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Post by Damien on Dec 10, 2006 2:45:04 GMT -5
It was quite late in the evening, Rory was darting around the corridor and generally making a nuisance of himself to the castle’s cleaning staff. He knocked over another linen-carrying servant, and muttered his apology before realizing that the loose end of his ribbon had slapped someone in the face. Then he started running again.
He barged into the training grounds, and immediately spotted his target.
“Mithieeeeel!”
Narrowly dodging a reflex slash, he clung to her waist like a parasite and looked at her with the eyes of one who knows he’s getting into trouble, and enjoying every minute of it.
“Can you help me?”
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 12, 2006 5:08:33 GMT -5
Her skin crawled at the call of her name, and insticntively, her hand swung backward, only to find a boy dodging it and afterh that, clinging to her waist. Looking down, Mithiel gave a resigned sigh and rolling her klime green eyes, she looked down. "What isit?" Mitheil asked in an irritated tone, looking down at her young apprentice.
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Post by Damien on Dec 12, 2006 15:52:28 GMT -5
Rory quickly released his grip on her waist, and scooted to the edge of her personal bubble.
“Tonight is Solen’s special night, when you really aren’t supposed to go into his room on pain of something worse than death, he says. I really want to know what he does and maybe if I go in with you he might not shred me with a cheese grater, toss me into a scorpion pit or abandon me in a cave full of blood-sucking bats, like he’s threatened to do on several occasions. So can we please go?”
He stopped to breathe, and then added, “Please?”
((BTW, it's six hours ahead here. The clock in my room is set wrong.))
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 13, 2006 8:21:06 GMT -5
Grabbing his wrist, Mithiel dragged him over to a boulder and forcefully pushed him to sit down, before turning her lime green eye on Rory sternly. "What have I taught you baout being nosy? Its hazardouc you know Rory!" she chided, leaning against a wodden pillar, she crossed her arms at him. "Why do you want to know anyway? I'm sure Solen has his reasons."
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Post by Damien on Dec 13, 2006 15:12:48 GMT -5
Rory shrugged. “Tomorrow he’ll have a floaty black silhouette thing dragging behind him, and I wanna know where it comes from. And also,” his voice reduced to a whisper, “Maru says he buys drugs.” He spoke normally again, “So it’s for his own good, too!”
He gave Mithiel the most pathetic kicked-puppy look he could muster.
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 13, 2006 23:48:24 GMT -5
"Isn't he supposed to be yours and Maru's friend? How can you say such things about him?" Mitheil asked, her brows raised again as she sheathed her sword and swept her fringe back. Giving a resigned sigh, she pushed off the pillar and cast a disdainful look at Rory. "C'mon... Lead the way." she said, tapping her feet impatiently.
A note to the both of you from Vardy: All RP posts must be at least 75-100 words. 100 is preferred.  Happy RP-ing. |
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Post by Damien on Dec 14, 2006 1:44:51 GMT -5
"I wasn't the one who thought it, but Maru said that a fellow soldier saw the records, and it involved poppy.” Rory shrugged and darted back into the castle, bouncing down the stairs two at a time as Mithiel followed. He stopped short about a meter away from Solen’s (completely unmarked) door.
He pushed it open and immediately shut it behind him as soon as Mithiel entered. There was an odd scent wafting around, and his vision turned hazy. Within seconds, he was out cold.
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 14, 2006 2:47:19 GMT -5
"What is this place Rory?" Mithiel asked curiously, a weird scent wafting around as the door closed behind her, the thick smoke flaoting. "Rory, lets get out." she said, tugging at his, she made for the door, but she didn't even go for one step, when Rory slumped to the floor, out cold. "Rory! I told you not to come in here..." Mithiel mutterd, she kneeled beside the boy and shook him violently, breathing in deeply as she sifted through the spells in her mind, when her mind suddenly turned blur, her head spinned as the energy left her body, she slowly slumped to the floor, her midnight black hair swept the floor, and darkness engulfed her as she collapsed.
