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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 13, 2008 20:09:06 GMT -5
Though his arm was starting to prickle with numbness from the weight, Lorien did not seem dismayed by Master Terent's reaction, though he wished he had a way to make his teacher proud. His head jerked around in soft surprise to the cold nose on his cheek, but seeing the arcane form of his fellow student he relaxed and smiled.
He didn't seem understand her unspoken message, but he did feel that the other student was asking for trouble. Master Terent was obviously their better, and contradicting him was unwise. Placing his other hand against the floor again, he pushing himself backward into a crabwalk position before straightening again. He would have been polite and sat with her, but Master Terent might still want him to stand.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 14, 2008 15:34:53 GMT -5
Smitty drowsily crept out from under Terent's hair, "Mrarerrrrrrrrrrrrr..." he croaked drowsily, crawling onto Terent's cheek before tiredly falling to the elf's shoulder and then to the ground. Well... that was probably Damien's saving grace.
Terent froze, looking down to the small creature, "Smi'y?" Terent asked, kneeling, picking up the small creature gently. He ignored the silly minded and obstinate student because of course the little gecko dragon companion was infinately more important. His purple eyes were awash with worry, first of all, Smitty had fallen quite a distance for a small creature, secondly... Smitty had fallen. Normally something like that wouldn't have happened at all, even if Smitty was tired.
"Mrekekekekekekirgermerrk..." Smitty blinked, his tongue running over his eye after the blink. Smitty looked like one sick gecko dragon, his wings curled slightly and his eyes a little cloudy.
Terent's eyes went wide, "E'ery'un! Ge' ou' o'tha room!" he shouted, scooping up the gecko dragon and reaching to open the door, obviously there was some important reason why vacating the room was important. Terent was unhappy, but a different kind of unhappy, he was a worried kind of disgruntled.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 14, 2008 20:40:30 GMT -5
Lorien was quietly distressed by Smi-ee's condition, and the way that Master Terent acted indicated it was serious. He moved towards the doorway obediently, but he stopped in concern when he saw the poor creature.
"Master Terent, I may be able to remove his ailment, or at least ease it until he is fully healed," he said, his heart twisting at the poor creature's state. He had only known Smi-ee for a short time, but it had proved itself an endearing and loyal friend to Terent, and that was enough for Lorien.
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Kim-la
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Student - Duemi, Damien Valentine [M:1000][M:1100][M:4000]
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Post by Kim-la on Sept 14, 2008 21:21:52 GMT -5
Damien looked at Smitty, a look that said ‘does that gecko seriously have wings? Of course he was concerned for the creature, but he was also horribly confused by it. Knowing that there was nothing that he himself could do, Damien shrugged and walked out of the door as initially ordered. He had determined that Terent was bipolar, and was probably best not to further irritate him. Damien leaned on the wall near the door frame so he could still hear what was happening in the room, and know when he was expected to come back in.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 17, 2008 20:48:17 GMT -5
Terent looked up at Lorien, "Smi'y looks a migh' bi' be'er... 'e shoul be fin..." Terent looked at the small creature in his hand, indeed it appeared that Smitty was a rather hardy breed. He seemed to be doing better, croaking up at Terent between labored breaths yet his eyes seemed to have regained a bit of their glimmer as he looked up at Lorien and then towards Terent. "I though' 'e was gon' die fer a secon' there..." he shook his head, obviously trying to let the distress pass before looking over his students, Terent was starting to regain his composure again.
"Atleast you value the life of something, more than you could say for a lot of other beings." a smooth, aristocratic voice drifted through the air, "I've been told alot about you... amazingly nobody saw fit to inform me of your respirator, makes the whole ordeal seem a bit silly, doesn't it?" a figure stood there, his hair inky black and pulled back into a braid away from his face, the oddest traces of pink at his roots as his orange eyes looked over the students before settling on Terent. He was dressed in a jacket made of fabric in brown tones and seemed to be a patchwork of peices from various other jackets sewn together, his legs were covered in light armor under the fabric, the slightest glimmer was visible and at his waist he wore a slender rapier with an intricately designed hand guard, though it was a simple peice of metal rather than an ornate twisting lace of metal, it was engraved with swirls of red over it's surface. A tattoo laced under his left eye- if one was familiar with Virisea then they'd know the mark was certainly a bad thing... it was a sign that the person was perhaps some ruffian who wasn't to be trusted. Yet this person seemed to be the exact opposite of a 'ruffian' thanks to his demeanor and manner, as well as the armor and weapon he carried, they in every sense made him seem more noble. "These... 'students' of yours, do you intend to needlessly execute them as well?" he asked.
