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Post by mendacii on Jun 3, 2007 18:42:37 GMT -5
I had just wanted to go back. To see where I was born once more. To remind myself of what I was doing this for. I had always been taught that other magic users were misguided or arrogant. That my family's powers belonged only to those responsible enough to use them. And now my Tío's last wishes... are that I submit myself to them. To the 'academy'. But there is nothing here for me. The Diez Family monastery is no more. It's a hotel now, for Los Touristas, at least according to the old man I asked. That leaves me with nothing here.
Ramiro's quiet steps halted in a small alley. Traveling back to spain had not been a challenge for him, his Tío had even left him a plane ticket. As if he had wanted Ramiro to see that time changed everything. The letter he had left also contained vague instructions on how to get to the "Academy" Ramiro's lips pressed into a frown as he folded his arms and looked to the sky. Even the name sounded repressive to him, but if it was what he had been asked to do...
Unfolding the letter once more, Ramiro's eyes swept over the flowing text and a small sigh escaped him. One hand rose to push a stray curl of dark hair from his almond face as the other tucked the letter away. He wasn't particularly fond of the spell he was about to use, but it seemed the only way to reach his destination. Glancing around to ensure no one could see him, the young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath... And suddenly, three glowing glyphs appeared, floating in a circular motion around his waist. Another three appeared, pulsing with a magical energy, and the first set brightened. Ramiro's brown eyes opened, not focused on the strange glyphs, but off into the distance. Two more sets of glyphs sprung into existence, each brightening the aura around him. Time shifted ever so slightly...
And Ramiro found himself somewhere completely different. His mind registered the soft grey drizzle, the bustling city... And then the fact that he had shifted to the right place, but some five meters too high.
"Madre de dios..."
Gravity took hold, and Ramiro Diez plummeted towards the ground.
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Post by Chephros on Jun 3, 2007 18:56:51 GMT -5
Chephros walked through the city. He had never been here before, which was a problem, but he had to so he could constitute being everywhere in the 'Academy'. Technically, yes, he had been in Babylos before, but that was to find the Blood Society Embassy, not to go around and figure out what the heck there was to do. So now, on a rainy day none the less, he was walking around the city doing whatever he could. He didn't mind the falling water, it didn't really affect him. His black clothes hung loosely still, only minorly soaked by the falling rain. The metal plates stopped most of it from absorbing.
His left arm was dragging down to the ground, the wrist blade simply on his arm and left there. It wasn't touching the ground, as he held his arm curved to avoid that, and he wasn't going to let it cut in. Having to do some work or whatever as punishment probably wouldn't be that great, despite that he doubted it would happen. He would rather not have any chinks in how people saw him so he could let them know who he was instead of them knowing beforehand. Of course, he wasn't counting on the sky spiting him today.
So when the ground in front of him randomly got darker than it should have, he blinked, looked up, and was nearly blinded as water slammed into his eyes. He looked down quickly but then was slammed to the ground hard as a heavy mass, identifiably a human being, was on top of him. He lay sprawled on the ground in spread eagle. He growled slightly in his throat then forced his knees up, as well as his arms, and slowly lifted the mass off of him. When he got a steady hold on the ground he would rapidly push up to get the person off him and tilt to the right to fling him that way. Then he would grab out to catch hold of some clothes with his right arm. He would aim for the back, grab part of the person's shirt, rip him back towards the demon, then stop him when he they were 1 foot apart and facing each other.
"Why did you fall on me?"
((If anyone asks, there was permission granted to do that.))
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Post by mendacii on Jun 3, 2007 20:22:01 GMT -5
((Yup, permission granted))
"This is going to hurt..."
Well, it did hurt. But instead of the unyielding ground that he expected, a much softer form broke his fall. Softer being relative. The fact that he hadn't broken his legs yet had only just registered when suddenly he found his entire body being shifted. Whoever he had landed was surprisingly uninjured and moving...
