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Post by _midnight_ on Sept 13, 2008 7:34:21 GMT -5
((oh dear =/ yeah, early, it seemed we were all waiting for eachother indeed x.x
@gryphon: ah, okay, i'll wait with posting then ^^ ))
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Sept 14, 2008 11:11:53 GMT -5
Edward sat in his apartment that overlooked Boston harbor as he stared a folded parchment letter with a wax seal embossed on the backside of the letter. He had spent most of the day doing this and went over in his mind how he had received the letter; it had all started late at night the day before when there was a heavy knocking at the door, seldom did he have any company and he enjoyed it that way. He knew it wasn’t any of his friends because they all had gone home for the week after the semester had ended. The heavily knocking became louder and more frequent, as he walked toward the door and opened it to see a mysterious figure covered in a black robe for head to toe, only two red beaded eyes stared out from the shadow that hid all of their face.
The figure eyes glowed as it seemed to chuckle, “Bout time you answered the door, for someone who takes care of the dead you’re not very fast”
“What do you want,” Edward growled annoyingly. “I have other things that are more important than having to deal with a simpleton like you. Now tell me why you are here or leave.”
“Temper, temper Jackal,” the figure laughed evilly, “Now is that anyway to talk to a person that is about to give you an offer of a life time.” It pulled out a letter that seemed to float in the shadowy mist that formed the figures hand. “This is for you… You might know what it is, it’s your choice what to do with it. But you of all creatures should know that you can’t avoid your fate, it will catch up to you sooner or later.”
Edward gritted his teeth, “Don’t patronize me or lecture me for that matter. I don’t need to hear it because I hear it all the time from my father,” He snapped at the figure as he snatched the letter from them. “Fine I will read this letter, now just leave me in peace and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of; you’re smelling up my apartment.”
“Geeze you really need to calm down there friend,” the figured sighed before snapping its fingers and disappeared in a shadowy mist. As quick as they had arrived they had gone.
Edward slammed the door shut and threw the letter on a table and sat at a nearby chair and stared at the letter. He stared at it all night and only had picked the letter up when the sun had started to rise. He ran his hand over the wax seal on the back before breaking the seal and opening the letter. As he started to reads it and realize who it was from his eyes widened. “Why me of all people….I don’t belong among them.” --------------
Blythe sank inside himself at the mention of a dragon, a word that drove him to fear after witnessing a western dragon kill his mother and another one of his siblings when he was just a fledgling. Part of him wanted revenge of course, but his outward appearance to the others would show nothing of fear but a touch of arrogance and self-centeredness. He kept an eye on the person that had been identified as the dragon as he spoke to Mizqa and nodded slowly, “I am indeed; my family is from the city of Glasgow.” He smiled for moment thinking that he might get along with Mizqa in some small way, "Its good to know someone from home, might make it easier to get through this school in a way."
He put the best smile he could a crossed his face as he could as the pointed out as the dragon spoke to hide his fear, “Pleasure to meet you Miss, I am Blythe Quigley." Blythe wanted to walk away but fear glued him to his spot as he kept his eyes on and watched her constantly. He wanted to trust her but part of him was telling him no and but he knew that he would have no choice in the end because they were all students.
He step back a bit being overwhelmed at the growing crowd, even though he was use to big crowds because of who his family was. But the fact was he still hated small places. But then again he was amazed at the diversity of the group he had never seen so many Mythics in one spot. He paused for a second seeing another person that had arrived this time though he just smiled at them.
With all the talking none had noticed that the main door had opened a crack and people could be heard moving about behind the door as if there was something big about to happen. Of course that was an understatement because everything about the school was big and anything could and would happen during the year. The biggest question was could they get along and work together in the future.
Edward had just arrived a few minutes before carrying only a small book bag of clothes; and had walked up behind Zarrita and stop as he looked at the others in front of him and shook his head as he heard them. He turned to Zarrita sensing that she was a Cerberus, “So they drag you here too Cerberus?”
