Cyndon
Freshman
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Jul 14, 2010 13:51:26 GMT -5
Cyndon strode down the bridge between the two halves of the Dry Ocean, his hands in the pockets of his pants. He had neglected to wear his robe today, and figured that a change of pace was in order. The black of the fabric tied in well with the darker blue of his shirt, and the sun shining down on him seemed to warm his spirits.
'Seems as good a place as any to try and practice some water techniques...' he reached his hands towards the water side below him and drew them back towards the bridge, as if pulling on a rope. a long strand of water followed his gesture and he quickly formed it into a sphere with his movements. He slowly took the orb apart piece by piece until he had five identical pieces floating around him in an orbit.
With these orbitals around him he focused on covering himself with a dome, and soon he had an oblong dome of water which began to shimmer and cloak his form to the surrounding area.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 18, 2010 19:01:42 GMT -5
This current venture was going nowhere. As a sort of prank, another student had told the Creature to walk from one end of this rickety bridge to the other. The Creature of course had no objections, and as far as it was concerned, this mattered very little. Its journey had begun almost 32 hours earlier, and it still pursued its goal with the single minded intensity it had started with.
The torn elemental reality of the area had little effect on the creature, despite that it loosely qualified as an elemental itself. The collosal wall of water had phased it little and the occasional fish that shot through didn't even draw its gaze. Nor did the searing heat from the desert below have any effect beyond causing its ragged clothing to become ridged on its gangly form.
It walked quickly and steadily, its black, orb-like eyes fixated on the bridge ahead it. It was quite some time before it came to the oblong dome of water that blocked any further progress. The creature looked it over for several minutes before it raised a hand and pressed it to the glassy surface.
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Cyndon
Freshman
[M:0]
If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
Posts: 253
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Post by Cyndon on Jul 18, 2010 23:02:20 GMT -5
A twinge of realization flew through Cyndon's mind as the water was touched, and his eyes shot open. With little than a second the dome fell to the ground in a tightly bound ring about 3 feet in radius with him in the center.
"Oh! I didn't think people came... through... here... often...?" The vision of the person on the other end of the sphere killed the tempo of the elf's sentence. He didn't even know where to begin placing this... creature. It almost seemed vacant, like nobody was home. Although it definitely had the sentience enough to reach out and touch the dome instead of just barreling through it.
"Um... Pardon the rudeness... but just who or what might you be? I'd never have dreamed of meeting someone... er... something... like you." He had to admit it even to himself, he had no idea how to speak to the mass of shadow in front of him.
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