have to work out your schedule of classes- I'm sure you won't mind at all. Every student has magic, Weaponry, Beastry, Master Class, and a break period then your choice classes start." Gavin explained, "Music, History, or even Potionry are your first choices. If you need an explanation then feel free to ask."
"You should take Flare- you can meet Shade and he's our bestest friend." the non-widow imp said with a serious expression on his face, "We'll help you with your classes." It smiled broadly, "And it'll be lots of fun! Yes, Yes! Lots of fun." It then plucked a hair from Qwerty's skull and the hair dissapeared into thin air with no trace residues or gasses and the imp looked with a serious expression, finding that there must have been a perfectly good reason for what it just did.
The imp in the form of one of the widows had moved on from racecar noises to those of airplanes and laser fire from a sci fi movie, obviously quite pleased with itself.
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Post by Qwerty on May 15, 2009 22:06:04 GMT -5
Qwerty tilted his head to the side. "Potionry," he said almost immadiately. "I can find massive amounts of information on history and music any time, but I don't know much about potionry." He stared at the imp - or, where the imp was - and squinted slightly. "Please don't pull my hairs out. They're annoying to replace."
This whole situation was rather intriguing to Qwerty. He'd never encountered anything like this, so his brain was running at full speed. One of the things that made Qwerty so smart was his ability to remember anything he'd ever seen or done, exactly as it had been. The drawback was, it took a large amount of storage space to keep track of everything. "What is Flare class, exactly?" he asked. "That one isn't as self-explanatory as the others."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 18, 2009 14:25:57 GMT -5
"Well your next choices are Flare, Holy, or Summoning. Holy is well, holy magic involving lots of defensive and healing spells while Flare is it's opposite, comprising of mostly more evil spells and focusing on desctruction and offense." He explained, nodding while looking towards the imp in the form of a widow for a moment.
The imp that had dissapeared was back and floating in front of Qwerty's face, "You should pick Flare! Shade's my bestest friend ever!" it exclaimed, atop it's head was gravity defying hair that stuck up like orange grass.
The imp in the form of a black widow shifted back to normal, "He's my best friend!" It shouted defiantly, pointing a finger at the other imp, "Ever!" it added finally, narrowing it's eyes. "I challenge you!" it said angrily and the two imps leapt at each other, shifting from the forms of miniature monsters and the like as they tousled on the ground with a cacophany of vicious noises.
Gavin payed no mind to it, "No need to heed thier advice, choose whichever one you think will suit you best." He advised, continuing on his walk through the shipyard quietly and patiently.
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Post by Qwerty on May 19, 2009 2:13:13 GMT -5
"In all honesty, I think Summoning would suit me best. I don't have much desire to attack anyone, and I doubt I even have the ability, but if there was a way to keep these Black Widows somewhere else and make them appear when needed, that would be handy." The robot-ball sprung to life once again, scurrying ahead to get a preemptive look at the area. "So, are we going to simply walk around the lake, or go across at some point?"
The Widow, meanwhile, began jumping from limb to limb, making its way through the trees. It paused for a moment, allowing a small chainsaw-like device to extend from its "mouth." With a small buzzing noise, it cut a sample from a tree, clutching the bark in its forelegs. It then zipped away, eager to check for anything usual.
Qwerty, however, continued watching the imps and their squabble. "What are they, anyway?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 19, 2009 14:11:08 GMT -5
"Demons, though it's arguable whether or not they're minor demons or not- very powerful things but rather lacking anywhere in intelligence, they don't seem capable of understanding thier ability- though like many demons they have no concept of right and wrong- they'll steal something from you or someone else to give it to someone else, considering it to be a gift." He nodded to the sunglasses that were given to Qwerty, "Dragoon- the art of dragon riding, samurai, or thievery are your next choices and while you ponder that..." Gavin raised the flute, or at least what should have been a flute, and instead there was a twig and he looked at it, suprised for a few moments before looking with a crocodile smile towards the imps, "Now if I could please have my flute back..."
"Nuh-uh!" One of the imps shook it's head, forming into the shape of young man, hazel-green eyes looking obstinately towards Gavin from stringy black hair and pale skin. "It's not yours anymore."
Levitating next to the strange new form of the imp was a miniature flute, speaking in a voice like bells, "We got it fair and square!"
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