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Post by _midnight_ on Sept 19, 2008 17:10:05 GMT -5
"Yes, i thought so" the old man said with a forced smile, clencing on his staff. "Glasgow though, the big city, I heard. Seems to be a great place to live though, even though i'd never give up on edinburgh. excluding this invitation, of course!" he had added the last part rather quickly to it, forcing his already forced smile a bit bigger. But then he laughed a because of the next comment, coughing once in the middle of this laugh. "Well, it may be nice indeed, but i'm an old man, youngman. I can barely imagine you having any intrest talking to someone like myself. I have learned from experience that young people like yourself like to avoid older people. It seems as if they no longer respect us you know. In my old days, we weren't so disrespectful though. We talked to our elders, we had respect for them. But then again, it was ..." And so Mizqa turned into a big bunch of text once again, talking about the same things, repeating things. Even when Blythe turned to the dragon to speak to her, he barely noticed and just kept talking to him. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to become one's best friend just because he lived in the same country. And it would make finding a nice feeding even harder too. He step back a bit being overwhelmed at the growing crowd, even though he was use to big crowds because of who his family was. But the fact was he still hated small places. But then again he was amazed at the diversity of the group he had never seen so many Mythics in one spot. He paused for a second seeing another person that had arrived this time though he just smiled at them.
But the sound of moving people had reached his ears and he stopped talking in a sudden moment. His eyes searched for the spot where the sound came from and then he noticed that the main door had opened a bit. He pinched his eyes to tiny lines, not even noticing the new person who had arrived.
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Post by CEPHEUS ! on Sept 29, 2008 21:03:39 GMT -5
E S T E N dancing on the path and singing now you got away
[/right] One of the beauties of being a dragon was an increased awareness of oneself. And so the sensation of having her energy siphoned was not lost on Esten, and she turned her gaze onto the old man, her eyes intense, but then gradually lost their annoyed aspect, replaced by a generally serene look. However, her gaze remained on the old man for a good two minutes more, her body relaxed and still, except for the slight pulsing of her fingers that moved in time to her heart beat. It was a method of measuring how calm she was she had learned; it was subtle, unnoticeable unless one cared to search for it. As it only lasted for a minute at most, she masked it beneath a rhythmic stretching of her fingers, as though they were stiff. Smiling benignly, her multitoned voice mild, she spoke to the old man, "If you'll forgive my being forward, I would appreciate it if I was not treated as a food source." At the mention of food source, her voice dropped some of its lightness, rapidly replaced by an almost feral undertone to it, even as her emotions remained controlled. It was the only indicator of her silent irritation, and even that was quickly swallowed beneath quiet indifference, the calm that descended upon her when she was at work, in her arena. Having spent much of her life walking in circles royal and political, she was skilled in judging her fellow's emotions. However, she found the gryphon surprisingly difficult to read. It was still possible, but it showed that his upbringing had granted him with a grip on his emotions similar to the one she possessed. Her expression remained mild as she studied him for the span of thirty seconds, his words falling on deaf ears as she monitored him. She was no stranger to the animosity between gryphons and dragons, and so was not inclined to trust him readily either. It would not help relations, either, that Esten despised all those who reverted to the form of generalization. She found it, not only immature, but irritating and foolhardy. To alienate potential allies in such a way was stupid, would cost more dearly than many realize. It was a lesson that many had had to learn, and she had often been the teacher. This gryphon would not be the first creature she had left alone, her racial pride and outrage at being discriminated against overriding any slim chance of her providing aid. Esten's eyes flashed to the man once more, one narrowing slightly and the other's eyebrow raising fractionally at his ramblings. Perhaps it was simply her instincts speaking falsely, but she somehow found the mythic's antics too annoying to be true. Something about his inexperience--as demonstrated by his choice to feed off of her emotions--made her