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Post by Person on Oct 17, 2008 18:36:47 GMT -5
"I do say, I believe this is the place, m'boy. Yes--yes, this is the place. Dock here, lake there, mist everywhere--it hasn't changed a bit since last time I was here. Smells a bit stranger though. Oh well, I suppose that's just the way things work out in the end. That's what happens when you let all of the pigeons in anyway. I believe that your Master Teacher should be here now, Dear Lord! Keeping us wait!" came the long-winded British voice from the raven that was perched on Chase's shoulder.
New strategy: just ignore him until he goes away, he thought to himself as he contained the anger that was boiling up inside him from an entire trip with the constant rambling of some bird. "Might as well practice my drive," Chase said to himself as he tossed down his robe and pack of belongings, leaving only his scythe in hand, as well as a couple of rocks that he laid down on the ground gingerly, so they would be just right.
"Chase! You shouldn't throw that cloak on the floor! It'll dirty, and then you'll disgrace your heritage with a dirty cloak! You can't disrespect the sacrament that has been bestowed on you like that!" Thanatos continued, now flapping his wings angrily.
A deep sigh and a full swing was all that answered him as he used the scythe like a driver and the rock like a golf ball. The mist was so thick he couldn't tell where it landed, but he was reminded he was around water by the thick-sounding splash he heard in the distance.
"And now you're using your scythe as a...a...golf club? Is there no decency left in today's youth? Honestly, in my day, they would have had my head for doing that! Your father will not be pleased!" Thanatos continued in vain.
And then, Chase waited for this moment with eager anticipation: silence. Hopefully it would last for a couple years.
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Post by Arual on Oct 24, 2008 14:39:22 GMT -5
Putting aside the slender beer bottle and setting it on the ground against a tree trunk, the man watched with a sharp eye the boy with some sort of scythe. A hand had stuck itself in the pocket of his pants and red streaked locks towards the front of his head swayed in the cool winds of the shipyard. He enjoyed a comedy such as this and in his loose state of mind; however drunken it was in reality, figured that waiting around wasn't very Teacher-like. Still, this was an embarrassment to any magic user in the cosmos- and the man shook his head to that. Chains from his right pant pocket clinked and jingled as he moved around a little, the gray skies and cool weather nothing to him at all. He was never in disagreement with any temperature.
"Well, seems like it's time to come out of hiding..." he told himself with a sigh of a slight sense of laziness. "What do you think, friend?" The man had held conversation with the air until now when a hawk flew down and landed on his shoulder.
Out from the brush and trees near the shipyard came that man with his bird companion much like the boy's current staus had seemed to of been. "Do you always carry with you an annoying little raven to keep you company?" he asked with a somewhat deep voice through the fog until he became a bit more then a blackened figure on the sand. "I'd choose something much more silent if I were you." The fog began to clear some as the man and his frightening dark aura got only but a few feet away from the boy and the bird.
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Post by Person on Oct 24, 2008 17:17:10 GMT -5
Chase hit another rock. Smack! Plop. Each one seemed to have the same basic strategy. "I try not to," the teen said as he hit another. Smack! Plop. The monotony of each swing was eerie, as was the monotony in his voice from sheer annoyance with Thanatos on his shoulder.
"I'll have you know that I am not 'little' but an average, if not slightly larger than average, size for the species of bird that I am currently incarnated as. I've garnished more respect in the interdimensional magical community in my beak than you have in your entire essence, so I believe that you should show some hospitality to someone of my standing," Thanatos responded, once again in one long burst of words.
Please stop talking. Please stop talking. Please stop talking, Chase repeated to himself in vain. The bird would keep talking as long as the Energizer Bunny would keep going. It was like the bird was running off lithium and drum beats.
"And believe you me, fellow, I would not be the one chatting about anything annoying with that primitive and otherwise brutish bird that you have sitting on your shoulder. I, it just so happens, am a refined being, fit to grace only few with my everlasting company."
Ignore lithium power--this bunny ran on perpetual motion. Smack! Plop. Another rock met a watery grave. Succa esserti, as his Italian teacher said. "So, what's with the depressing atmosphere?"
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Post by Arual on Oct 24, 2008 17:26:04 GMT -5
A aura so strong it'd rip the world to shreds should have appeared, but it hadn't. No need to ruffle loose feathers when you're only going to keep that annying thing going- whatever it particularly is in any case.....
Another bottle came into the man's hand, a beer, and he took a sip- and took a second look at it. They couldn't drink here, could they? Pft, bad for the little ones....obviously. Oh well. "I don't have a clue kid, but you're looking for the school- right?" Another sip, another sentence. The Powerful man who silently kept his title to himself for now, and a while longer strolled up and scanned the boy. "Otherwise I can't tell you much more."
