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Post by Person on Jan 8, 2009 20:37:10 GMT -5
"Good sir, Chase! You're here for recreation, not recreation! I command you, as emissary of Death himself! to begin practicing immediately!" Thanatos exclaimed; however, his worries fell upon deaf ears. Chase began slamming rocks with the blade of his scythe once again, this time attempting to see how far up the mountain that he could, only recognizing distance by sound, much like he had done when he had first arrived.
The afternoon was brisk and refreshing: only slightly chilly. A light mist had cascaded down from the mountain like water from a waterfall, and lightly coated the base of the mountain in wonder semi-solidified in the air. It eased in the transition between a maze of wood and a wall of rock. The only disturbance in this especially tranquil scene was the scythe slicing through the mist as it slammed rock and against rock and the incessant complaining of the raven from a perch in one of the needlessly tall trees.
"Master Chase, you need to practice necromancy! I haven't seen you demonstrate any since your teacher asked you to! How will your father know if you've progressed at all?" Thanatos continued with a tone of urgency and fear--not for Chase, but for the repercussions it may hold for him.
"Fine, if I show you one zombie, will you leave me alone?"
"Yes, I will Master Chase. But only if it is substantial enough to show that progress has been made from the abominations that you had produced before."
His original creations had truly been abominations, even to the necromancy community. They were fusions of a lack of skill and a lack of care for the art that many had called a way of life. They used to writhe in pain for incomplete souls and for inadequate body types. Truly, they had disgraced the very Corbeau name.
Chase ceased hitting rocks momentarily as to concentrate on resurrecting some God-forsaken creature from its rest. A pit opened in the ground, followed by the inhuman stench of millions of rotting corpses. A hand emerged first, dragging the rest of the body out of the ground. Slowly but surely, a simple, walking corpse emerged looking like a stereotypical resurrected zombie: rotting flesh, limp in its walk, exposed brains, and slurred speech--the works. He really went all out on this one. "Now leave me alone," Chase said as he hit another rock onto the mountain.
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2009 20:47:02 GMT -5
A familiar drunk laughter, deep and serious; yet somehow completely sober at the same time, rang out into the air around the boy and his bird. "Hey, kid," greeted his Master teacher with a bottle in his hand again. Sardon landed on gracefully onto his shoulder with sharp eyes.
(yeeah, like i said- brain fart)
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Post by Person on Jan 8, 2009 21:00:58 GMT -5
Chase stopped in the middle of his backstroke as he heard the word 'kid', "I'll have you know I ain't no kid." Chase turned around to see an image emerge from the fog like a ghost emerging from eternity. Instantly, a wave of comfort rushed over him. He didn't know why this man made him feel comfortable; it wasn't love (Chase was a one-hundred and eighty degree angle), but some kind of euphoric high, like being flooded with magic or hallucinogens.
"Oh, yeah, Gaap," Chase said with a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his head mechanically, "Didn't notice you there." A low moan came out of the zombie as it wondered, not only its purpose, but who this new person was. Of course it would recognize its master naturally, but it was ignorant of any others in the area.
Disgust came over Thanatos, "Gaap."[/i] His emotions showed much more in that single word than he ever could with a paragraph-long speech.
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Post by Arual on Jan 8, 2009 21:18:37 GMT -5
Gaap threw over a package of something. "Catch." he said as it was in midair. It was a package of rubberbands for Mr. Birdbrain over there, and a smile of some devious and amusing plot tugged at his lips. The man's carefree spirit stepped closer after the toss of the tiny package and he sat on a half beaten rock in a relaxed state- the bottle still in his right hand.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 8, 2009 21:42:35 GMT -5
The mountain teemed with life, and the young knight marveled at its atmosphere. The only thing this mountain and his home shared was mist and life, and it was startling what a difference flat land and stagnant water made. Here his legs ached from the unaccustomed tension the elevation caused, and the fir needles and small mammals were as thin and delicate as the air.
Lorien's armor, a light violet-gray metal, clanked rhythmically with his steps, and his deep blue eyes darted about the mist for any threat of danger, as he had been trained his whole life. His helm extended over the upper half of his face, but it was light comparatively and his visibility through the eye holes was more than adequate.
The sound of talking wove through the gloom, but it still took him a while to locate it. The imposing walls of rock did a job of deflection too well when it came to sound. Eventually, however, the evergreens and boulders parted to reveal two people. One seemed to be a student, like himself, the other seemed older... The student held an unusual weapon that he had never seen before, though if not for the long handle it could be mistaken for a harvesting scythe.
"Hello! It is a pleasure to meet the both of you!" he said, offering them a quick, friendly bow. "Are you from the academy as well?"
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Post by Arual on Jan 10, 2009 13:36:49 GMT -5
Gapp looked to the over-enthusiastic student in armor as he relaxed in his comforting seat the rocks had laid out for him, the dark eyes with little rings beneath them blinking at how that scrawny young man could lug that armor around....it amused him. "Yes," he said before another sip of the bottle he held while he muttered 'unfortunately' under his breath too low to hear.
