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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 21:53:09 GMT -5
"'ow is that gon' help us the slightest bit? If we mash 'is face in, we won' 'ave any issues with trees..." Terent schemed, "Or we could tie 'is ass into a tree... tha' could work..." Terent pulled his arm away from Valdoren and looked around, trying to get a general idea of where he was. Terent and any sort of traveling didn't exactly work like it was supposed to.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 21:57:45 GMT -5
The young man with the sleek arrows and hardy bow pulled on the back of the other man's shirt, not caring that it would hurt him for a moment. Well, of course he cared, but if it stopped him from irrational thinking- then it would have to do. "And you would have killed him and the whole town would be in a craze, making us their target, we would be out numbered by an countless army and who knows what else!" Valdoren said on the flip side, his seventeen year old voice firm and clear that he was not about to let Terent go without him calming down....no matter how long or rough he was beat up.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 22:02:12 GMT -5
Purple magic sparked at Terent's fingers, twisting in the air for a few moments before dissapearing, "And ye think I canna' take 'em, eh?" he asked with a smile on his face. "Besides... there are a few perks tah controllin' pure magical e'ergy." Though Terent didn't walk anywhere because the damned archer had grabbed onto his jacket. grrr. Terent was an angry Scots-Irishman. There really wasn't much you could do to stop him once he got started.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 22:07:01 GMT -5
"Did I say anything about you and what you can do? I think I said what would happen to the people who LIVE here if you killed him or did something as stupid as that. Terent, unless you calm down, no matter what you throw at me- I'm not letting go." Valdoren told him. The kid was stubborn, but only because he thought of what the future consequences would be and not just present satisfactions like Terent seemed to have done. Valdoren took an arrow from his case strapped to his back, just incase something needed to be done.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 22:12:14 GMT -5
In a reflex at being told that there was 'nothing he could do' he reached for one of his three axes- but froze midway through the motion, dammit- he couldn't cut the arm off of a student, could he? No. It wasn't allowed, there were lots of papers involved, and he also really didn't think the kid deserved to lose an arm, well- he couldn't be completely sure, considering everyone at TMA had some major flaw with them that most courts would decide needed a major punishment for... but like Terent was one to talk! Pssh! The short elf man let out a sigh, "Okay, lad... ye can let me go..." he said, obviously not too happy. He wanted revenge for his humiliation- and he was going to get it sooner or later, but for now it seemed like it would be later.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 22:17:30 GMT -5
Valdoren's auburn hair and clothes sort of matching in with the wooden area they were in. "Good." said the student, and let his hand drop. His arrow was put away and he took three steps back over and to the side adding up to the point where he stood next to Terent. With quiet, soundless steps at their end; Valdoren stopped, his head looking up to the trees and then to the ground before going back to the teacher. "Now how are we getting around this?" he asked.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 22:25:03 GMT -5
"An' you think I know where the 'ell we are?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. Not really know what they were going to do, because as far as Terent was concerned, they were going to die of starvation or something before they got anywhere. Terent's vote went for when they had to resort to cannibalism- that Valdoren be eaten, he was bigger, and Terent himself was smaller and needed less food- so Valdoren would last longer.
It was amazing how quickly Terent thought about cannibalism.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 22:32:40 GMT -5
Valdoren looked a second time, scanning the premises thoroughly. "I know how to get there." he told Terent confidently, "And think of it in this light: The leader has your mushrooms sitting next to him. He won't give thme back until whatever he tells us to do is completed. So, find a way to get those mushrooms back, since, as I recall- it's been some time since you've had any...." the boy said in a logical and somewhat persuading option of thought. Woudl he think of it that way, perhaps- but Val doubted it.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 22:36:08 GMT -5
"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Play off an addiction! Ye dirty bastid! You think tha' I'd be willin' to do anythin' for some shrooms! Well! I don' need ya! I'll just go by myself then! I'll be perfectly fine... which way to the camp, by the way?" He asked, obviously having no intention of leaving the Tribal Leader with his shrooms. His precious shrooms. Terent damned himself in his mind, giving in like this.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 22:39:53 GMT -5
Valdoren looked calm as a clam and said, "Did I mentioned it was timed, the consequence of it being that they're burned to ashes?" that would probably top it off for their needed rush to the camp. He started walking West and didn't like being called a bastard, but, in any case- it worked. Terent was hooked and thanks to Ronove, Valdoren had found a way to overcome another road block.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 22:48:26 GMT -5
Terent narrowed his eyes, "Now ye're pushin' it, kid." he shook his head in disdain, "Just lead meh to tha camp, please an' thankye." he snapped his fingers impatiently and sparks of purple shot about him, and nearby a tree was split down the center by a ring of purple- but that really didn't matter much, did it? Valdoren was right when he said Terent hadn't had any shrooms in a while, and he was starting to get cravings for them again, dammit.
But he also had another feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he knew what was coming this time and he loathed it.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 22:55:08 GMT -5
Valdoren walked, not caring much about the tree; though in any case, he took very careful notice to it. "It's not far off from here since we walked a good deal already...." he told him, turning and the smell of smoke faint off in the air. Why was this kid so clam about things like the tree's new change of scenery and not even a flinch at the purple dark magic sparks? Was this kid a demon and knew about it- or was he something else so plain and ordinary that his education made it so that he was in now way affected? Well, though both of them together are somewhat correct- the third option was the one which summed most of it up, though no one but his Master teacher knew his name or his apperance, but perhaps many undoubtedly knew his name. Oh how he missed his father figure, his guardian, his powerful demonic caretaker named Ronove. The kid was something odd, he was a bit too calm around things like this, or was it just a stupid thing to think. Well, the only way to find out if its truth or paranioa is to ask the kid 'Where are you from?' and all that.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 23:10:22 GMT -5
Terent followed Valdoren quietly, "Don' ye think that with yer whole 'Let's try reasoning with tha bastids' idea, that it might not work quite too well if I show up with ye?" Terent tilted his head to the side slightly and Smitty atop his head croaked, though whatever the croaking meant would have been lost to everyone but Terent. Because Terent was special like that, and that is why we love Terent.
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Post by Arual on Jan 20, 2008 23:18:21 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not to worried about it, Terent...." Valdoren said with an air that was a bit too assuring to anyone but himself, "I have logic, literature and brains to rely on: for anything which could go wrong- to what may happen with you in the place with me. I speak many languages, and its no big deal if you know what you're talking about. I'll convince them it was a mistake and that We're both here to do him any favors he might have..." He went through the leavy ground and the smoke smell grew thicker.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 20, 2008 23:31:59 GMT -5
"M'kay..." Terent didn't seem too convinced but he followed nonetheless. A few strands of defiant blue-green hair hung in his face to irritate him and his footsteps crunched on the ground, his hands shoved in his pockets, he seemed rather bored as he walked now, a long period of drug usage made Terent a bit mood-swing-y and ADD at random intervals of time. His purple eyes scanned everything in sight, looking for anything that might cause a problem in Valdoren's plan... wait... why did he want to help the people who tied him in a tree? Did he miss something? Why didn't he just go steal the shrooms back? Hey! There are easier things to do! What was this Valdoren trying to do, tricking Terent into labor... he must be teamed up with the tribe... yes... that was it... (paranoid moment... thank you 500 years of drug use and abuse)
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