A hand went into the pocket, and a silver pocet watch came out of it, the chain hanging loose at his pant pocket showing what it was from; and with a quick look, it snapped shut and went away. The mysterious man ploped himself into a lounge on one of the boats and got comfortable...this may take a while.
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Post by Person on Oct 24, 2008 17:35:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I am," Chase responded as he proceeded to dig through the pockets of his jeans. What he was looking for was unknown, but the look on his discontented face was enough to tell the average Joe that he didn't find it.
"Well finally! We've been waiting for an eternity! Honestly, keeping us wait...how rude!" Thanatos said, relatively short, but still the same amount of annoyance-per-word ratio.
"If by the off chance that you have a rubber band, I'm going to have to ask you, for all of our sakes, to let me use it," he said pleadingly. Obviously he wanted to use the apparatus of binding and pain to his own will and use it for something actually productive.
"And the teacher drinking? Why, the last I came here there was still common decency left in the world, at least in the Academy. Public drinking is not the icing atop an academic cake, my friend. It is the Ebola of the course!" Thanatos continued. Chase had a look of semi-dejection from having to deal with the avian for so long--anybody would.
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Post by Arual on Oct 24, 2008 17:44:13 GMT -5
"Quiet yourself, you tiny little sparrow. Better yet, calm yourself too while you are at it. I'm already getting a headache from your voice." The man said, tossing the bottle into the air where it disappeared out of thin air. His fingers pressed into his temples as he spoke of his head hurting, his eyes tightly locked shut.
"Sadly, boy- I don't have any hair-ties- or whatever you want- but my friend circling above us surely wouldn't mind a little snack if it comes to such an extent." At the word hair-ties, the man's body began to rock on the small row boat, making the boat sway side to side on the edge of the water, his hand shook in a single straight line. Steady even for a man who was drinking.
Sardon, his old dear friend which was also a hawk, folded his wings to level himself onto his friend's shoulder where he found comfort in resting. The swift eyes and deadly talons came to a peaceful close as he landed. A look to the teacher was all they needed to talk, or so it could be assumed.
He stood on the sand again, the man, and took a few steps. From the corner of his eyes saw boat demons everywhere....Eh, they wouldn't dare come near him- they knew what would happen. "Oh the school still holds its dignity- if it ever had any- even now," he slipped intentionally, "So, boy- do you have a name? A power of some sort?"
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Post by Person on Oct 25, 2008 20:01:50 GMT -5
"I do say! How barbaric!" Thanatos exclaimed, a bit taken aback by the remark. It was very unexpected from the raven's point of view, but from an outsider, it most likely seemed well overdue.
"Yeah. Name's Chase. I can do stuff with dead stuff, I guess," Chase said, as if unsure if he possessed some of the abilities that he did. It was all still sinking in, but being engulfed in this magical-supernatural atmosphere was like him drowning in it. Boat demons hovering around the area like vultures around something dying wasn't helping the transition either, but what are you going to do? "But I'm pretty sure it's some unwritten courtesy custom that you give your own name before you ask someone else's. I should know the name of my Teacher, of course."
Chase picked up his things slowly and without much enthusiasm. He seemed indifferent about the whole experience of being shipped off to a school in the middle of God-knows-where with demons stalking students and alcoholic teachers. Average kid.
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Post by Arual on Oct 25, 2008 21:37:13 GMT -5
"Realize you said 'unwritten', which means it doesn't truly matter if you do it or not; however, I'll get to that in a minute, Chase." said his teacher with a darkened air about him, though you also had the feeling it was just you- and not him by the way he acted. His shoulders shrugged in an openly sarcastic and nonchalant manner that could be taken both fearfully and casually all the same. The chain around his pants pocket jingled with each step, his black leather jacket shifting against the shielded gun on his hip.
"Now, you say dead stuff...so based off assumption, I can say you'd be a necromancer. But not many other magics can be used with the service of those who pass to Hell and any other lost place humans may think of. It would be easier, I suppose, to show you- but that doesn't make it better on my half. Care to show me anything you know...?" The man's coal black eyes looked into his students with a hint of curiousity and harsh judgment that was very much unexpected from the way he currently is acting. "There's not much a necromancer can do with crossing a lake at this stage of your abilities. Oh, and don't worry about those creatures- they can't touch you as long as I'm here. I promise you that much, kid."
The man pulled the boat up some from the dock without lifting a finger or moving his eyes. "After we get on the boat, I'll help you with picking out some of your classes. But until then, ask me anything you'd like to know." Suddenly though, as if he had forgotten what he was earlier asked, his fingers snapped and his head lifted slightly to a medium where it was not straight, nor was it looking down to the ground.
