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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 7, 2008 14:08:35 GMT -5
Durriken didn’t even bat an eye as the pirate pointed a sharp blade in his face. There was many ways to prevent himself from being hurt. His favorite being making the pirate think he was a pretty little girl who wouldn’t dream of holding anything but a tea cup or a fan.
Another option way down on his list but still there would have been to pinch slightly one single vein in the persons brain. That would cause a clot which will lead to a stroke. A very clean death within 5 minutes or less.
He flipped through his tarot deck until he saw a card that caught his eye. It was the Temperance, card of balance, but it had a very ‘interesting’ power. He gave a wink toward Cyndon and give a soft shushing sound to alert them to be quiet and act natural.
He tapped the card softly and made an eye gesture toward one of the pirates. A few moments later a women walked through the door and went up to the pirate he indicated. It was only an illusion but it was a very good one. It had sound, the smell of perfume, and even slight touch, though not enough to hold up to any real handling.
”Excuse me...strong...um...sir. Could you point a young defenseless women to the closest restroom?” as she said this she slowly ran her fingers down the mans arm.
Durriken mentally shrugged if it didn’t turn out well. He wasn’t going to expend the energy to go through the mans mind to see what he actually liked in a women. He always had issues getting the memories ‘out’ of his own mind.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 7, 2008 14:30:14 GMT -5
"Good to meet you then, Kou," Estrik said before the pirate had violently threatened Durriken. Before he could or wanted to react, the problem was already handled and over with. And the illusion...well, Estrik thought that was pretty good. He chuckled a bit and restrained himself from laughing too hard or else reveal the joke. All that was communicated from Estrik was the telepathic, "Nice," to Durriken.
Estrik began to dig into his food on his tray, saving the spoils of his battle (the double-chocolate chip muffin) until the end as to make it taste so much better. He washed everything down with gulps of water like he were dehydrated in a desert.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 7, 2008 15:58:06 GMT -5
"That boy is quite the trickster. Although, his facade of a woman is somewhat... limited."
Before Yerl could react to the pseudo-lady, Kerrain untied Degel deSaga and thrust the lonely hilt into the image, disspelling the illusion. Though, Yerl himself expressed a groan of annoyance and disappointment. The young captain brought the hilt back to his belt and tied the leather back up.
"Thank you. I was hungry."
"It's none of my concern." Kerrain responded to his hilt quietly.
"Hmmmph, and I thought you did that for ME."
"Somewhat."
Though, before Degel could say more, the pirates gave a yell of triumph as the deer, cooked and smelling absolutely delicious, was placed before them on the table. Though, the pirates did not dig in immediately. Kerrain stood from his seat, and taking a knife, sliced off a well-rounded piece of deer meat. He slowly brought it to his lips and ate the thumb-sized piece, chewing it slowly, and swallowing.
"It's good. Have at it, men!" He announced, a smile on his face.
The pirates immediately sat down all around their captain, making sure he was surrounded on all sides in equal proportions. Tief had just got back and sat down to eat as well, knowing full well the barrels had been discinpline from his captain. The crew took up a knife and fork and catered themselves, picking a piece of freshly cooked meat and eating at it slowly and meticulously.
"Theh mannas lessons coot us up, cap'n." Donivan whispered.
"I'm glad, Donivan." Kerrain replied.
His attention turned back to Degel and listened to the hilt's bantering, then replied in full earnest.
"I wish that boy hadn't had made me use your hunger like that. Now I have to wait another year before you are hungry enough again."
"And I was hoping you wouldn't starve me like that once more. Though, immature boys need their silly and thoughtless humor. Understand, Kerrain. You used to be like that."
"I remember. But watching my life as I remember, I see that becoming a captain has made me what I am today."
"In my world, every adolescent gains a great responsibility at their youngest eve. If they fail that responsibility, they are destroyed. That should be the same for this world."
"Yes, but then everyone would be dead."
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 7, 2008 17:55:07 GMT -5
Cyndon looked at the illusion and his brow furrowed. It was funny - childish but funny. He didn't think it was really worth it for them to be going back and forth like this, and it all started over one pirate's lack of self-restraint. He was duly punished by Kerrain, so he figured it could be left at that, but then the illusion came into play... Still he chuckled and added a wink to Durriken.