doubt he was much older than her, if he was at all. Or perhaps his time among humans had changed him for the worse; it was why, after her first ten years, she had isolated herself from that race. She chose not to answer him, preferring rather to regard him silently, allowing her expression to do the speaking for her. In this case, there were not many words, merely a calculating look, with a slight shadow of her brow as though she was contemplating something unpleasant. Esten's head cocked in the direction of Nathaniel, signalling that she had registered what he had said, but her eyes remained on the old man for a moment more before she turned to him with a slight smile on her face. "That is what I said, yes," she said dryly, what in other company would have been accompanied by a scathing tone and raised eyebrow, she rather combined it with a mild inflection and slight smile. "My name is Esten Sienna, countess in the court of eastern dragons." Her voice had taken on an almost robotic monotone when she spoke, and her smile became apologetic. "I apologize, court manners." The way she spoke left her sentence open to additions, but she seemed to think better of it, her eyes flicking to the djinn, her expression once more becoming calculating, although this was in a different light. This time, she was measuring the potential threat of this creature, not of its use. She doubted it would be easily manipulated, and so made note to learn more about it before she delved into that game. Her expression relaxed into an easy smile a fraction of a moment later. "I suppose that is true," she said. The sinister inflection to the laugh did not go unnoticed by Esten, but she did not comment on it, assuming it to be mere puffery. She had no doubt that the djinn was powerful, but she also knew that internal fighting was both foolish and forbidden. "That would depend on how you would define cynicism," she continued, tilting her head to the side. "If you'd like, I can treat you to the array that has been building up, but I fear it might be in poor form to do so without invitation."[blech, forgive the crappiness, por favor. >.<] [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by earlyrose on Oct 1, 2008 11:49:21 GMT -5
Nathaniel nodded with a smile at Esten. She cut an intimidating figure but he sensed she wanted to be here as much as he did; but for her duty seemed to come before pleasure. He was amused by the thought of that: she didn't look like a person who had much pleasure at all, she was stiff and her eyes were full of calculating intelligence. He wondered how old she was, but he did not know much about dragon's lifespans. But it was obvious she was much older than he, and far, far, younger than Gyrwn. But then Gyrwn was older than anyone. "I am Nathaniel Fitchberg, an elthomancer. I don't have any titles to go with that I'm afraid," he laughed dryly, before indicating Gyrwn, "and my companion is the mysterious Gyrwn, a kind of djinn."
Gyrwn gave her tense flicker of one corner of the mouth smile, "My dear, fire away. I am dying with boredom here. Just look at my companions... hardly what one would describe enthralling." she said, raising an eyebrow over at the irritating wraith and the arrogant gryphon and the nervous, yet proud Nathaniel by her side. Nathaniel sighed at her comment, giving an apologetic smile to the dragon at Gyrwn's manner. Suddenly Gyrwn frowned. "What's that noise?" she thought aloud, turning to see the crack of the opening door. "At last, some action; I was beginning to think we'd camp the night out here," she drawled, turning back to the dragon with no obvious view to investigating the opening door.
Nathaniel tapped her. "Should we not enter?" he frowned confusedly. She patted his head with a, this time high and patronising, laugh. "Dear master, we shall wait until instructed to do so,"
He hid his embarrasment in being treated so and rolled his eyes, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "I was purely wondering, you needed only to answer the question, not act like my teacher. Don't act like it again, please. It's hard enough fitting in here with everyone thinking, oh, he's only human, and worse with you treating me like a small child along with the others." Gyrwn looked at him pityingly. "Nathan, to me, you are a small child. Infinately inexperienced. Extremely uneducated. Do you see?" He glared back. "But you know I'm clever. Treat me however you like on your own, but here, treat me as an equal." Gyrwn opened her mouth to protest but relented when fixed by a cold glare from Nathaniel, "Oh, alright, Natty." "Nathaniel." "Yes, Nathaniel." she grinned. He smiled a little and they turned back to the Esten and the others.
((I worked out how to do the special text thingy! ...On the way my whole post was scrolling across, changing postion alot and other various stunts. lol.))