((That bird better shape up- he's in for a RUDE awakening.. =K))
"That's right, you asked my name, didn't you?" he added, sand crunching beneath his feet. "My name is Gaap."
Standing before the bird and the boy was one of the four Princes of Hell in flesh; the one of scholarly knowledge and greed. So, lets just say he could have been a teacher if he was human. He controlled thousands of hellish demons below himself and stood in group with Belial as far as the four of them were split for orderly leaderships. That little raven should have seen it by the first minute he saw the man, but he hadn't. Poor bird, too bad it's not Belial- he probably would have blown the things head clean off..... Now who is due some respect?
Gaap was a lax man, so it seemed, compared to what you'd think him to be. Strong, but lax. He didn't even seem to enjoy flaunting his title, but better yet- tried to walk around it. It was personality....and he had lots of it if you meet him at the right time and place.
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Post by Person on Oct 26, 2008 7:19:59 GMT -5
"Gaap...name sounds familiar..." Chase said as he attempted to think of where he heard the name from, but to no avail. It seemed to be something that was ingrained in his subconscious like a thought after being hypnotized. He shrugged his shoulders as he gave up trying to recollect the name. "Oh yeah, I guess you want to see some of my powers, huh? Well then," Chase said as he dropped his things just as eagerly as he had picked them up (not very eagerly at all).
His eyes scanned around the sand and the land, as if looking through the dirt for the body of any lifeless being. His eyes noticeably became darker and darker until his pupils and irises were the same shade of coal black. He put his hand to the ground and shot death energy through the ground to his choice in revival.
The dirt seemed to churn violently as something came out of it: unbelievably, just a deer. It was mostly bone with bits and pieces of rotting flesh and maggots clinging to it for dear life (pun). Its teeth were strangely sharpened, and the antlers looked more like weapons now then they ever did when it was alive. It had no eyeballs, and yet seemed to know exactly where everything was by its constant staring at the two men.
"Yeah, so its not the most vicious animal, but I didn't want to go overboard on the first try and burn myself out," Chase said like an excuse.
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Post by Arual on Oct 26, 2008 9:13:49 GMT -5
Well, try and fail- right? "Well at least they aren't running away." Sardon said through a look in his golden eyes before heading back to the raven. He was hungry alright.
"Don't I know it, friend." Gaap muttered as low as silent could be. He then watched the boy do his tricks. It wasn't terrible- but it certainly wasn't much (to him being who he is) to applaud ither. "Yes, you're a necromancer.....and alright if anything. We'll be working on that soon enough." he told his student.
A boat demon was stupid enough to close in behind the boy, claws out and blackness flowing something worse then watch the ringwraiths are from Lord of the Rings. Gaap's gun spun around his finger instantly, the silver gleaming even in the barely sunlit sky. His second trademark beside the watch: his gun, and his shot. (Even though he rarely used it like his sword- which for more reasons then his own, kept it back in Hell where he hoped his comrad hadn't decided to play with it as he left. He doubted it, because Belial was a pretty straight man....well, at least when it came to being totally calm and to himself. In other ways......well, that's a different story.)
((Somehow I gave Zawa Belial....the Prince of Lust. xDDD She's been tortured ever since. Heh, then she needed a Gaap for her story- so I took him. I made him into my own personal little buddy naow- and thought this would be hillarious. She thinks so too...Zawa.))
The boat demon turned to ash in a matter of seconds, the bullet zooming past his student's body by a measure of inches. A terrible scream stuck the air as the pathetic demon had shriveled away....but the Prince kept his cool and looked around at the other demons. They vanished out of sight, and on that note- Gaap slipped his gun back into its holster.
"I apologize if that scared you. But like I said, I plan to keep you unharmed...(until we get to Master class where I will show you what I do)....." Gaap shugged halfly, now pulling a House, "It's a student....teacher.....thing....You understand, right?"
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Post by Person on Oct 26, 2008 9:39:16 GMT -5
"Jesus!" Chase exclaimed as the bullet shot past his head. Thanatos began to flutter his wings violently toward the gun shot. The undead deer went over to the shriveled carcass that once was a bloodthirsty and, as Thanatos would put it, utterly barbaric demon and began to nose around through burned flesh and ash. Chase regained his composure with a throat-clearing cough and said, "Didn't scare me too much, just a quick shock. Student-teacher thing, I get it. As long as it doesn't get me killed, I like it."
