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Post by Jess on Dec 25, 2005 21:32:51 GMT -5
"Its fine I can show you!" Danica said with a chuckle, taking him by the hands and pulling him toward her. "And I have the perfect dress too!"
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Post by Jess on Dec 25, 2005 23:05:35 GMT -5
Danica couldn't help by laugh. "Ok...I'm gonna head to my chambers and meditate for a bit..." She said, backing away. "Mind meeting me on my balcony before the dance? It should start about darkwatch..."
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Post by god on Dec 26, 2005 22:19:29 GMT -5
While the two were having their conversation, Nagai was swiftly walking towards the gardens. He wandered through the endless halls. He turned a light infected corner. His black robes contrasted the bright light, it’s gold threaded trims shining brightly. The sun glared down upon the Elf with great intensity. Before him, a multi-colored garden lay cheerfully. Birds sang as they fed their young. Small toads from the pond jumped onto lilipads. Cats and other animals of the sort waited for their masters to pick them up after classes. None of it interested Nagai though. He had memories of this place, deep memories. Dark memories. Nagai actually came here quite often. It allowed him time to just think, and maybe even dream.
Nagai began to saunter on one of the four paths leading to a platform in the middle of the garden. He passed row after row of crystal rocks and a multitude of flowers. The Elf walked up the ten steps of the platform, quickening his pace just a bit. The Platform became flat and so, Nagai began to slowly walk to the middle of the platform. He stopped, listened, felt the surrounding garden with his senses. Everything seemed so peaceful. Everything, of course, except Nagai’s thoughts.
Nagai stood in the midddle of the platform. Beside him, a very beautiful Elven girl stood. Her arms twisted around his. Her head was leaned up against his shoulder. A voice shot through the air.
“Nagai! I told you that there is no free time in the guild!”
A large grotesc looking man stomped towards them. He wore studded leather armor, painted orange and blue in a symbolic fashion. At his side a short sword was sheathed. On his back, a crossbow could just barely be seen. His hair was white and thin. It only came an inch from his scarred head.
Nagai and the Girl turned around. The girl’s smile faded, as did Nagai’s. The Man stomped up to Nagai and immediately got into his face. Nagai didn’t flinch. The man couldn’t hurt him. The teacher can never hurt his or her student. The man screamed so much it sounded gibberish to Nagai. It was then, Nagai knew he had made a terrible mistake. The man drew his short sword. He lunged forward. In mid-strike, he screamed once more in a mocking kind of tone.
“I can’t hurt you, but I certainly can hurt the thing that’s taking all your thoughts from the classrooms!”
As he finished the last words, he pulled the short sword back to him. He sheathed the bloodied blade in it’s sheath and stomped off with a wide grin. Nagai knelt down on his knees. He couldn’t believe it. The girl lay silently, a small smile on her face. Blood slowly oozing out of the gash in her chest. Nagai held back tears and a scream. His hand touched her cheek. She was cold.
Nagai groped for the longbow on his back. Gripping it tightly he pulled over his head and down in front of him. He felt the black feathers of a single arrow. He pulled it out and knocked it. He pulled the string back and raised the bow. The arrow pointed directly at a small bird. The bird’s head became that of his old teacher’s. He began to speak in a low voice.
“One bow to use. One arrow to knock. One hand to draw the string. One mind to aim. One target to kill. One decision to release.”
Finding no reason to shoot the poor animal, he quickly raised the bow and released the string. The arrow flew just above the birds shoulder and into the dirt beyond. Nagai let out a small scream and dropped to his knees. Why did everything have to be so hard. This would the last time he was here. He wanted to leave, but felt as if he couldn’t.
((OOC: Some history for you.))
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Post by Jess on Feb 21, 2006 13:11:15 GMT -5
Danica smiled, "Wait!" She said loudly, holding out her hand. "Give it back!"
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Post by Jess on Feb 21, 2006 13:30:43 GMT -5
Danica smiled and leaned in, kissing his neck softly. "I will..." She said, closing her other hand over the necklace and taking a few step's back. "I'll see you there..."
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2006 0:33:50 GMT -5
Danica walked at first, until she was sure Skif couldn't hear her, and then ran off at full speed to her room to get dressed and prepped for the dance.
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Post by Jess on Mar 3, 2006 16:03:39 GMT -5
Danica stood on her balcony in flowing gowns of silver and white, the colors of her profession. Her hair was pulled up and twisted around a symbol of her god, paladine, and she let it fall in tendrils down the sides of her face and hang off the ends of the special device that held her braids.
Her keen eye's looked out over the premisis of the academy, and the necklace that Skif wanted her to wear gleamed around her neck, as the pendant hung low in her 'cleavage zone'. She leaned on the balcony using her elbows and waited.
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Post by Jess on Mar 6, 2006 18:37:31 GMT -5
Danica was a bit startled at first, but relaxed and leaned back into Skif's embrace. "Hello Milord..."
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