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Pom
Apr 15, 2008 20:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 15, 2008 20:00:12 GMT -5
"We actually have a special place in the school for beginner mages that helps bring out their innate power. We could check it out, if you want," Gerro suggested, moving for the door. "As for a place to stay, there's always my room." She was really innocent though... it wouldn't be nice, hot love. Gerro had never raped a child, but he imagined with Pom it would come closer to that. He suppressed a shudder. His room, different beds. His mother would be calling him a 'little pixie changeling' and hitting him over the head with a broom if she had heard any of those thoughts.
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Pom
Apr 16, 2008 16:51:44 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 16, 2008 16:51:44 GMT -5
Pom nodded, "Can we go see if I have magic now?" her voice was eager, "I'd love to see..." she smiled, giving Gerro one last hug, before she kindly returned to letting her arms hang at her sides. Her eyes looked about the room for a few seconds as she continued to follow Gerro, her step carrying the lightest skip to it, her arms swinging back and forth. She whispered a few words under her breath, not loud enough for Gerro to hear, of course... but whatever she was saying it must have meant something because there was a giddy happiness building up and accumulating in her till she almost seemed to glow.
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Pom
Apr 24, 2008 19:12:12 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 24, 2008 19:12:12 GMT -5
"Sure, let's go," he said, laughing. Her joy was infectious, and it was nice to have someone to share innate hyperactivity with. It wasn't ADD, it was a natural metabolism! She was almost glowing, which was actually very good for giving off magic. It was too bad they didn't have any fairies nearby for some faerie dust, but always found that vaguely disgusting anyway. He took Pom's hand and flew her up into the air. She wasn't what you'd call heavy, but he was assuming she'd start flying herself soon. "See you later, Aggy. I'm sure you have a busy day of lighting up the school with your smiles," he told his teacher-friend amiably. Then he guided Pom out the window, over to another part of the school, where they entered by window once again. It was a large room with a soaring cathedral ceiling that sloped into an angular dome. Soft light filtered in through many windows of stained glass, all depicting an element in an obscure style. On the pale marble floor the colors from the window mixed to form a hopelessly complex interlocking design, where a central star of pure white light outshone all. The room had a quiet, reverent air, and bits of dust motes swirled about like fireflies. "Go into that bright light," Gerro said, alighting on the arm of a statue.
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Pom
Apr 25, 2008 16:54:05 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 25, 2008 16:54:05 GMT -5
Pom looked towards the light, "Y'know... most people tell you not to go towards the light." she pointed out, though her tone was a bit awestruck, not really quite as loud as before. The small sprite's wings settled to rest on her back as she began walking towards cautiously towards the point where she had been instructed to go, "Is it going to hurt?" she asked, it was suprising how easily she had trusted Gerro, it wasn't exactly what might have been expected from a sprite who'd been bottled up for a long period of time, really... some people would have guessed she might have been a bit more reserved than this.
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Pom
May 5, 2008 19:50:25 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 5, 2008 19:50:25 GMT -5
That brought a laugh from him. "If you're unconscious, then yes, otherwise, light tends to be a good thing." He was strongly tempted to say it hurt like Hellfire, but he suppressed it gentleman-like. "Nah, it doesn't hurt at all. Except for Franco who insisted that it itched, but I think he got Gulf War Syndrome without even being there, so don't worry about him." Gerro clasped his hands, overcome at how adorable she was, standing down there all hesitant and unsure.
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Pom
May 5, 2008 20:32:48 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 5, 2008 20:32:48 GMT -5
"What if..." she trailed off, not wanting to suggest the thought that she might really have no powers at all, lest she jinx the entire situation. She walked tentatively towards the light, glancing back towards Gerro every few moments before she sighed as if giving up. She let her eyes wander to the ground, her pace picking up a bit before she was just at the edge of the light, "don't let it hurt..." she almost seemed to half pray to some god she was sure didn't exist. She didn't even know what was going to happen, but she stepped into the light, her eyes shut tight. She didn't dare open them at all, almost like she didn't want to know what would be found out about her, for fear as to what it just might be.
(You can choose what element she is if you want, I don't mind. You can even choose it so she has no power if you really want. :3 it's all up to you.)
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Pom
May 11, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 11, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
The light around Pom flickered as she entered it, and the green disappeared from the floor, along with gray. Instead the colors seemed to surge around her, much like fireflies on crack. Gerro held up the chart he had received on the door and examined the color guide. "Congratulations Pom. Your main element is controlling plantlife (some people call that Earth, but it's really kind of different. Like, it should be called Plant, or... Bloom, or something. The element of Bloom, yeah that's catchy.) You also have a good bit of Air ability in you." Gerro skipped over to her lightly. "No, that doesn't mean you can't use any other types of magic, but these are just what you'll be strongest in. Anything else you'll just have test out for yourself. I, for one, especially suck at fire. Example:" The sprite raised his hand, and a pathetic spark and a puff of acrid smoke fizzled sadly. "But everyone has their strength and weaknesses." He shrugged.
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Pom
May 12, 2008 21:03:26 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 12, 2008 21:03:26 GMT -5
Pom smiled brightly and almost seemed to leap at Gerro, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug that showed few signs of letting up any time too terribly soon, not that most people would complain. "When do I learn?" she asked, excitement bubbling in her tone and she was tempted to ask more questions but she wanted this one answer first, her eyes glittering like mad as she watched Gerro's face intently with all the eagerness of some kind of kid overflowing from her which one could find either a tad annoying or endearing. Her wings buzzed in her excitement and it seemed as if nothing could possibly bring down her infinately happy mood.
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Pom
May 18, 2008 19:40:48 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 18, 2008 19:40:48 GMT -5
Twirling his flute in between his fingers, Gerro's face took on a thoughtful frown. "This is really odd... mmm... we're really only supposed to teach students, due to the potential of espionage and general lawsuits..." Then he brightened. "Tell you what, Pom, you can't be that old--you hardly look a day over eighteen--and you're a sprite anyway, and they're not too strict on otherworldly beings' ages. If you went down to the shipyard, and I mistakenly took you to be another sprite student of mine (which I have sadly seen not a wing nor finger of for several months. Why does this always happen to me? WHY?!) I could teach you then. What do you say? Want to be my student?" He beamed in excitement, hovering a few inches in the air.
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Pom
May 18, 2008 20:23:12 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 18, 2008 20:23:12 GMT -5
Pom looked to the ground in silent thought for a few seconds, "Okay... I'll do it..." she said, giving an unsure nod, not really knowing if there was any fine print to what she was getting herself into. She smiled in response to Gerro's enthusiasm, a slight blush hinting accross her face, "Where's the shipyard?" she asked, obviously she had no clue where anything was around here, so it really couldn't be helped all too much, she was trying not to think about how lost she was though. She didn't want to end up having a panic attack or anything bad of that sort.
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Pom
May 18, 2008 20:35:13 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 18, 2008 20:35:13 GMT -5
"Hey, don't look so glum. Show some spirit, I promise I won't let anything happen to you." He flitted up to the window again, waiting for her to follow before pointing. The Shipyards could be seen from the reaching fingers of broken masts out across the leaden waters of a great lake. "You see that huge lake over there? Across from the school there's a dock with a lot of ships. Don't worry, its mostly empty, except for the occasional people that gather there to trade with the school. Just stay near the beach and don't go on any of the boats, and you'll be fine. I'll meet you there in a half hour."
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