"*sigh* He can be unruly can't he...? Life as his room mate might just be interesting." Cyndon hoped that eventually the two could move past their bickering, but something told him they would be constant rivals/enemies. He would continue being their friends, though it might get tough. He looked back at Estrik with a look of concern on his face that slipped past his censorship. He hoped neither of them had noticed.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 8, 2008 14:34:10 GMT -5
"You guys sure are silly," Keyne said, drawing up a stool next to them. She stood up on it, to get on a height even with them. "Maybe you could all preform together during an Ability Show, cause a lot of people would like your acting." With young children, there was no awkward moment between Stranger and Friend.
"So, are any of you taking Master Ensuna's and my class? Puppetmaster?" she asked with wide eyed expectation, though she added an apologetic smile to Durriken. She knew him to be an older student, and not in her class. But he was probably just saving the best for last, graduating year or something. "My name's Keyne. What's yours?"
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 8, 2008 18:23:26 GMT -5
“I’m Durriken, but I heard that class is being changed to some class involving the mental arts? If it is I will probably ask to be transferred out of survival into yours then.”
He looked at Cyndon and sighed mentally. He wasn’t an empath but he could still read emotions pretty well as a fortune teller. Normally what the person’s reactions to the cards told more then the cards themselves did.
“And don’t worry Cyndon, we might be rivals but never enemies. If we were going that far I would have used much worse.” he said as he flipped over a card and showed a picture of a tower being struck by lightning. “The gypsies are always famous for their curses.” he said laughing to himself.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 8, 2008 19:04:51 GMT -5
"Why can't you simply play along, anyway?"
"Last time I played, Captain Grenhaw met his death at the hands of an enemy."
"Honestly, that wasn't your fault. I was there, on his belt. He DID tell you to sit and watch."
"And I listened, because I was playing with the thought that Captain Grenhaw could never be beaten."
"You really are a downer." And with Degel's sentence, came what would closely resemble a sigh.
"I am Captain Guil'tee, Degel deSaga. Your wielder. Leader of the Grenavive's crew. I do not have time to be playful."
"Fine, fine. Invoke the Wielder oath, won't you? That just adds the seriousness, eh?"
Kerrain did not reply back to the hilt upon his belt, but rather, took a bite of his slice of venison. The mmm's and ahhh's of his crew were correct in judging this meal, he thought to himself. This venison was the best venison he had had in years. Perhaps because of the forest, or this place?
"Cap'n. Gert job a' dis one. Jest weht weh needed." Yerl commented. Kerrain nodded to his crewmate and turned back to his meal, then turned to meet the gaze of Tief. The pirate was a bit sheepish at first, but finally choked the words out.
"I-I-I ish sorreh, cap'n. Ish shuldanot duhn tha'." Tief said.
"It is quite alright, Tief. I accept your apology for dishonoring your crew. You may come and get a slice of venison." Kerrain replied happily, handing Tief a plate of meat.
"Th-th-thank ya, sirrah." Tief returned, his hands grapsing a knife and fork as he chipped at the meat gingerly.
"How do you do that?"
"By understanding. You should try it sometime."
"PSHAW! Suuurrree."
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Post by demonfire on Jun 8, 2008 20:56:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, and if there was a fight, you could bet I'd be the first to know about it," Estrik said in-between mouthfuls of food and water. He polished off a plateful of food, after which he cleaned his mouth of, "I'm not really a fan of curses. I like mental warfare m'self." He wiped his hands off on each other as he swallowed the last of his meal.
"I'm in that class, but I wouldn't expect someone as young as you to be a teacher, Keyne," the blind seer said to Keyne, "But where do I go! The name's Estrik, and don't forget it." He absolutely hated short-term memory, even moreso when people asked him to repeat what he just said fifty times. If he didn't have any form of self-control, he might have ended up somewhere completely different from the academy.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 8, 2008 21:27:00 GMT -5
Cyndon chuckled wryly at Durriken's comment. 'Gypsy's are known for their curses' was right... Cyndon shuddered to see what could happen when someone got on Durriken's bad side. Then again he shuddered to think what happened when he got angry as well.
He looked over at Keyne and listened intently to what she had to say. As soon as she had talked about the puppetmaster class his eyes lit up.