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Post by Damien on Dec 14, 2006 4:09:43 GMT -5
Rory regained consciousness and realized that he was spread-eagled in a black place, with black swirls going past and everything. He could see no color except blacks and grays, until he rolled over looked under him. There were what appeared to be vaguely humanoid figures underneath where he stood, and after a bit of squinting he decided that the figures were of Solen, himself and Mithiel. He was rudely shaken out of his blob-observing by a well-placed kick upside the head. He looked up only to see a very irate Solen, red eyes glowing and the mark on his forehead nowhere to be seen. “Stand.” Rory snapped to attention and, with a lot of difficulty, stood up. And then he dropped on his backside again. Solen sighed and snapped his fingers, and a few black swirls picked Rory up, and left him in a standing position. One of them even dusted his black robes. How’d I get these clothes? And then he realized he’d said that out loud. “Did I not tell you to never, ever go into my room on the thirteenth of every month? Your soul is now in grave danger, and it seems as though you’ve taken lady Mithiel with you.” Solen glared. Rory tried to speak, but no sound came out. If he was anyone else, Solen would have rolled his eyes. But he wasn’t, so all he said was “Think, don’t talk.”  |
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 14, 2006 5:24:11 GMT -5
Snapping her eyes open, her muscles were strained but she pushed herself off the floor, to find Rory, and a very mad-looking Solen. Running a hair through her long ponytail, she got to her feet, and dusted her now black dress, swinging the black cloak now draped around her shoulders with a hood, before turning her lime green eyes to face Solen. She was discontented, but not alienated by the black swirls, but before talking to Solen, she pulled her dagger out, and with the hardened hilt, whacked him lightly, but harsh enenough to develope a well bruise by tomorrow, hissing to him. "You irate child!" under her breathe, rage imminent in her eyes before turning back to Solen again.
"I should've known better then to listen to Rory. Knowing you, I should've guessed you would be in the spirit plane today." she said huffily, casting her eyes around the place. She had known about this place through her younger days in the castle's library.
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Post by Damien on Dec 14, 2006 5:41:36 GMT -5
Rory rubbed the bump on his head, which he could feel but for some reason didn’t hurt.
“Don’t bother; you can’t feel physical pain here. However, mental pain could be crippling.” There was no more anger in his gaze as he looked them over, and then turned to face the darkness. “Don’t try magic, either. The rules of the spirit world and the plane of the living are too different. Willpower is the only weapon you have, unless you call a contract.”
Rory had stopped listening by the fourth syllable, and was busy imagining black goldfishes. A two-inch goldfish appeared out of nowhere and flopped around on the invisible ground. Solen stepped on it.
((Can you change the color of Mithiel’s dress? It’s supposed to be black, since the only colors are from their eyes and under the floor.))
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 14, 2006 5:54:32 GMT -5
"So... what exactly are we supposed to do here Solen? Care to delve deeper? I only brushed the surfcae of the spirit plane on my reading escapades sometimes." Mithiel asked, as she reached out in the air to feel the black blobs, only to have it slither away from her grip. "And I'm througly confused by these blobs." she continued, swiping an irritated hand at another weird affectionate blob, who had a dog-like tongue.
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Post by Damien on Dec 14, 2006 6:08:12 GMT -5
“The blobs are like souls, except of weak, dead and usually non-human creatures. The swirls are plants.” He stepped on yet another goldfish. “I’m trying to find someone . . .” he stopped and gazed into the darkness, and a moment later a translucent figure had pulled away the curtain of black. A similarly translucent, very large ghostly dragon lumbered in after the figure.
Solen’s eyes narrowed. “An ex-rider. What do you want, aside from getting someone to kill the king?”
Rory could practically feel the disdain radiating off Solen, and immediately decided that Dead Riders Are Scum. He tried to put his hand on a very big dragon claw, and it passed right through. The dragon hissed at him. He modified his previous train of thought to include dead dragons in the ‘scum’ department.
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 14, 2006 7:15:58 GMT -5
Mithiel let out a huff of hatred at the emanating shadow of an ex-Rider, and the dragon. They seemed somewhat familiar to her, but she couldn't place her finger. 'Like I've read him somewhere from the books...' she thought, her fingers going to grip her sword hilt as she eyed Solen. "Who exactly are you looking for?" she asked, curious to what the Empire's accountant would want in the spirit plane.
