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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 14:32:01 GMT -5
The air was thick enough to suggest coming rain, but it was clammy and cold to the skin, suggesting he was near. The people of surrounding villages described the haunted shipyards as a place of unyielding gloom. It was the seldom announced truth that armor always magnified the weather, and Lorien was fighting back shivers despite his two layers underneath. He was told by a mysterious elf --an elf, what a rarity!-- that he would complete his training at this place, though the gray pulsing of the water and the wretched appearance of the dock failed to suggest hope. He nevertheless kept it close. This was a place of magic, after all. Lorien's sapphire eyes widened beneath the low dip of his helmet, which came past the tip of his nose and left his mouth and jaw bare. There was something... a tiny glowing sphere of light, tinted blue from the misty air around it. In the swamps, he had heard of such... will of the wisps, were the called? It was supposedly good luck to catch one, but they often led to death if followed. But this was not some uncertain swamp, it was solid earth and sand. The purple-blue enamel of his armor shifted metallically in color as he approached it, gloved hands held out with extreme caution. Stretching above it like a cat, Lorien swiftly cupped his hands together to catch the creature. He would let it go afterward, of course, nothing deserved an unwilling captivity. But as soon as his hands touched it, the world went blank. He came awake lying spread out on the ground and a little dazed, and exhausted. You would think an unscheduled nap would do anything by tire a person out. Lorien carefully got back onto his feet, wincing at a headache just short of migraine. He could almost believe he had gone nights without sleep feeling this way. Well, that was a lesson learned. Some will o’ the wisps did not want to be caught. Wherever it had gone, he couldn’t see it now. There was not anyone here, actually. Laughing wryly under his breath, he wondered if he was always going to get himself into trouble this way.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 14:45:03 GMT -5
"Well I' 'ave tah say- tha was pre'y amusin' 'nough." Came a voice like laughter over the Ghost Shipyards, unusually upbeat and carefree for the place that surrounded it. A figure approached, assumedly the one to accomany the voice. "Th'name's Terent Flynn. I's a pleasuh tah make ye' aquaintance." he said with a regal bow to Lorien though there was a bit of a mischevious nature to it. This Flynn fellow was an elf as was evident from the long pointed ears that protruded forth from the teal hair that fell in wavy masses on his shoulders. Terent normally kept it tied up and away but he must've decided against it for the current day. His purple eyes surveyed the student for a few moments as the respirator over the lower half of his face clicked quietly every time Terent switched from inhaling to exhaling.
"Mrekerkekerkay..." came a croaking voice as a gecko hovered after Terent, his wings were like those of a dragonfly though lost in a blur so it seemed like the little creature was just levitating there accompanied by only a soft hum.
Terent laughed and looked towards the creature, "Indee', Smi'y!" he nodded, "I' seems tha lad is!" he commented, gesturing towards Lorien casually and absentmindedly.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 15:08:53 GMT -5
The eyes beneath the mask-like helmet brightened at the sight of Terent, and Lorien bowed in return, staying just a bit bent down a little to address the man. It was another elf, though a very short one. What an odd face device, but he could hardly question different customs. For all that he knew, all of Master Terent's people could wear them. Or perhaps it meant he was married, like the pointed teeth of women back at home. "It is an amazing pleasure to meet you, Master Terent," he said with excitement, his voice odd to his own ears. This had been the first time he had talked in two years, and it seemed his voice had been busy changing during that time. But Keeper in Heaven, it felt good to talk again. The bizarre little creature near the elf's shoulder could even talk, even if he couldn't understand it. He wondered if he hadn't really woken up at all this morning, and if this was a dream.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 15:24:37 GMT -5
"And ye aaaaaaaaaaare...?" Terent already had the student's name but it was recognizeable that it seemed a whole lot more polite for people to introduce themselves. There was an expectant look in his eyes as he awaited a response from Lorien, though he tried his best not to make it seem like his new student had done anything wrong. He heard this Lorien person was a good kid and he didn't want to treat anyone badly who didn't deserve it.
"Kemerkrawrkerkerkar...?" Smitty croaked, plopping onto Terent's shoulder and looking towards Lorien for a few moments before letting his gaze move back to Terent, he seemed confused if one was telling from his tone and actions.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 15:30:08 GMT -5
Lorien started slightly, and his face reddened. So much for a good start; he probably should have put more thought into actually meeting someone here.
"My apologies, I am called Lorien Albronda," he said. Though many questions dotted his thoughts, it seemed impolite to voice them. There was really no way to without making it seem he doubted Master Terent and his small friend's presence and intentions, and that would be unforgivable. So he waited in silence, hoping he was not offending them.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 15:49:22 GMT -5
"Well then, we should pro'lly be gettin' tah Th'Cademy sometime soon, shoul'nt we?" Terent suggested, "Smi'y! find us a boat." he said, turning to talk to the creature on his shoulder.
"Mrark!" Smitty croaked in response before buzzing off into the mist, one could only wonder how it'd manage to find it's way back from it's trip.