Terent gritted his teeth, reaching to one of his throwing axes, throwing it at the stranger angrily, his eyes narrowed, "WHO THA FUCKIN' 'ELL D'YE THIN' YE ARE!" he shouted, the throwing ax sticking into the wall behind the stranger, missing entirely. Terent held Smitty up to Damien, intending the student to grab the creature so it would be able to rest while Terent got rid of this damned soul who saw fit to leave whatever poison it was that drifted through the air in the classroom and had made the little Gecko Dragon so sick. It was obvious that doing anything to Smitty was cause for a prompt death.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 18, 2008 20:08:44 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sir, but Master Terent is a personal teacher and guide to all three of us; you must be mistaken," Lorien said. Though his face was anxious at the threats thickening the air, his faith in his teacher was unwavering. "I am sure this can be resolved without violence, if you are so willing." It was easy to see Smitty's poor health and that man were interrelated, but he wasn't one to jump to conclusions.
Maybe the little dragon was allergic to this strange elf's cologne. Did elves wear cologne?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 18, 2008 20:51:44 GMT -5
"I pity you for having a teacher such as Terent! The murderer who killed his family on a whim before leaving to go kill countless others! Is that what kind of tutelage you want to have, then?" the stranger looked towards Lorien. His face read that he knew what he was talking about and his eyes showed that they had seen many things. "I would rethink who I pledge alliance to if I were you." he warned as he drew the rapier with signs of murderous intent so rather obvious that it would seem a fight was inevitable.
"Wha' the 'ell d'ye know!?" Terent shouted, obviously this stranger wouldn't know anything about those events, only two people had survived the ordeal- himself and Reggetar! Nobody else! Terent grasped one of the other axes and as far as he saw it, a sturdy, heavy ax would kick the ass of a slender rapier any day. "'Ow woul' ye know if thah rumors're true're no'!" Terent accused, "An' wha' d'ye 'ave t'do wi' me? Nothin! Tha's wha'! Ye're mad!"
"Funny, I could say the same thing when everyone was dying and you did nothing but watch! Watch as their innards seared and they collapsed to the ground! They all died slowly, you seemed to make sure of it! Are you proud of that moment?" he asked, nearly raised to the point of hysterics as he shouted at Terent. "You were so enthralled in their deaths you didn't even notice the absence of your own brother, though I would have to say that at least I was fortunate enough for that! So are ye goin' ta take another life or le' i' finally come t'an end!" He said, his voice breaking off into an accent, a rather familiar accent actually.
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Kim-la
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Student - Duemi, Damien Valentine [M:1000][M:1100][M:4000]
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Post by Kim-la on Sept 21, 2008 20:30:40 GMT -5
Damien absently took Smitty from Terent and put the small dragon on his shoulder. His eyes flicked from Terent to the stranger, his body rigid. He had no idea was going on, but he wasn’t stupid enough not to see that this new guy had a serious bone to pick with Terent. When the stranger mentioned Terent being somehow responsible for his own families’ death, Damien’s brown and red eyes locked on Terent, confused and suspicious. They flicked back to the stranger, wondering how much he said was true. Damien knew as much about Terent as he did the stranger, so he had no idea who he was supposed to trust here. He cursed himself for once again leaving his dual reaper in his room; fights seem unsettling common here and he should have figured that even classes weren’t safe. Damien reached into his hoodie’s pocket for the next best thing; a single .22 bullet. He let it settle in his palm, exact duplicates appearing in the air above the original.
A fight seemed like it was going to break out at any moment and Damien Didn’t even know what side he was going to be on…
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 21, 2008 21:09:50 GMT -5
This man was Terent's brother? What a horrible thing to have them set against each other over a massacre. Whatever had happened, Lorien knew that Master Terent would have tried to save his family. To have a misunderstanding hurt them so deeply... he wasn't sure what he could do to help them.
"Even if that happened, Master Terent would never purposely take the lives of his kin, or anyone just; it must have been an accident of fate. He has shown himself to be a good and honorable man. I know that losing your loved ones is not an easy ordeal, but every one that you lost Master Terent has lost as well. Is it not enough that you both still have each other?" he asked, hoping it would not come to blows.
Though he would defend his teacher to the death, he would find no happiness fighting a distraught and misguided innocent.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 21, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -5
"Lorien. I did kill them." Terent admitted quietly through his respirator, "Mother, father, th'young lass t'whom I was t'be wed... and I though' tha' sonofa bitch tew, bu' unfortuna'ely I guess I missed'im!" Terent glared at Einin. "Ye need t'undestand tha' I 'ad perfectly reasonable explanations ferwha' I did." he nodded to Lorien as if this would be enough to explain for everything...of course that broad 'everything' included the deaths of servants, slaves, men, women, and children. Amazingly Terent seemed rather okay with having had killed all those people, you kinda learn to slide by and deal with it and be perfectly fine with it after a while.
Unfortunately Einin was rather good at holding his grudge, he refused to forgive his older brother. "What more proof do you need? He sat there while his fiancee wept, dieing as she clung to his coattails!" Einin held his weapon awaiting a fight yet oddly Terent didn't seem to make a move to throw an ax or initiate any kind of offensive or defensive movement. It was rather very much an irritating thing to experience.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 22, 2008 19:40:02 GMT -5
Thoroughly shocked, Lorien's eyes widened, and he felt tears burning in his eyes. Somewhere back in the monastery he was never taught that boys don't cry, unless it was not to cry over spilled milk. Unbidden, his imagination created an image of the scene from their words, a horrible scene of clawing bodies and screaming souls.