((Alrighty, ill humor you with the mind of Gaap! XD))
The zombie didn't bother him, hell, if it wasn't for the fact that all he had to do was look at it with some sort of look- it'd be gone! But, his student pulled it off, and since he was more of a lazy-son-of-a-bitch than his student was.....eh, Chase 'll do it.
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Post by Person on Jan 11, 2009 19:44:39 GMT -5
((Sorry for not getting to this; I went to the Poconos over the weekend))
The third figure emerged from the mist, bringing along with him a strange feeling full of discomfort like a loyal dog. It felt as if water washing over fire for the young necromancer, only it was more vividly described as an ocean washing over a matchstick. Chase had no reason conceived as for this feeling; all he knew was that he didn't like it.
"Why, my good sir! It's so nice to see a young man with manners in today's society! I had thought it all lost in the vortex of pop culture and rock and roll of today's youth!" Thanatos exclaimed excitedly from the tree as if he had just hit the jackpot. The raven flew down from his invisible position in the trees to be in front of Lorien. He extended his wings and gave a bow back, "My good sir! You may call me Thanatos. I do hope that you preemptively forgive Master Chase, as I'm sure that he will in some way offend you."
Jeeze, why don't you just go ahead and marry him? Chase thought to himself. To the careful telepath, they could pick up a hint of jealousy in his mental tone. Chase hit another rock with his scythe like a club, this time, he head the drive smash into trees and break branches instead of hearing heavy hits against the mountain's fortress walls. "Yeah, guess my name's Chase," he said very unenthusiastically. "And that's Charlotte," he responded, referring to the resurrected corpse that had been stumbling around the vicinity. It didn't seem to be either a man or a woman as it lacked any kind of defining features of either sex, but something in Chase felt right by calling it "Charlotte". It was probably just hormones.
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Post by Arual on Jan 11, 2009 19:54:29 GMT -5
((NO PROOOOOOOBLEM! ^_^))
Gapp set down his bottle, picking up the package of rubberbands he gave Chase and taking one out to expand between two fingers before he let it rip right at the bird. He didn't even look at the creature, and he didn't care- as this was pure fun for him....and the damn thing was annoying. The master teacher sat in such a relaxed and lazy way between the stones that as his raised hand let the rubber band go........you could unfortunately do nothing but see a resemblance to Scar from the Lion King- not to mention laugh once it hit the raven.
"Oh shut up already," the man's voice dragged, "You've tortured the kid long enough and it hasn't even been a single minute yet.."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 11, 2009 21:08:20 GMT -5
Lorien watched the bird with some surprise; he wasn't well acquainted with any talking beast, though at this school he had already seen several in passing. He was glad that Thanatos seemed pleased, but many of the finer points of the conversation went over his head, such as 'popping culture' and 'rock and roll youth'. Of course, if Thanatos' native culture was so turbulent, he supposed it would cause some swaying among its greener members. Lorien reflected that he had come from a very stable place, but not all others had. He should remember to be grateful.
"My name is Lorien, of Floht." He looked around at the mention of Charlotte and spotted the gaunt, shambling figure half-hidden in mist. "Is your friend Charlotte ill? I may be able to assist her." They must have all been training themselves here. The teacher was teaching Thanatos to better dodge projectiles, and Chase and perhaps Charlotte were practicing on rocks.
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Post by Arual on Jan 11, 2009 21:31:01 GMT -5
The teacher broke into laughter at the kids mentioning of 'Charrlotte', his head lolled back and one hand tightly gripping the beer bottle in his grasp. "Kid.....I don't think she needs help!" Why he found this overly innocent young man so amusing was beyond him- wait, that was the complete reason why he was dying inside and out!
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Post by Person on Jan 12, 2009 15:24:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, she could sure use some help, but I think that you're a little late for that," Chase said sarcastically as he continued through another mechanical drive. He seemed almost annoyed at the fact this young man couldn't recognize that the figure was already dead; it could have been said that stupid questions were a peeve of his. He began to whistle something that was the only thing to pierce the mist like a knife through warm butter.
Thanatos squawked in return to only narrowly dodging the torture apparatus. "Good Lorien, what you see in front of you is a zombie. Please ignore the words of these two unrefined cretins, as they find some sadistic humor in seeing the pain of others. You have stumbled upon (Thanatos said the next part rather loudly so all parties could clearly hear what he said) Chase's training time. However, as you can plainly see, he would rather defile his divine tool with using it as a nine-iron." Thanatos seemed to have gotten something off of his chest somewhere in the last paragraph of his speech. "But others seem intent on not allowing Chase to follow the training regiment that he was provided upon leaving for the Academy. I hate to be the bad guy, but if he has any hope of being what the Family expects him to be, he'd better start soon," Thanatos continued.
"You said one zombie and you'd leave me alone!" Chase exclaimed while annoyed in-between swings.
"Ah-hem, I am trying to hold a conversation with my friend Lorien, Chase. It seems that you are the one interfering with my affairs," Thanatos turned around and said before returning to speaking with Lorien.
