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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Aug 24, 2009 22:32:09 GMT 10
Rosaline shoved her arms through the sleeves of her sweatshirt. The dark shades of swirling gray on the black gave her skin more of a pale look than usual. A flicker of her eyelids, shut for a moment then open again, and a silent gasp from her and she was off again on her journey. There was something strange, something unusual that she hadn't encountered in the school, and she was tracking it down.
The halls were winding and twisting, and it took entirely too long to find her prize. But eventually Rosaline found herself in front of a door. On it was a simple word, Headmaster. That odd feeling was coming from inside that room. It was the feeling of magic. Old magic. Ancestors of hers had tried, without much luck, to wield the sort of magic she could feel from this room. Perhaps it was her own turn to try.
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Post by Headmaster Lucian Siagath on Oct 12, 2009 21:53:29 GMT 10
OOC: I am so sorry! I haven't much been in a muse-ish mood with Lucian. Yikes I am really sorry! But I am trying... Forgive me? Lucian mumbled something incoherent, his dark eyes straying from the letter in his hands, towards the door. His interests taken elsewhere, while his mind still held onto the words the letter would not let him forget. Friend, death and funeral. The last of which he wasn't invited too, for reasons he didn't know, and the tiny fact that it had already passed. Taking a deep breath in, Lucian had yet to see if any of this would mean anything to him. Getting up, Lucian placed the letter down, only to grab hold of a floating piece of paper instead. It didn't have much on it, just the basic number of students as far as he could see. Nothing he couldn't deal with later. This paper made it onto his desk, right next to a pile of paper work he had just completed before the letter.
At this, a slight smile started forming onto his lips, as he mentally opened the door. Letting the blades and paper remain in their levitating motion around the room, as he moved towards the door. Hoping to make it to the mess hall, to perhaps eat a meal with the students. Apparently, it was not meant to be so, as his eyes caught sight of one of them students. At once, his smile turned into a thin line, as he pondered on what she was here for. If she had indeed wanted to knock.
He didn't say anything, just raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl. While he reached for his long, black coat. Using his ability to have it float to him, while he made sure he could feel the weight of all of his weapons, he currently had on him. Besides, it made him feel secure. That, and his ability to use them.
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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Oct 12, 2009 22:32:28 GMT 10
OOC: No worries! =) It happens to the best of us.
Rosaline merely stood there, her head tilted to the side in a look of puzzlement. Did she dare see the magic her family had so longed to hold for themselves? Or should she turn and just walk away? Magic, of any sort, was something they didn't take lightly. It could mean death for those that didn't, and serious injury still for those that did.
It was then that the door opened as if with a free will of its own. It revealed a decently sized room, littered with blades of all sizes and papers floated about. A man stood in the center of the room. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, but the obvious displeasure on his face gave him an older appearance.
"No need to scowl, Sir. I didn't realize a visit was so unpleasant for you." The first thing to her mind was the first thing she said, as usual. Her hands found their way into the pockets of her sweatshirt as she looked around the room again. Rosaline eyed the jacket that levitated through the room to him. In that instant a thousand and one questions flooded her mind. The prominent being, What are you?
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Post by Headmaster Lucian Siagath on Oct 12, 2009 23:08:44 GMT 10
Lucian's lip twitched. A growing smirk fighting it's way through the cold look he liked to hold. Apparently finding the girl's words amusing. Nobody, that he usually had to deal with, would say anything that might displease him. Then again, he did get those students who just wanted a detention. Gripping hold of his coat, Lucian tightened it around himself. His eyes lightened in colour as he took a few casual steps towards the girl.
"Not necessarily, it all depends on what your visit is about." Lucian replied, his voice having a cold tone to it. Despite his lack of care, Lucian wondered why the girl would even bother to visit, she was just more likely to irritate him. Thus, making him appear like the headmaster from hell, which in his case, suited him perfectly. He watched still, as the girl moved her arms to her pockets. His own tensing, ready to take hold of any weapon, if the girl was really here to test him in combat. He'd had a few students seeking to find out themselves, just why he was the weapons master. He never let his guard down, and then he saw the look she held. Making his smirk turn into a smile.
A smile that held nothing, it was just plain. As he waited for her to explain why she was here.
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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Oct 14, 2009 20:33:14 GMT 10
Rosaline stepped forward into the room, finding her comfort once again. Her hands still in her pockets she glanced around at the floating weapons, her eyes only moving, the Headmaster always somewhere in her peripheral vision. She didn't dare take her eyes off him. "Don't get me wrong, sir," she started. "I'm not one to be rude to people, not people in authority over me, that is. That's just how I am. You can't punish someone for being who they are."
Removing her hands from the warmth of her sweatshirt's pockets, she plucked a blade from the air. The sheath didn't seem to be anything special, neither did the hilt, really. She pulled the weapon from its sheath to see the gleam of the blade. It was shining to a perfect effect. With a thumb she checked the edge; it was sharp too. Rosaline returned the weapon to its sheath, tested its weight for a moment before holding it out, a hand underneath it in case it fell, and simply released it back to floating with the others.
"A finely crafted weapon, sir," the girl stated. "I am envious. I'd chosen bow and arrow as my weapon of choice back home. My brother chose the sword. He taught me some, though I wouldn't mind a blade of my own." He'd given her his old sword when he'd gotten others of finer quality. It wasn't that his old ones were bad, he'd said, but they would be good for her to learn with. Before she'd left, she'd returned it to him.
"Sir," Rosaline said, a questioning tone in her voice. "If you don't mind me asking... what are you?" Her full attention was on him. "No normal person can make this objects float. It is magic. I can feel it is a magic. But not the magic they've tried back home. Just the magic they'd wanted."
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