...Surprisingly. After being tossed around like a rag doll, the confused and disoriented spaniard found himself face to face with a snarling... person? Ramiro wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at, fearsome blades decorated the person's arms, and a spiked tail arched strongly from behind it. But the face was human enough, and very angry. The only thing that was different in the face was the strange eyes, they were the color of frosted jade...
The rain matted Ramiro's hair, dripping into his face as he decided exactly how to deal with this creature. Still more than a little shaken, the first thing that came to him was a small smile. This really wasn't his sort of thing, but even now, Ramiro was thinking on what he knew of magic, and what might happen next. After imagining a few very unpleasant scenarios, he decided that the best course of action would be to avoid a fight...
"Why did you fall on me?"
The other... creature spoke, and Ramiro's eyes caught a glimpse of folded wings on the creatures back. Definitely not human, though he sounded it. Pulling his words together as best he could, Ramiro tried to ignore the hand around his throat, raising his chin slightly. "Hola... I am Ramiro Diez. And I did not mean to fall on you. I am very sorry" Even in his best english, the 'r's still rolled and the 's's still had a faint slurred sound to them.
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Post by Chephros on Jun 3, 2007 20:50:56 GMT -5
((Again, permission >>))
"Hola," Chephros thought 'Hello...but in some odd language. Ahh well, name of it isn't important.' Being a demon, and thus naturally multilingual for some..odd..reason, helped. "... I am Ramiro Diez. And I did not mean to fall on you. I am very sorry"
Chephros was now fully focused on this...odd person, who had fallen on top of him from the middle of nowhere. He hadn't even answered the question either. He had asked why. Saying you didn't mean to wasn't really an answer. However, he did know it wasn't as specific a question as it could have been. Still, he wasn't too happy right now and thus not thinking straight. So instead he snarled slightly.
"Yes, I bet you are."
Following the statement a knee would come up and slam forward, aiming for the stomach. The slam would connect and thus the boy would likely tilt forward, both from the force and from the lack of air. It would allow his body to go with the blow and lower the overall impact. Thus, when the move was expected, Cheph's right shoulder shifted forward to come under and drive the boy's lower jaw, up.
"Now, I want to know. What exactly drove you to fall on me? How in the world did you get to be several feet up in the sky and dropping on my spine?"
There we go. He finally spoke his true mind. Even so, he was still a bit angry. He had just acted like a pillow! He should spike the guy's heart out, but hey, he wasn't really that evil. Or at least in that instance he wasn't feeling like it. So instead he was beating on the guy and interrogating him. While the question went through, Chephros noticed a few things. The guy had a slight tan, he had black hair, and obviously from the eye to eye talking, he had brown eyes. Pretty much the cosmetic things. He was also polite, but that didn't score him and points with the demon.
((Yes, with permission, it helps when your friends with the RPer.))
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Post by mendacii on Jun 3, 2007 23:10:02 GMT -5
Brute. Ramiro's eyes narrowed slightly as the other spoke again, voice harsh and grating. And then they snapped open in shock at the pain. The damp black jesuits cassock was no protection from Chepheros' knee, and all his life, Ramiro had never been well aquatinted with pain. Living alone with one's uncle while studying magic served him little here. Doubling over in pain, Ramiro was in no state to see the demon's second attack and his face went numb as the shoulder slammed forceful into it. Sprawling sideways, his black robed figure fell onto the wet ground.
The gritty surface of the street was the first thing that Ramiro could focus on. The sick feeling in his stomach and the throbbing sensation on his face soon followed. As the shock continued to wear off, the young man realized the absurdity of the situation. He was now on a floating island in the sky, and had just been beaten of by some sort of... demon. None of that helped his situation however. Racing thoughts spun around inside his head as he painfully shifted to his hands and knees. If this character wouldn't listen to reason then Ramiro would take other actions, but fighting someone so violent did not appeal to the already beaten magician.