"Hah! Somehow i knew you would end up being a teacher! My name is Cyndon Kouvindao, but everyone calls me Kou in my hometown and here hopefully." He took a moment to use his goofy pose; he stuck his tongue out a little as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, i'm taking the class as well. Hope i can learn all sorts of new tricks while i'm here!"
finally Cyndon remembered his question to Keyne as well. "What is the Ability Show? I'll have to think about getting into that..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 9, 2008 20:09:16 GMT -5
"You know, a show where you show your abilities... like comedy, or cool things, or singing, or weird things...." she nodded a few more times than necessary. And I'm not young. I'm fourteen years old!" she said, despite obviously being quite younger, and oblivious to the fact that forteen year olds seldom taught either. She looked at Kerrain curiously. "You sure are silly," she said with a smile. "Can I braid your hair? It looks fluffy."
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 10, 2008 10:43:30 GMT -5
Kerrain gave the girl a smile and nodded.
"I've had my hair in plaits and braided before, go ahead if you must. It's long for a reason, you know." The pirate captain happily stated, appearing right next to the girl. His crew cheered once more, though for the reason, Kerrain had no clue.
"And it is quite 'fluffy', eh?" He added, smiling and portraying an air of caution. He was on his guard, even IF a little girl was braiding his hair.
"You're being quite silly... why don't you let me braid your hair?" Degel said in Kerrain's mind sadly.
Kerrain, fortunately, had no answer for that.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 10, 2008 13:03:41 GMT -5
Estrik's tray looked like a battlefield with all of the dead soldiers lying overtop it. He got up and threw it away in the nearest receptacle ((*likes that word*)). Then, he tossed it towards the dirty tray rack and helped it along with a bit of telekinesis to guide it. He stopped for a moment before realizing that he had to go help out some kid who was trapped in a haunted hotel somewhere in Colorado or something. Man, that kid wouldn't stop whining about his father and him running around with an ax trying to kill them, jeez!
Estrik ran out of the cafeteria without saying goodbye to the others, in too much of a hurry to expend time.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 11, 2008 18:27:36 GMT -5
Cyndon watched as Estrik rushed out of the Cafeteria. He was curious as to what could have been so immediately important that he had to bum rush the door like that but it was soon driven from his mind as he remembered once more what had originally drew him there.
"Durriken, sounds to me like there was something for the both of us to learn from this. We just haven't figured out what our lessons really are yet. I have a feeling this is actually the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Cyndon grinned openly as he looked up at Durriken's face from the table.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 11, 2008 20:33:52 GMT -5
“If that is what you want so be it. But fate has a way of removing threads at a whim of a most heartless being.” he said as he flipped a card and let it be shown as the Death Card. “Though you will not be unlucky enough to be able to see it coming. If Estrik was still here he would probably say the same thing, wish beyond all hope that none of your future children become seers. Some see us as blessed, but get to know one better, and they see that it is a true curse on them.”
He flipped three cards over and at first they were a page, a queen and the high priestess but suddenly the shifted to show a young women around 20, a middle aged one around 44 and a old women around the age of 80.
“These are who pass me their knowledge. The tri-beings of fate. Clotho, spins the thread of fate from the very void we all come from.” he said as he pointed to the youngest women. “Lachesis is the one that I see most clearly. She is the one that weaves the lines of fate into its tapestry. The last is the one I dread seeing. She is Atropos and she is the hag that cuts the lines of fate. These women are known well by my people, though today there are mostly ignored. Do not ignore their words if you or any of your children hear them, or much woe will come upon you.”
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 13, 2008 13:05:55 GMT -5
Cyndon looked at the three cards with a look of seriousness on his face. Suddenly he looked solemnly into Durriken's eyes and proceeded to say:
"We all die someday, but if one worries about it too much, it only brings the event around sooner. That's the way I see it, at least." Cyndon remained solemn as he looked around at the Cafeteria. Most of the students were filing out of the room, having finished their meals, and the pirates were still very rowdy and busily tearing at the venison on the table.
"Hmph. Well, at least THEY'RE having fun. Sometimes i swear their lives are easier, and yet..." Cyndon alluded to the fact that there had to be some semblance of similarity between the Pirates' lives and theirs in the way of difficulty.
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