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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 18, 2008 23:09:55 GMT -5
The young paladin tried to get off without discomforting the dragon, and he managed to land fairly well. There was sand in his boots now, though. Whatever chafed you made you stronger? He didn't think much more on it, because the plight of the small dragon was made clear to him. Anxiously Lorien peered at the gray churning water, even raising onto his tiptoes to get a better sight.
"I hope he is okay..." he said earnestly, blue eyes scanning for any movement. The little thing was so small; it would be unforigivable if he had allowed it to get hurt.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 19, 2008 12:34:36 GMT -5
"Smi'y's Jus' fine, I jus' worry 'bou'im..." Terent continued rummaging through his pockets untill he supplied something which he held up inside his closed leetle elfy hand. Of course it would have been very odd and a little awkward if his hand stayed closed for any prolonged amount of time so he opened it to reveal... absolutely nothing. He frowned as he looked at his palm, "Damn, where the 'ell did i' go...?" he said to himself, he knew he had it in his hands a few moments ago. He rummaged through his pockets again before producing a small orange item that honestly looked like play-doh with glitter in it and then, it poofed away, "No! Ye nee' tah ge' ou' 'ere! He said, reaching into his pockets again, "Ye're gon' spend time wi' Lorien now, go' i'?" he said and the orange blob appeared resting on Terent's respirator between Terent's eyes, "Goo' thin'." He nodded. "Lorien, this is fer ye." He nodded, the blob on his respirator molded so as to get a better grip on the respirator and keep from falling. "I don' righ'ly know wha' i' is... bu' i's yers." he nodded with a smile underneath the respirator.
The blob now appeared on Lorien's shoulder, moving over the armor rather delicately, molding over the metal to inspect it, a light cooing noise coming from it that was barely audible. It then appeared in the air in front of Lorien's face, falling thanks to gravity but before it fell more than a foot it teleported back to where it had placed itself previously, falling from that point only to appear in the air in the exact same place over and over again. It didn't seem to have any eyes or any distinguishing features, it was simply a blob that could assumedly mold it's shape according to the situation.
The dragon rolled it's eyes before it took off, a rush of air blowing past the small group, causing Terent to brace himself from it since he was light and rather easily knocked down- the small blob didn't seem to be affected at all though... it just continued to fall and poof, fall and poof, fall and poof.
((I didn't know what to give you... so I just kinda well... made something up... yep. Don't rightly know what it is yet... or what it does... it kinda just endearingly poofs around untill I figure out more, though like any overly odd things- my excuse shall be... Alden made it in a fit of changing reality and Terent happened to come accross the little bugger and decided to give it to his student... because really, it's better than nothing... or shrooms.))
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 28, 2008 18:20:43 GMT -5
(That's fine lol. I once had Gerro give a kid one of his bells for lack of better item... pretty, but completely useless. xD At least shrooms have a use, rigggggght?)
The young paladin seemed delighted, and he followed the small creature's movements with his eyes in amusement for a few seconds, before the dragon's burst of air blew up a cloud of dust. The sudden gust made a faint whistling around his helmet and armor and blew his ponytail about, but a quick check showed that his small shapeless friend was doing fine.
"Thank you for this gift, Master Terrent," he said formally, bowing to the distinguished teacher in front of him. "I promise to guard him with my life, and care for him dearly. Where should I go now, once I am in the academy?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 5, 2008 12:31:47 GMT -5
"Ye can go where'ever i' is tha' you really see fi' in 'onesty..." he shrugged, his eyes watching the blob fall and teleport repeatedly... what was that thing anyways? He hoped it didn't end up being some kind of flesh eating thing that would kill Lorien sooner or later... Lorien was a good kid and didn't deserve to be killed by a carnivorous glob of molding clay.
Smitty yawned, buzzing up to perch atop Terent's head where he promptly burrowed down into his hair, dissapearing into a sea of light seafoamy threads where he was probably already sleeping. One could figure that having a winged lizard sleeping in your hair was an odd feeling but after all the long years, Terent was used to it- he just had to make sure he didn't hit his head on anything because that would be potentially very very bad.
((You can now assume controll over the blob, unless of course you want me to follow you arround to every single RP you're in so I can RP your little blob... thing...
just a warning though, the blob... like any playdough like substance is very impressionable... only this one is moreso in a different manner than playdough. Try to keep it away from people such as Perth... or Rell... or an emo kid... so I guess that means Cecil.... yeah, and pretty much anyone who acts in a way that you wouldn't want to impose upon a small creature that follows Lorien around))
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 9, 2008 19:58:06 GMT -5
"Ah..." But it was a very big school. No matter, Master Terent had confidence in his ability to find his way! "Yes, Master Terent! You have my gratitude!" Bowing deeply with a faint creak, he remembered the orange blob and was glad to see it had simply adjusted its falling to his movements. "Farewell, and you too Smi-ee."
The grass was springy under his scuffed up traveling boots as he moved quickly towards the castle. He would have ran, but a long journey had exhausted him, not even counting the will o' the wisp that had taken him out. Underneath his helmet and sapphire-blue eyes, there was dark circles. He wanted to pass out and sleep for five days, but that was not a disciplined option. He would catch up on sleep later tonight, after his classes, and that would have to be enough.
(I is done? I go bye now and unleash Lori on the school?)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 10, 2008 14:04:39 GMT -5
((yes, Darling))
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