"Gravity is what drove me to... "
Not a polite answer, but Ramiro's pride would not allow him to say otherwise. Wasn't it obvious that if he were above someone that gravity would pull him down? Continuing in his gentle spanish accent, he raised his eyes to the brute who had struck him.
"And I said that I did not mean to fall on you. I made a miscalculation.
Sitting back, Ramiro raised one sleeve of his cassock to wipe the rainwater from his face. His entire posture was of disdain for the creature that had done this to him, but his facial expression was one of forced politeness. It was something that would have made him smile if he had thought about it. A priest, staring up at a demonic looking creature as if he meant to be sitting on the grimy street in the rain. When he spoke again, his tone was self assured. If need be, he could deal with this creature. He was Ramiro Diez, and not a weakling.
"I meant to go to the Academy. If you could give me directions, I would be most grateful."
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Post by Chephros on Jun 4, 2007 0:03:06 GMT -5
Gravity? The kid's answer was Gravity? That explained why he fell, but not why he was in the air above Chephros. A miscalculation though? That was a partial answer. However, the first line and the second, as well as the posture...everything was wrong. The kid looked like he wanted to smack the demon, but then his face was a passive polite guy. Both were bad moves. Except...it oddly confused him. Why would someone be doing this? Then the last line came out.
"I meant to go to the Academy. If you could give me directions, I would be most grateful."
The Academy. This kid wanted to be a student. Now either he could fly and he somehow found this place, or he teleported in. Either way he knew where this place was. That struck a new chord in Cheph. Wasn't this place supposed to be hidden? If it was, this kid had good directions. It didn't bug him though. Let the teachers worry when they found out.
"Hah. A student out of you? You can fly pretty well, you might make it."
Rapidly his left hand snapped up, arm aligning with it and his blade came forward. It slipped against Ramiro's cheek and pressed in slightly, creating a thing cut. His hand also charged with Chaos from his magical bloodline, creating a purple shadowy fog to envelope his hand, mirroring that which covered his tail. Ahh yes, his tail. His tail swept around lazily, but on the edge of it was a purple/black shadowy fog that covered a soul gem.
That gem could kill anyone if it even touched a paper cut, using the blood flow to sap a soul. However, gems are often incredibly fragile, thus used with care. The fog covering the crystal somehow covered the crystal and absorbed magic. He felt what hit it, but it didn't damage the object inside. It was odd really. The only two things that could remove that fog covering the gem, so far at least, was more fog, which negated it, or a Death Lily.
And this became a problem now. On his right two people were running down the street. So wrapped up in his little escaped was the demon that he didn't notice them. Well, that was until they passed behind him. The second of the two slammed a leg into his tail and stumbled, but ran after his buddy. However, the force wasn't without consequence. Not really paying attention to it, as he normally let it lazily hang about behind him, it flew to his left and hooked around. His leg shifted forward and the blade moved back slightly, only increasing the cut in length by half a centimeter, and then moved out as he kept his arm from cleaving the guy's face by removing it from his face.
Then his tail arced in. Having his hand near the guy's face fog met fog, meaning crystal. His crystal appeared, white with a small tint of pale blue. Normally he would have stopped it, but he almost seemed to be moving it forward on his own, despite the fact that he was consciously numb and not doing anything. It connected with the cut and then an odd little thing happened. Well, in effect it wasn't little. It was rather big. White wisps of...whatever, started flowing towards the gem from where it connected, but then..halted half way through as if held by invisible hands inside Ramiro.
Then of course it stopped. He felt the soul, or...some odd thing, connected to his soul gem and his hand instantly stopped. Anyone looking around had to be either amazed or extremely concerned. Here was a demon beating on this guy who came from nowhere, cut his face a bit, then...did something to him. He didn't really know what. The guy didn't die, but...his soul had been removed...hadn't it? Then of course he felt a third blood line. Not his, no, definitely not his, but it was magic. He also felt a sharp pain in his chest and some numbness in his jaw. His eyes sharpened on the guy. What the hell had just happened?
