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Post by fudge0604 on Sept 18, 2008 9:57:25 GMT -5
The wind was gently hitting the nutty brown bangs of a fifteen year old boy. Ben, leaned into one of the walls, yawning.
It had been a long time since he had been on the roof, since he had been so busy with his grandmothers death, his parents divorce, and, the murder of his baby sister.
A small smile spread over his face. This place was wonderful, coming back to, and experiencing the beauty, that surrendered the academy. His body shifted, while, he tried to remember the names of the people he barely had known before he had left.
~What the h'ell was it again? Murray? No.... Umh......~
The voice in his own mind speaked to him, while he tried to remember, but only seeing shaped of faces, blurred out.
" I can't remember anything!" Ben said to himself, while he walked over to another edge, and supported his chin with his hand, his albow resting on the wall he was standing next to.
His gaze wandered off, long into the horizon, while fures spread across his face, being annoyed by his lack of good memory.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 23, 2008 17:03:20 GMT -5
“There are much worse things then a bad memory.” said a person behind and to the right of Ben.
The person didn’t appear much older then Ben at first, but he had a deep aged look to him. His gaze....his gaze appeared to have seen many horrible things but his face said that he would never tell you all that he saw, or if he did it would only be a small part.
The teenager walked on bare feet, with light silk clothing. His pants were a brown color with a beaded vest being a deep nearly blood red color. He had his brown hair tied back with a nearly transparent shall layered into a band and tied.
“Why do you think the Fool is always happy? He couldn’t see the journey ahead of him, or remember the journey he just completed.”
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Post by fudge0604 on Sept 25, 2008 13:26:04 GMT -5
Ben turned quickly, a kink coming from his neck.
His hand automatically placed itself inside his robe, grabbing his staff, being ready to pull it out.
The mysterious person, seemed to be a stranger.
Perhaps Ben had seen him once, but, he didn't know the name of the boy. The mystical aura that surrounded him, made Ben wonder. Never, had he felt something like this.
" Who are you? Ben asked gently, but in his tones a dark threat was surrounding. He had become a bit paranoid, indeed.
The strange clothes, bare feet, and the look, made him insecure.
He seemed kind and friendly, but, judging by his appearance and strange aura, it was hard to really know.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 25, 2008 15:19:53 GMT -5
Durriken’s eyes didn’t as much as twitch when he saw Ben try and reach for his staff, though he did mentally check for the familiar weight of his tarot deck on his belt and his dagger.
“Hmm, who am I, that is a good question. Really, are we what we were born or what we become. Someone would call me a Romani or Gypsy who can do some fancy parlor tricks, others would call me a master of the ancient arts. I guess I am somewhere in between. Though the real reason I am guessing you ask if for my name, that, simply is Durriken.”
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Post by fudge0604 on Sept 26, 2008 10:40:08 GMT -5
Ben looked at him, tilting his head. His speaking was sure strange. A teenager talking like that, wasn't exactly normal.
He did not ask, but Ben felt he should say it,
" I am Ben. Elementalist. His hand stretched out, while he waited for the shake.
He shifted, as he judged him slightly. Weird, it seemed, that the boy was talking like he was, looking like he was, and,
had the aura of his.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2008 16:25:50 GMT -5
Durriken saw something shuffle in the corner of his box out of the corner of his eye. He and his tarot deck have been working on how to give each other information without being so...dramatic about it. That and having a growing psychic connection with them didn’t hurt.
“Ah, a user of the suit of cups, though you take it to a much colder place then most.” he said after a moment finally shaking the other person’s hand. His grip was firm but not overly and his hands dry from much use of old books and other paper materials which saps all the water and oil from the hands.
“I wonder how far you are on your path of life. You have already chosen with the Magician and got told the way by the High Priestess, that is clear, as is the creation of the Empress and the management of the Emperor....I would have to say as far as I can see now I must stop at the Hierophant, you may have already taken the step to go beyond but from what I see currently I cannot tell.”
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Post by fudge0604 on Oct 1, 2008 9:06:11 GMT -5
Ben turned his head, not getting one thing of what he said.
"Ummh..... Excuse me, what!?" Never, had he been to a gypsy or a seer, and, he hadn't paid any attention to the times someone had tried to explain him the intrigue art of seeing. His best friend had been a seer, but, he could never take any interest.
Shifting, his gaze wondered out on the territory of the Academy.
Dreaming away, he mumbled " Gosh, it is beautiful"
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Oct 7, 2008 19:11:47 GMT -5
Durriken mentally and audibly sighed when he saw the boy look away. Nobody could ever really hold his stare for long. At this point, he didn’t really care. Throughout time things have come, things have gone, and things have come again, nothing was really new.
“Yes, but in years the trees will fall, rot, and be turned into soil for next generation. Same with the animals, and eventually the stone if someone was not here to take care of it. In time everything shall go back to the loving arms of Gaia”
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Post by fudge0604 on Oct 14, 2008 6:25:21 GMT -5
" Sorry, you can save that crap for me." Ben mumbled, starting to get impatient at Durriken, since he already had told him that he didn't give a crap. Rolling his eyes, he focused on trying to make some friends, as he had none. Trying to chat, he asked slowly, " Soo..... What, do you guys use to do here?"
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