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Post by staceyblack on Dec 14, 2008 15:20:16 GMT -5
A young girl walked along the dock, letting the cool air hit her face. Her dark gray, long-sleeved shirt and jeans fit loosely, as if she had recently lost weight. Her light brown hair flew around her face as the wind picked up, died down, and picked up again. She tilted her head up as a lone sea gull flew across the top of the water. Her large eyes were gray, to match the foggy air and mist.
She knelt down and sat on the wet wood of the dock. She knew her jeans would get wet, but it was just water, so who cared? It wasn`t like she planned on meeting someone tonight.
A pure white cat with dark black spots rubbed against her thigh and jumped onto her lap. The girl ran her hand over it`s back as she looked around for the bird that had suddenly disappeared.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 14, 2008 20:27:22 GMT -5
A formally dressed man approached, his face concealed behind a simple mask. It was split down the middle so that one half was white, the other black. Thick brown hair was tied tightly back at his nape, and as he got closer it seemed that his clothes were very old fashioned. Instead of a tie, a white piece of cloth was wrapped around his neck and left to hang, called a cravat, and a light colored vest. On top of that was a black jacket and black pants, and his shoes were muddied with wet sand.
"Stacey, a pleasure," the strange man said to her, bowing. Golden colored eyes gleamed behind the mask, watching her intently. He seemed puzzled by her cat, but he made no move to question it. This was his first student, and he had a duty to trust and watch over her. 'A river could not be stopped, only guided,' his elders had said. Watching them all of those years, he knew the truth of it. The young were very excitable.
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Post by staceyblack on Dec 16, 2008 18:21:30 GMT -5
Stacey was turned around and had a long dagger in her hand in just a second. The cat was suddenly perched on her shoulder, fur bristled. "How do you know my name?" Stacey demanded. She stood slowly, holding the knife so she could easly strike him if she needed.
She looked the man over quickly. She noticed how old fashioned his clothes were, how ancient they seemed for the present time. She shook her bang sout of her eyes, which had since become dark blue.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 16, 2008 22:11:06 GMT -5
"Do you wish to find out?" he replied, drawing two flattened sticks from his belt. One in each hand, he made a jerking motion, and they both slid out into what became fans. Unlike ordinary fans, however, these were lined with a razor sheen of metal on every surface, ready to cut.
"A dagger is only as powerful as one's willingness to use it. Are you willing? What if I was here to kill you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and took a step forward. "Could you stop me? Or is this just empty bravado?"
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Post by staceyblack on Dec 17, 2008 20:25:14 GMT -5
Stacey clenched her teeth and expertly placed her dagger back at her waist. Instead, she pulled out two two-foot long knives. She twirled them in cirles and took stance. She tilted her head and looked at the man.
"Somehow, I don`t think you`re here to kill me." She said softly. Her eyes swirled deep purple with interest. She flipped one of the knives into the air and caught it by the blade. Her other arm hadn`t moved a fraction of an inch.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 18, 2008 12:27:20 GMT -5
"Do you?" he asked, voice probing. His eyes grew hard and fierce. "Then you are wrong!" His long legs made up the distance between them in seconds, and one of the fans in his hand sliced up through the air, heading towards Stacy's stomach.
The sound of birds filled the air, and unwholesome looking seagulls flocked around the docks in a flurry of ragged gray feathers. Their beady black eyes observed the fray, hungry for any meal they could get out of this. Besides them, there was only the wind and the creaking of demon-haunted ships.
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Post by staceyblack on Dec 18, 2008 18:19:38 GMT -5
Stacey twisted the knife she held by blade and blocked the fan. She ducked and spun around, landing on her heels. She rolled backwards and stood, holding two knives by the handles.
The cat jumped from Stacey`s shoulder and landed in front of her, taking a few steps back as she flipped backwards. As Stacey eyed the man, her eyes became only hited with red. She pushed one leg backwards and took to fighting stance. She raised an eyebrow.
She knew better than to welcome a fight, instead, she let on that she only defended herself, not that she wanted to fight him.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 18, 2008 18:49:40 GMT -5
The man reacted easily, pushing forward with an uppercut and attempting at a face slash, before twisting to send a last cut toward her back. He noticed her eye change, and wondered if she could prove herself before she died. It would be a shame for this to end so shortly.
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Post by staceyblack on Dec 19, 2008 19:13:01 GMT -5
Stacey growled as she flipped backward, blocking the man`s knife. She now had a silver metal covering the joints on her right hand. The strange cat had disappeared.
Stacey kicked the man`s shin, hard. She twisted her dagger around toward his stomach.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 19, 2008 23:20:10 GMT -5
With a turn and a flourish Stacey's attacker transferred both fans to one hand in time to catch her weapon in between his bare fingers. With a splash of blood it halted the dagger, and he entined his fingers around it with an iron grip that continued to ooze red.
Steady gold eyes stared at her. "How much is a weapon worth to you? What about your skin? Your life? Your friends and family? When you try to breath and find a thin inch of steel blocking your throat or twisting your lungs, and you choke, does that change your priorities?" Those eyes didn't leave her, and he let the question hang in the thick, murky air for a long moment. Then the man wrenched his hand away from her and straightened up, never looking away.
"Welcome to Twilight Moon Academy," he said solemnly. "I am Domino, your Master Teacher, Miss Stacey, and it is a great thing that you came here." If he noticed his hand still spilling now or then on the docks, he didn't acknowledge it.
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Post by staceyblack on Dec 23, 2008 12:01:29 GMT -5
Stacey bent over slightly as the man took hold of her knife. She was about to attack him using her vampire powers, when he let go of it. Her eyes were black with gold flecks as she looked at him.
"I told you you weren`t going to kill me." She said, making a point. She turned the knife in her hand and slid t back into its hidden sheath.
"And to answer your question, the knife isn`t important to me in a sentimental way, I only care that it is able to protect me. If a knife were at my throat I would only wishI could get out alive." She answered solemly. "How do I know I can trust you?" She asked, her eyes turning purple with curiosity. For some reason, she didn`t feel threatened by this man, Domino, though she knew she should be.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 1, 2009 23:11:05 GMT -5
"You told me that I would not kill you. What greater harm do you fear I could lead you to, then?" he asked simply. "Unless your abilities allow you alternative mobility, we will need to find a boat to cross this lake. What are your powers?" Her eyes changed in hue, but that did not indicate anything alone.
(Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!)
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Post by staceyblack on Jan 2, 2009 20:37:07 GMT -5
Stacey tilted her head. "I have super-human strenght and speed. Great agility and balance." I`m afraid I can`t get us across the water. Unless we use that." She jerked her head to indicate to a small boat, a little larger than a rowboat.
The unusual cat leaped back on Stacey`s shoulder, keeping its probing eyes on the man.
(Thanks, you too.)
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Post by staceyblack on Jan 2, 2009 20:54:36 GMT -5
(Thanks, you too.)
Stacey tilted her head. "I have strenght and speed. Agility and balance. I`m afraid I can`t get us across the water by myself unless we use that." She jerked her head to indicated to a small boat, a little larger than a rowboat.
The unusual cat leaped back on Stacey`s shoulder, her probing eyes never leaving the man.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 2, 2009 23:37:11 GMT -5
"I see. And what of your companion?" he inquired, moving to the small boat. With careful steps Domino examined the craft from all sides, though the gray waves soaked his pantlegs with their insistent pull. He got into the boat, but only after carving an odd symbol in its hull with the edge of his fan. Then the man looked up, awaiting her presence before they could get moving.
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