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Post by mendacii on Jun 5, 2007 12:47:00 GMT -5
"Hah. A student out of you? You can fly pretty well, you might make it."
Definitely a brute. The creature's voice had an unpleasant tone as he spoke, and his eyes hinted at a sadistic sort of enjoyment out of all this. Ramiro tensed slightly as the other raised his hand, the blade coming dangerously near his face. He barely felt the cut once the blade touched his cheek, but his eyes narrowed sharply. This was too far. He had been nothing but polite, and this, this, demon was being nothing but a brute.
Behind his narrowed eyes, Ramiro slowly reached out with magic, feeling tentatively through all the thousands of threads around him until he found the right one. This had always been easy for him, identifying which threads belonged to which object. And if this character had been surprised at his ability to teleport, then his adversary definitely wouldn't expect this...
Ramiro really didn't expect "this" either. This was a city afterall, even if no one had bothered to help the young magician. One couldn't really blame them, considering the demonic looking creature threatening Ramiro... But it was a pair of children that were the most help to him. Or so he thought. The two boys were laughing as they ran, frolicking around in the rain without a care in the world. The demon and his victim didn't matter to them, and one of the boys ran into Ramiro's foe, causing him to lose his balance. Although unsure of exactly what happened next, Ramiro did see a glowing crystal coming towards him, one which felt... wrong. His cheek flared with pain, but Ramiro was much more concerned with the crystal. Not even knowing where it came from or what it was, he tugged hard on Chepheros' time, stretching it for just a few seconds... Which apparently didn't apply to this crystal, which continued towards him.
An aura of cold seemed to surround it, Ramiro's cheek felt chilled as the menacing shard came closer and closer. When it made contact with the cut in his cheek, Ramiro felt as if a bus had suddenly slammed into him, sending him flying towards the crystal... into it... Threads of magical light surrounded him, wrapping around him and drawing him closer to the crystal. And then, everything went black. Everything except the menacing gem and himself. A falling sensation overwhelmed Ramiro, and he fought back a scream. Losing his head would only result in something bad. Something very bad. Reaching out again to the only things he could see or feel, Ramiro grasped all the time around him, as far as he could reach. At first it seemed to have no effect and the young man slowly fell towards the soul gem, but as he grabbed more and more threads and pulled harder, his descent slowed... Not enough. A violent shudder ran through Ramiro as something sharp and spikey ran through his heart. The black faded away and Ramiro was left gasping, still staring up at the demon. An intense hatred filled him for the pathetic creature in his grasp, for all of its.. wait! No. No! Ramiro WAS that creature.
It only dimly registered to the young mage that all around them, that time had slowed to a crawl. He had just spent a large amount of energy, trying to stay away from that crystal. The rain slowed down as it neared them, and about ten feet overhead, had nearly stopped moving. The two children were frozen in their gambols not five feet away, and even the rain in the air hung suspended, clear grey orbs, motionless. The anger in his chest still throbbing, Ramiro drew a sharp breath as he realized several things. Not only was his attacker not frozen, and the pain in his cheek and stomach had sharply subsided, but... Ramiro knew he was a powerful caster. His uncle had never been able to do the things he had. But now, he could feel a different kind of energy at his fingertips. The smooth, flowing magic of his own, but also a burning, grating magic... Which emanated from the demon towering over him.
"Ai, Dios..."
What had this creature done?
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Post by Chephros on Jun 5, 2007 19:45:22 GMT -5
Time had frozen. Magic it seemed, and then Chephros pretty much shared Ramiro's feeling of the magic, only differently. To him, he had his chaotic and demonic magic flowing through his second bloodline. His third and new one though. That one was interesting. It was smooth. Smooth and orderly. It reminded him of the wind and clouds for some reason, his rough undefined magic pushed along by that which had no form but was calming, cooling, and nice. In the sense of the word nice, he almost laughed though and thus held it in. The small burst of joy however drown in the rising anger. What exactly just happened? His mind seemed to be mixing up who he was with who this person was...but how exactly did he know who this person was?!