"There was an explanation," he echoed softly, his faith severely shaken but returning. His exhaustion from earlier, forgotten during his excitement for class, returned with a force, so that only military discipline kept him from swaying.
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Kim-la
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Post by Kim-la on Sept 24, 2008 17:55:54 GMT -5
Damien looked at Terent, a look of pure shock on his face. No wonder this guy was so pissed at him. His surprised faded to a distrusting look. Damien edged slightly away from Terent, not particularly seeing any reason to want to defend or trust him at all. Being a half-vampire, Damien had cut all ties to his biological family long ago. However, he had a sort of ‘adoptive’ family, and he knew that he would do anything to protect them. Damien shot a glance at Einin before flicking back to Terent.
“Why would you do that?” Was all he could manage. All Damien could think about was how he himself would hunt down anyone who killed his family, and wasn’t seeing much of a reason of why Terent would be so ok with it.
And did Terent seriously forget about his own brother?!?
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Sea
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Post by Sea on Sept 29, 2008 6:39:21 GMT -5
Sanet looked back and forth. She didn't like this man. But Terent... She'd been around him outside the classroom. He was a good man, she was sure of it. Her ornate lion form twisted back into human form. Her human form was more expressive, obviously, and right now, she need to express. Her face was turned in a frown; inside her mind, demons were being battled. "Terent.." It was all she could say for a moment. She looked from Terent to Einin.. and back to Terent, then Einin again. She reached down, and drew her skeine from her belt. The dark blue blade shimmered. The skeine was a long knife, one foot long, to be exact, with eight inches of blade and four inches of handle. She looked back to Terent again, her eyes now glimmering with what might have been crazed anger, before the fury faded, and she took a few shaky steps to go stand with Lorien and Terent. She lightly touched Lorien's arm. Audible to only Lorien, she murmured, 'It's alright.' After this she craned her neck towards Terent, and nodded at him. She would get her answers later.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 30, 2008 22:03:43 GMT -5
Einin glared at Terent, obviously very angry that the rather vertically challenged elf was making no move to fight. It was one of the most irritating things, actually. "You think that any excuse you can spit out can justify what you did?" he asked, not seeing that there was any way Terent could have justified what he had done all of those years ago. "No, nothin' tha' can justify anythin'... bu' I d'ave an explanation as'tah wha' compelled me t'do i'." Terent was quiet and he looked as if he was standing up to some kind of inevitable storm from how he seemed to stare darkly towards Einin. Einin reeled his hand back to give force as he threw the weapon at Terent, the blade of the long, slender sword to be sent through Terent's jacket and to hopefully injure him to a certain degree of lethality. His movements were matched as Terent knocked the light sword away with an ax that Terent now held in his hand, "Th' apple core was rottin' in th'wheat fiel'! An' Wha' were ye an' we tah do abou' i when th'thresher comes? Wha' is t'be done then, Einin?" Terent seemed to be shouting nonsense so it was pretty official now that he was probably insane or something along those lines, shrooms were most likely to blame for that. "Einin!" "And what's to be said about the southern facing house, Terent? The core of the apple would be unspoiled and the wheat still fresh! So be damned if the thresher bothers with it! Why even bother speaking like you are, Terent?" Einin asked, it apparently seemed to have meaning then, okay insanity was just a false alarm though the meaning behind the words was still rather very much unknown to the students. "Bu' if tha guides plo' th'course of tha threshers t'be by th'path o' tha bear then why bother wi' le'ing threshers do thier own job? A ro'en apple if spoiled corre'ly can cu' down th'crops jus' as quickly!" Terent shouted, "No' even th southern facin' 'ouse coul' 'ave 'elped!" he shook his head as he picked up the rapier and tossed it back to Einin. ((Feel free to question the strange manner in which they are talking, beat Terent over the head with a shovel, take away Terent's shrooms, ask what the hell ever happened to Smitty, or even just have your character wander away due to the oddity.. or someone could just attack Einin so we can get on with the class. whatever you want to do is fine with me because I can keep this up as long as it takes to make you guys bored and decide to actually do something to effect what's going on. I've got all the time in the world and so much free time to come up with more inside analogies and stories and jokes and comments and stories and riddles and other miscellaneous things to reference to in Terent and Einin's conversations. They're really good with this, having thier own little 'code phrases' for everything... they were very close as kinds and they likes being able to talk and have nobody understand what they were talking about.))
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Sea
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Post by Sea on Oct 3, 2008 5:48:14 GMT -5
"Will someone please explain what the hell's being said?!?" came a rather distressed and angry shout. It was Sanet, who was looking wildly and suspiciously from Terent to Einin, back again, and so forth. "Please?! Or at least talk in a normal fashion for long enough for me to understand." Sanet looked rather displeased with the entire situation, and her grip around her skeine became tighter. Her cat-eyes turned amber and narrowed, and her tail lashed against the ground almost convulsively, and her ears were pinned back against her skull in an aerodynamic fashion.
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