"Now, 'afore we ge' star'ed wi' thins we shou' figu'e out yer schedule, now shoul'nt we?" he took a sheet of paper out of his pocket and looked it over, he looked like he was probably an incredibly fast reader- either that or he was pretending to read it, "Ye'll be takin' Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, n' a Masta' class in tha' order, then ye'll 'ave yer optional classes. Go' tha?" he asked, looking back to the paper to double check what he had just said.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 15:56:33 GMT -5
Lorien nodded a few times, listening raptly. The little Smi-ee must be very familiar with the area as well, if it was willing to go wandering off like that.
"Excuse me Master Terent, but what are Alchemy and Master, if I may ask?" he added quickly, not wanting to get lost.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 16:06:47 GMT -5
"Hmm?" He paused and looked up from the paper, "Ah! Alchemy an' Masta'! We'll Wi' Alchemy ye take one thin' an' ye change i' intah another thing wi' magic- in othe' words, I 'ave no' a clue." He shrugged, "An' Masta' class is taught by me, I'll be 'elpin' ya ge' be'ah wi' yer own powers, tha' sound good 'nough fer ye?" Terent asked before getting on to the rest of the classes, hopefully Smitty would be back by then. Smitty was kind of hoping that Smitty wasn't recruiting the help of another dragon because Terent wasn't too fond of any members of the draconic race... they all seemed to have a mutual dislike of the elf, the only exception being Smitty and that was probably because Terent saved the gecko dragon's life when it was still just a little cute hatchling... man things sure change, Terent didn't think the little gecko dragon was cute at all anymore- it was just there and if it was comparable to anything, Smitty was like a brother to Terent. A brother of a completely different species that's less than one tenth your size (and less than one tenth of Terent's size is really saying something) and nobody can understand except for you... yeah, that kind of brother.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 16:20:01 GMT -5
Transforming something into something else entirely? He hoped that he could, but personally he wouldn't know where to begin. Well, that was what an academy was for, he supposed. If he had any special powers, he would find them here.
"It sounds great," he agreed to the diminutive elf, stifling a yawn. Yes, he would definitely avoid any will o' wisps in the future.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 16:33:49 GMT -5
"Anyways now then... choose one ou' o' tha three- Music, 'Istory, or Potionry... one o' tha three'll be yer seventh period class." he nodded, pulling a pencil out of the same pocket he had withdrawn the paper from and he wrote something down on the peice of paper before pausing suspiciously and looking towards Lorien awaiting an answer. This would be the time to question Terent on any intentions he may have at the current moment... well, if someone really had to- but it would be best to question Terent in ones own mind rather than voicing them for the elf that was going through slight withdrawl problems. But hey, how was Lorien to know that Terent was a drug addict whom hadn't had any shrooms recently and therefor had a slight edge if he was provoked a bit...
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 16:44:11 GMT -5
"History," he said after a moment's thought. He was never very good with music... rather, he butchered any note, and potions seemed interesting but not the best choice. It would be intriguing to learn the past of this land, and Sister Terese always said that the past was there to better make the future. Though... he did not exactly understand that. It was well.
Was his teacher acting weirdly? Well, it wasn't his business to question him. If he was a teacher, he must know exactly what he was doing.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 16:59:39 GMT -5
"'Istory..." Terent muttered as he wrote something or other down on the paper before darting his gaze back up, "Okay then, 'Oly, Flare, or Summonin'?" he asked, though he figured his student would probably take the option of Holy considering he was a paladin and all... Terent shrugged and wrote down 'Holy' on the peice of paper before Lorien said anything but nonetheless he still listened for the student's response. His ears twitched slightly in a manner that might be seen as comical to some and he looked behind him for a moment to see if anyone, or perhaps Smitty was there... but alas! There was just fog. "Ye'd prefer 'Oly, righ'?" Terent asked.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 17:03:28 GMT -5
"Yes," Lorien said with a smile. An easy guess, there. He leaned over a bit to look where Master Terent was looking, somewhere off into the fog, but he couldn't see anything. There were bound to be threats in such a place, and poor Smi-ee wasn't back. IT was so tiny, and he couldn't help but to underestimate its powers.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 17:14:30 GMT -5
Terent nodded, "An' now choose be'ween Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery." he nodded, "Dragoon is th'art o' dragon ridin', Samurai is swordplay 'n Thievery is stealin' an' the like..." he nodded, figuring that if Lorien had a question then it'd be answered now with the quick explanations he'd given. He smiled, figuring it was a kind and thoughtful thing to do, yup- Terent... kind and... thoughtful. Most people would probably cut off the thoughtful part.
"Mekeray!" came the familiar sound of Smitty as he buzzed towards the two and landed on Lorien's shoulder carefully, looking around for a few moments before relaxing and releasing a yawn, "Krawmeramerkay..." he grumbled, looking towards Terent for a few seconds, "Yerkerkerkerrr..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 17:25:59 GMT -5
His smile widened as the little lizard thing came back, glad to know it was fine if a little disgruntled, for whatever reason. Dragoon was very tempting... Dragons were creatures of lore, but he made them seem so commonplace! He did not even consider Thievery. People worked hard for their belongings, and no one had the right to take them away. The most practical choice was Samurai. A fine thing it would have been if he learned new arts at this school and forget everything else he once new.
"Samurai," he responded decisively.
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