'Well..he did tell me his name...but I shouldn't know how he feels!' The siphoned pain in the stomach and jaw, albeit he didn't know he had taken it from Ramiro, told him he was sharing a feeling now. That wasn't good. The magical hold on reality...that was rather odd as well. Even if it was only a 20 foot area around them that was paused. However, shortly after noticing the pause in time, Chephros felt an odd drain from his body. Normally it was the void in his second bloodline caused by him using his own magic. It was like losing physical energy, but only in a small way. It did cause him to become slightly fatigued, but only for that instance. However he didn't remember casting anything in the immediate time frame. charging his hand only made the aura manifest, it wasn't an actual expulsion of power.
"Hmm..."
His feeling of positive blank was reflected in a way. Ramiro also had no idea what had happened between the two. There was definitely something involved with the gem, as it was flaring internally at this point, but that was an odd thing in itself. The fog on his tail was gone for now, gone while the gem did whatever it was doing.
"What exactly did you just do?"
There was something about the time stop. Something about how this magic was done that had affected the crystal. Unknown to the demon the alternate possibility that was chosen was an odd sort of...well, link. Instead of a pure soul capture like normal there was the odd chance of it going slightly wrong and twisting the two souls. Had it ever happened before? No one knew. Would it happen again? Who could tell? What did matter was that it had happened, but the Demon didn't know that. All he knew was that time was stopped, and that got him angry. The fact that time itself was now in complete halt, except for the two here, and that he knew his own Chaos was somehow involved....that bothered him. Greatly.
"What magic did you use?" His voice was rough and threatening...although he couldn't help but wonder if this was actually that bad.
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Post by mendacii on Jun 6, 2007 12:15:30 GMT -5
The telltale signs of weakness hit Ramiro all at once. His shoulders slumped slightly, his breath became as short as if he had just run a mile, and his olive hued face became a shade lighter. The spells on all the surrounding threads were starting to loosen, very soon now they would fail alltogether, and the rain that had slowed in a strange bubble above them would collapse all at once. Fighting off the dark energy of the crystal had taken a majority of Ramiro's energy, and now, as his Tío had always said, there was a price to pay for pushing one's self. And Ramiro was definitely feeling that. Pushing aside the weakness, he re-straightened his soulders and his large brown eyes narrowed to mere slits as he focused on trying to understand what had happened.
Inside his chest, the strange sensations that were not his own strengthened and weakened in waves, the confusion he felt was mirrored by another, coarser sort of bewilderment. Ramiro's sharp mind immediately set about sorting the other set of sensations into its own category, while simultaneously attempting to grasp what had happened. The crystal it seemed had a sort of negative energy which absorbed, which drew other energies into it. It seemed to do that by opening a connection with the other energies and then... assimilating them? The next step then would be to understand why there was a link that hadn't drained Ramiro. Perhaps taking all the threads of time had been too much for the crystal? No. It seemed much more likely that by drawing on a non-magical force outside of the connection that he had made himself unnaceptable to the crystal's energies. In part. By drawing on all the threads in the area, Ramiro had been a puffer fish, becoming 'too much' to eat. But having opened the connection to absorb his energy... And him still remaining, the connection still remained. Even if it was no longer a negative, predatory sort of thing. That must be it.
Ramiro's musings were broken by the demon's first questioning, and then much more threatening tone. A small sense of irritation flitted through Ramiro, although he made sure not to show it on his face. This person had a penchant for asking stupid questions. Wasn't it obvious what he had done? Not that most people studied time or its nature, but still. It seemed obvious enough that the rate of time passing in the immediate area had been slowed to almost nothing. But the cut in Ramiro's cheek reminded him of his aggresor's short temper, and a thin smiled curved his lips. He would have to make this short and simple for the other person.
"I prevented your crystal from eating my energy using... A family trick."