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Oct 27, 2008 12:19:50 GMT -5
Blythe went absolutely silent and looked downcast for a moment before looking back up at the group of students that had gathered especially at the dragon. He hated dragons ever since he was a young fledgeling because of what they did to his mother and his older brother of the clutch. He had watched them be murdered helplessly.
He looked up to the dragon and glared for a moment, before he desided to speak. "Listen I know you do not like me and I do not like you Dragon. So lets just stay out of each others way and we will be fine alright?" With that he turned around and faced the door as it opened.
A few seconds after the door opened a pegeaus in their half form wearing a blue sports coat and tan pants stepped foward. "It is nice to see you all here, may I be the first to welcome you to The Rodran School. I asssure you any question that you have will be answer shortly, but first go to to the table behind me and find your dorm assignments; on them will be a room number and your room mate. There will no exceptions; no one will have a room of their own. The boys dorm is to your left and girls to the right. Now please go find your name and go to your room put on your school uniform and report back to the table asap."
Blythe sighed as he walked in and picked up the card with his name on it and saw the name of his room mate named Edward. "That guy is so bossy....didn't even tell us his name." He turned and headed in the direction of the boy's dorm and his room.
((OOC: Sorry for the lateness of my post and if this post is badly put together, I'm under the weater currently and my muse is not with me.))
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 3, 2008 15:05:06 GMT -5
((Don't worry about lateness, no-one's in a hurry. Just a question before I post: Can we pick our roomates, or is it up to you?))
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Nov 3, 2008 23:33:12 GMT -5
(you can pick them)
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 7, 2008 14:53:05 GMT -5
((Cool! I'm going to include speaking colours now, just to be clear wether Zekeal or Gyrwn are speaking.))
Nathaniel bit his lip nervously, hesatatiting, and approached the table. The Gryphon had been a little harsh, to say the least; Nathaniel wondered what caused him to have such a prejudice. Maybe a relative had fought them or something. Or maybe just an his court upbringing had led him to a stereotypical hatred of the dragonic race. Who knows?
Gyrwn, to assure anybody who was wondering, transformed into a cat and sprung gracefully into Nathaniel's arms, and stalked onto his shoulder, to prove the point she would not need a room of herself. She was, unfortunatly, accompanying this lowly human. Or so it seemed to her. To Nathaniel it showed him she'd stopped proving the point that it was not right for her to be subserveant to him and she was so more superior. It relaxed him a little; a cat cannot give such effective sarcasm or patronization to him than a tall authorative woman. But it wasn't much. She'd still find a way.
The man at the desk looked Nathaniel up and down. "Name?" he asked, almost boredly. "Um, Nathaniel Fitchberg." he muttered. The man handed over the slip. The cat examined it, over his shoulder, and yawned dismissively. "That cranky old wraith?" she muttered into Nathaniel's ear. Nathaniel smiled awkwardly at the man and lifted his bags to carry them to Room 3. "Don't be so offensive. I've got to live with these people, I can't just turn into a lion and roar at them. Wether you want that or not. It was you that wanted to come." She eyed him with her strange eyes again, irritably. "Don't lay the blame on me. I just commented it may be better than yout situation back home. Of course, that's just me. And it could have gone either way. And anyway, I'm a different being to you. Just because they don't like me, doesn't mean they don't like you. End of argument. Can you dismiss me now? I want some peace from your perpetual moanings and whinging." she yawned lethargically again. Nathaniel groaned and muttered the words of dismissal, and waved his left hand, that wasn't lugging the bags, in the air to make the symbols. It was clumsily done, but good enough. The cat turned into a wisp of air and spiralled into the atmosphere. Or so it seemed. Specifically she slipped through a tiny portal the size of a pin prick and re-entered her own natural world.
Nathaniel continued up the stairs tiredly. He'd travelled all day; getting up early that morning, and now the ransom had to be paid. He stifled a yawn (Gyrwn's habit was following on) and hoped Room 3 wasn't up too many more stairs.
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Post by earlyrose on Apr 25, 2009 7:06:21 GMT -5
((Has this rp officially died then? Or can we revive it? I liked it...))
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