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Post by Damien on Dec 14, 2006 15:18:34 GMT -5
Solen’s face held the faintest trace of a grimace. “I’m looking for the spirit with first dibs on my body. It’s something they do for fun. Whenever a spirit user gets powerful enough, the have a kind of auction, and the winner will be the one summoned in case said user needs an extra-powerful spirit, and the summoner will be devoured at the end.”
He turned to look at Rory, who was doing a jig right through the dragon’s left foot and back again. The dragon snapped at him and made crunching motions. Rory flipped it off. The dragon tried to eat him, with absolutely no effect. Solen made a horizontal slicing motion with his hand, and Rory obediently moved to stand beside him.
Solen turned back to face Mithiel. “I have a bad feeling about mine, and if I’m right there is . . . something that has to be done.” All the while the rider was trying to catch their attention, with Solen deriving great pleasure in completely ignoring him. Suffice to say, the rider was not amused.
((Rider and dragon are NPCs, so control them however you will . . . they are proud lil’ buggers, though.))
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 14, 2006 21:00:46 GMT -5
"Well.... Since I'm here, I guess the most I can do is help you." at this, Mithiel shot a glare at Rory, "Thanks to this young child here anyway." she hissed, not menacingly, but still angrily at him. She could've been fleeing over the grasslands, running like the wind with Daros right now if not for being stuck here. "How long will I have to be here anyway?" she asked again, turning to look at the snarling dragon, eyeing with a ghostly eye at Rory, its gleaming mist of fangs showing. The ethereal Rider wasn't even trying to calm his Rider, but sheathing a sword at Rory, as if not knowing the sword would pass right through the boy's gut without even harming him.
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Post by Damien on Dec 15, 2006 1:42:43 GMT -5
“The incense will run out in the morning, which is when we would automatically exit.” He ignored the extremely pissed rider, and glided towards a twinkling black dot in the distance. Rory followed, all the while making offensive gestures at the rider and dragon.
The rider was not amused. Granted, not many people would be if you had insinuated that they made out with their parents. By the time Rory finished miming ‘inbred a**hole’, the frustrated rider (who’s pearly cheeks had gone pink with fury) was attempting and failing to stab multiple holes through Rory.
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 15, 2006 8:20:37 GMT -5
((Damien, be my guest too start the fighting thingy if you want. I have no clue. And Mods, sorry for the OOC only post, but I have no idea what to reply.  . I'll edit it later when my minor writer's block has left)) |
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Post by Damien on Dec 15, 2006 13:51:12 GMT -5
((Gah, sorry.))
There was a sudden roar that shook the earth, and a strong wind blasted them right through a rip in the inky blackness. When Solen opened his eyes again, they were standing on a cliff surrounded by even more rocky outcroppings, facing the (now solid) dragon and its rider.
‘In my life, I have never been so insulted. Be prepared to die, insolent children.’ He drew his sword and pointed it at the trio. ‘Anytime you are ready.’
Solen looked worried. “Rory, Mithiel. If you die here, you die for real. The rules of both the real and spirit world applies, so he can be injured physically as well as mentally.” Solen did a downward slice with his hand, and Rory immediately went into battle position. Solen cast several spells, both to protect them from magic and to greatly enhance their strength, agility and reflexes. Rory cast fire on his blade.
“Give me your name, so I can put it on your grave later.” Rory challenged.
The rider snorted. ‘I am the elf Ilvaan and this is Carthril the Orange.’ The giant orange dragon bared its wings and fangs. ‘Your names are of no interest to me.’
Rory gave his blade an experimental swing, and drew burning lines in the air. “That’s fine with me. After all, it is your grave we’re digging.”
He moved in, aiming for the dragon. Mithiel, I’ll keep the dragon busy. Go after the elf!
((The colours are back to normal now.))
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Post by Mithiel on Dec 15, 2006 20:21:51 GMT -5
Ditto. Be careful Mithiel replied, before drawing her blade out, testing her wrists and hands, she sneered at the over-confident Rider. "We'll see about that shall we? And besides, I don't see how a dead person can beat the highest ranking assasin in the Empire." Mithiel teased mockingly, but didn't strike out with her sword. Instead, in one scrry of movement, she twisted her left arm to her belt and shot out someting silver and sharp, a poisoned dagger, aiming straight or the heart.
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Happy RP-ing. 
. I'll edit it later when my minor writer's block has left))