There was a moment of hesitation there in his soft voice, as much as Ramiro disliked it. He had been strictly taught for all of his life to never reveal his magic to other people outside the Diez family. Even this was pushing it, but judging from the frosty emerald eyes glaring at him, he had to give some sort of answer. So this answer was, technically, correct and Ramiro felt no guilt over a small mistruth like that. Temporal magic would probably be something this demon wouldn't understand anyways. His own spanish tinted words were firm, but not quite so arrogant as they had been before the... crystal ordeal.
"Y tú? What did you do with that thing"
Ramiro's words were accompanied by a gesture towards the flickering soul crystal. He wasn't sure its use was at all intentional, the two little boys running past hardly could be a part of this character's plan. And while he seemed to be something of a brute, judging by the glimmer in the strange green eyes of his, he wasn't stupid. The young Diez shifted his weight onto his heels so that we was sitting in the standard meditative form and gazed cooly at the demon. While they had offered scant protection from the beating he had just receieved, the robes he wore did have several advantadges. One being that they hid is slender frame, made him look slightly more intimidating, and the other, far more important thing at this time was that they hid the twin pistols rather well. If the creature should resort to violence again, Ramiro didn't want to rely solely on his weakened magics, and he would not stand for another beating.
"Also, what are you called?"
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Post by Chephros on Jun 6, 2007 15:42:46 GMT -5
"Family trick? So you come from a line of time mages. Interesting. Exactly how limited are your powers though...By this sphere it's a few feet to stop. Not exactly a good ability. The soul link probably kept me safe from it's effect."
He just answered the question without meaning to. The thing on his tail, the soul gem/crystal/spike, whatever you wanted to call it based on what it looked like, as it was pretty much a simply spike with some rockish looking outcroppings around it, had effectively linked their souls together, or at least their bodies and their magic, and thus he guessed that because it was a soul gem, it had linked their souls together in some...odd way. The fact that humans could stop it from working properly, the soul gem that was, only increased his hate for them. Why was he given something that didn't even help?! It was pointless!
Then of course, the question for his name interrupted his thoughts. He smirked and gave a mock bow, keeping his head and eyes locked with Ramiro's, his shoulders arching up quite a bit and his arms looking like he was about to tackle someone, arced out almost fully. His wings spread, the fourteen foot wingspan covering the sphere nicely, then they retracted as he stood up and held out his free right hand to pull the kid up.
"Chephros."
He would actually help the guy up then simply look around.
"When exactly will this end?"
The time shell wasn't exactly pleasant. The idea of getting possibly a gallon of water, depending on how heavily it had been raining, dumped on you at once, wasn't really a good idea. His new 'buddy' didn't look to strong and a lot of rain with a lot of cold was an easy sickness. If that transferred over somehow...well, it would be quite a long road to recovery.
"We need to move before this rain soaks you and gets you sick. Life won't be very pleasant if that transfer to me somehow."
He would simply be pissed. Even if he was sick he would move like normal, and probably fight a bit more viciously. Still, it would hurt and that wasn't a fun prospect.
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Post by mendacii on Jun 6, 2007 21:24:38 GMT -5
"Family trick? So you come from a line of time mages. Interesting. Exactly how limited are your powers though...By this sphere it's a few feet to stop. Not exactly a good ability. The soul link probably kept me safe from it's effect."
Soul link? Ramiro thought over the statement for a moment. Apparently the other being had some sort of experience with soul links before... But whatever he did know, it didn't please Ramiro. No one changed that quickly from a brute to being polite and literate with good intent. The anger that pulsed through their link also did nothing to reassure Ramiro. A sort of frustration...
Whatever it was, Ramiro wasn't quite capable of understanding. The feelings weren't even his, and how the pulsed in strength was confusing to someone who had never really experienced emotions of any depth. Even when his entire life had changed, and more recently, when his Tío had died, Ramiro hadn't really had much in the way of feelings to deal with.