Thanatos was particularly uneasy around Gaap. He should have known one when he saw/sensed one, but somehow he could only sense enough of the negative energy to be fit for a strong human necromancer or something of the sort. He had not had a good relationship with some of the demons in Hell in the past, and thus would have a negative inference from the thought of a Prince.
Chase grabbed his things: "Well, we can cross off necromancy and killing demons from our list of things to do today. What else is there?"
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Post by Arual on Oct 26, 2008 10:06:38 GMT -5
There was a double raised eyebrow look from Gaap at the raven. "See, Chase....This is how you shut the trap of an annoying....'creature'." he told him with a sarcastic, but light air with a bit of laughter coming out of his throat. "So, shall we hop onto the boat? We may make the class current in play if we leave now.....it would give us both some time to adjust."
Gaap hopped into the two person row boat with no ores and waited for his student. "We'll get down to business now, and then ask me whatever you'd see fit to ask. I'm sure this is all strange and pretty sudden for a boy like yourself...." He had his moments, like mentioned- where personality shone through more differently then others...but that was because he had no true personality. He was a relaxed, feared, and serious but humorfilled all at the same time. You never knew when humor set in- but now was a good time since he knew the boy was new here. Well, he himself was too, but still- transitions- he learned millions of years ago, suck when you don't know what is happening to you as you make them.
"Time to make your way in the air, my friend." the Prince added to his feathered companion which then took flight from his shoulder. It was a hawk you couldn't put a finger on whether to be afraid of it coming close to you- or casually pet it. Well, so far, only Gaap was able to come close to it.
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Post by Person on Oct 26, 2008 10:16:51 GMT -5
Chase tossed his bag behind his seat and sat facing Gaap. He was going to have to thank him for shutting up Thanatos; although, he didn't know exactly what happened to make the avian stop talking. "Well, quick question. What class is going on now?" he asked, attempting to make some form of small talk; Chase was horrible at conversations.
"But I guess you're right and we should get down to business," Chase said as he held his scythe up, refusing to lay it down. This showing of respect for the weapon might be considered strange, as he was just using his scythe as a nine iron.
Thanatos hopped off of Chase's shoulder and sat upon his bag as if guarding it with the power of annoyance. He muttered something indistinguishable, most likely even to himself, to himself and seemed to almost sleep, but yet stay as alert as ever.
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Post by Arual on Oct 26, 2008 10:31:21 GMT -5
The boat began to move on its own, no call upon it or creature to pull it's passangers from below the black waters below them rippling against the sides of the wooden sheild. "Right now is Master Class."
"Alright, now to tell you your classes. The first four are manditory- everyone's got 'em, so don't try and skip them kid- the headmaster 'll know- not to mention us teachers. They would be Magic, Weaponry, Beastry, Master. Then you have Free period to do whatever you'd like, of course..." The man seemed a bit in a drag about it, but his attitude seemed rather content in all this. This was definately a nice break from the fiery underworld for centuries on end- dealing with incompetent or overachievers in their legions...or the inbetweens. But it was the fools who made him want to leave. The red streaks in his black hair that reached his shoulders blew as the boat moved and the freezing winds picked up.
"Now you have a choice for the next few. If you want to know what one of them is, just ask. It probably will help your pickings- however...there's apparently something going on with some of the classes being switched into something new-so if you pick them, Chase, don't bother with it. I'll sort it out and see what's up. That teacher 'thing', you know. Sixth is Music, Potiontry, or History. (The second probably most worth it, my opinion) Seventh with Holy, Flare, or Summoning. Now, personally, as a new necromancer just finding out what to do- I'd take Summoning. It will help you out when you have to call upon your monsters or whatever you intend on bringing back to this planet. Eighth is Dragoon, Samauari, or Theivery. Ninth; finally, with the choices of Survival or Puppetmaster, which I heard is going to be changed into something else."
Gaap, even to the word Holy, never flinched. What would he care? He wasn't the one taking the class....so he was fine.
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Post by Person on Dec 1, 2008 16:14:45 GMT -5
"Okay," Chase said as he cracked his knuckles. "I'll have--"
"His father has already chosen the classes deemed appropriate for Chase's education here. As per the contract signed, or have you already forgotten?" Thanatos said as he poked his head into Chase's bag. He searched around with his ebony beak in the darkness, finally coming out with a tube. A small handle was on the end, and it seemed to be made of something that looked a little like onyx. He put it down and removed the cap by pulling on a handle with his beak, and then removed the papyrus from inside.
History; Summoning; Samurai; Survival. That was all that was inscribed upon the ancient paper in midnight black ink. Strange, how the fascination with black seemed to override all other parts of the color spectrum. Team colors, supposedly.
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