Chase returned it with an unintelligible grumble that Charlotte almost interpreted as being part of her speech, but quickly decided it was gibberish.
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Post by Arual on Jan 12, 2009 15:43:47 GMT -5
The teacher stopped laughing now, and the man rolled his eyes at the bird. "Chase, kid, as much as I'd like to continue my insults about your little black birdy friend there....he's right about one thing. Ruining something like the weapon you have there isn't good, so unless you're sharpening it or something......I'd lighten up on your attempts to cut stone." His voice wasn't like a teacher, though there was a hint of it in there; it was more of a very calm and relaxed tone of voice that silently said 'think logically, kid' without him saying it.
The expression he held when he spoke of Thanatos was like you see in the cartoons where you wait for the one being talked about to go 'Well, thank yo--- HEY! WAIT A SECOND'. "Anything else he tells you," Gaap added with a shake of his hand in a shooing manner, "Don't listen. His threats are worth nothing, because as you and I both can see...your father is not only absent from this little party, but he'd probably agree more with his son's teacher that the messenger bird." Gaap's thumb motioned over his shoulder at the raven.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 12, 2009 20:12:43 GMT -5
Lorien had never seen a dead body walking around before and certainly did not expect such things, which was why he was probably so blind to poor Charlotte's state. Hearing the word 'zombie', however, brought back to him all of the tales of the dark North, where the inhabitants practiced an art called Necromancy. It was supposedly a risky and difficult thing, forcing one's will over the dead. Those of the North were not sometimes called 'the soulless' without reason.
"A Necromancer, truly?" he said in curious surprise, feeling a peculiar twinge in his chest. It was odd, for while he respected his new companions, his order was taught that such arts were forbidden and arcane, not meant for weak human souls and waiting to corrupt them. He lowered his head slightly.
Well, if Chase practiced such arts, Lorien had full confidence that his new companion could handle the risks with fortitude and unwavering will. They were correct, however, in saying that rocks made for poor battle training.
The young paladin smiled eagerly as an idea came to him. "Chase, would you like to test your skill against mine? It would be educational for the both of us, and I can Seal our wounds when we have finished, so we need not hold back."
(I won't apply levels for this one if you want, considering the difference. xD )
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Post by Person on Jan 12, 2009 20:47:21 GMT -5
((Lolz, Zawa, you can do whatever you want))
Chase hit one last rock into the air and savored the sound of it crashing violently against the trees and branches. "Fine. I'll stop using it as a club for a while," Chase acquiesced. "But yeah, I'm a Necromancer--"
"A bad one."
"But a Necromancer all the same! I am a master of death itself!" Chase said as his ego began inflating like a lead balloon. "I'll take you on then." Had Chase not already invested most of his ego into this, he would have left Charlotte in by her lonesome. But not this Chase! no, instead, his eyes began to glaze over with darkness until they became little more than chunks of coal in his sockets, like lumps of coal in a stocking. He took a deep breath, and attempted to raise something else from the dead.
Another crack in the earth appeared, followed closely by the odor of burned flesh and rotten eggs. The suspense staggered up each passing moment like a crescendo of dark magic. In the mist, only the gross outline of a figure could be seen. The hand coming out of the ground gracefully produced a small, monkey-like being. Its teeth and claws were razor-sharp and shone with a macabre smile. Where there should have been a tail, instead was the remains of an arm that took its place; it seemed to move independent of the other two. Pieces of flesh were falling off, and some pieces were gone completely. Only one eye remained in the sockets, and that had multiple cuts through it. The creature stunk like rotten fruit and feces, and if it wasn't going to kill through scratching, it was most likely going to win through sheer stench.
"Oh come on! A monkey?! The stumbling Charlotte could do more than that!" Chase yelled in anger. The small monkey-being quivered a moment and its macabre smile devolved into a frown. Its singular eye seemed to get bigger as it verged on the edge of tears. The monkey slowly walked over to Lorien in dejection from his master's apparent disgust with what he had resurrected. It mumbled a high-pitched, unintelligible statement that it somehow had hoped that Lorien would understand.
"Fine. Charlotte, sick 'em!" Chase said as he pointed his scythe toward Lorien. The decrepit and emaciated zombie began to slowly shuffle toward Lorien with the full intent of violence. Oh, when he slowly shuffled over there, Lorien would get the full onslaught of the quarter-speed fury that Charlotte had in store.
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Post by Arual on Jan 12, 2009 21:01:23 GMT -5
Gaap got up from his seat, quickly zooming out of sight until cold fingers snapped the raven's beak shut and a rubberband or two had wrapped itself tightly around his beak. That should keep you quiet. "Well, looks like I'm ref this afternoon," he said, "Alright boys. Seeing as though we have a healer and he's willing to assist any wounds given.......don't hold back, and be fair. Honestly, I say that because I rather not carry back two injured students (at most) because of carelessness. Please don't make me do it."
Gaap looked over to his student, that vibe of errier calmness he had given off earlier returning. "Chase, don't get hot headed......you're no all-star yet." he reminded the kid. What would he have to do to make this kid THINK before ACTING? Nothing.
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