Within moments, other things had caught Ramiro's attention. The intimidating wingspan of "Chephros" as he stretched his gargantuan wings was impressive, and the strength that flowed through his body was amazing. Far beyond what Ramiro himself was capable of physically. A sort of strange admiration for this "Chephros" flared in the young priest, despite the strong mistrust of his sudden politeness. The leering smile that touched only the demon's pale lips, and the helping hand that he extended both looked and felt very out of place. But, seeing no immediate threat and judging his own ability to detect any tricks, Ramiro gladly took the hand and stood up.
"Less than a minute. I did not mean to stretch all these threads... But if you mean this..." With a quick touch to his black-clad chest, Ramiro indicated the strange feeling of anger, or the link between them. "...I do not know."
A touch of indignation slipped through Ramiro at the demon's next words, and he recalled the earlier questioning of his strength. Bristling would serve no purpose, but even if he could not compare with Chephros in strength, he was certainly not to be looked down on for his slight figure. A few minutes in the rain certainly would not get him sick. Still, the rapidly weakening spell and the mass of raindrops that had not fallen due to the time lapse did seem a good motivator to move... With a slight bow of his head and the automatic brushing of a damp black lock of hair from his face, Ramiro gave his agreement. He hadn't the slightest idea if a sickness would transfer through a link like this one, but since the demon seemed to know, it probably would.
"If you could give me directions to the Academy...? With very specific directions I could take us there quickly."
But on second thought... Even directions as specific as the ones in his letter had resulted in this entire mishap. And tired as he was from fighting with the tail crystal of Chephros, the chances of him making a mistake were slightly increased. And even the tiniest of mistakes could lead to a person folding into a wall or something else horrific. Straightening and glancing around sharply, Ramiro quickly withdrew his offer.
"Actually, is better if we do not do that."
A sheepish smile accompanied the sodden young man's next words.
"That is how I fell on you"
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Post by Chephros on Jun 14, 2007 1:05:26 GMT -5
"Well, lets see. The outside gate to the Academy is about twenty feet to my right."
Well, roughly twenty feet anyway.
"I just left to explore the city for the first time. You happened to interrupt that very easily."
He would have to look around the place sometime. Right now was still fine, he could actually use his wings to shade both of them. Twisting his the one not covering his buddy here would probably hurt a bit, but having four joints along the wings helped there.
"Now, we actually have two options. I can make makeshift covers for us with my wings here, or we can go back and explore this place another time. Having my soul linked to yours, I doubt we'll be apart often. The school will likely see to that, and i'll make sure you don't get killed."
He smirked a fanged grin. For a moment he was moderately calm. Still hating towards the rest of humanity, but he had to give this guy some pity. He had after all had part of his soul forcefully removed from his body. Chephros did too, but he didn't know that. The crystal simply gleamed from under it's fog and swished around as his tail did. He would have to be a bit careful about where he kept it now.
"And I believe we'll be getting to know each other a bit better."
That however, didn't make him calm. His brow arched and his eyes narrowed. His mouth set, one corner rising in half anger, half worry. He had linked to a weakling, or someone who could at least be semi-useful? The latter would be nice, but the former was almost expected. Not to trusting of human abilities, the demon looked down on all mages without Demonic blood. The only teacher that was a demon had also disappeared and that was...well..odd. However, he felt he owed the guy an explanation of why they would have to do this.
"Pretty much, i'm expecting this to mean if one of us dies, we both die. Also, from the nature of the pain in my jaw and stomach right now, we might share pain and possibly some emotion. From the feeling of something else, i'm guessing energy too. I don't feel like screwing with that right now though. I'll tell you why later. For now, don't touch my magic or i'll semi-kill you."
He would explain that if his magic was used, he would die anyway, and thus Ramiro would die. Wouldn't that be a fun surprise. Ramiro teleported them both to their death halfway across the world to find Chephros couldn't actually spare any energy. Surprise! However, he had one last thing to say before Ramiro chose to go the Academy now, or explore the City now.
"Oh, and if you ever get into a fight, let me know. I'd love to help the carnage."
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