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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 14, 2010 13:51:18 GMT -5
"Not what am I what are we. We are...forgive the term, witches, incarnated spirits of otherworldly bodies. We don't know why but our former selves where re-incarnated into human form, so many many genorations back a large group of our kind got together and decided to prevent either side paradiso or infernos from gaining segnificant control over any given point in our world. A large platform rises from the pit to their level. Bristuex opens the gate and steps onto the platform and waits for her to join him.
"But you see after the trails of old, when so many witches where captured, tortured, and burnt at the stake. And from those times we lost a lot of good men and women, which is why we started the Sabbath Academy. New witches, a larger force we can use to prevent the overthrow of our world." The platform seemed to be moving at a blinding speed downward, but they felt none of the motion. It was then that Elysia notices there where no moving parts tot the platform it was just floating.
"It seems however that someone wanted to hide your spirit, be it from witch hunters, the churches, or the afterlife I don't know. But I'm asking you now to join us, you're a briliant student for all that aggression you have pent up. With a guiding hand you could put that angry to great use, and do it just as well as your studies I hope. Not to mention their are perks to being a witch in a witch ran academy."
The platform stops exiting the ipt into a impossible large chamber, the walls where unable to be seems leaving them walled in by black. "Whatda ya say, hmmm?" He says stepping off the platform.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 14, 2010 14:07:22 GMT -5
She shook her head. "How do I know I can trust you?" She asked.
The back of her neck felt cold. She crossed her arms and shook her head. "This is a lot, fast."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 14, 2010 14:22:13 GMT -5
"If you didn't at least trust me a little would have followed me into a secret organizations headquarters by yourself?" He turns around to face her.
"You stick up for those people whom, don't or can't stand up for themselves." He says placing his hands behind his back and walking towards her. "Those humans above us right now know nothing of these wars, how many of sacrificed themselves to keep them alive. If either side where to gain control it's be a world wide slaughter."
"I'm just asking that you take a little more incentive, peoples lives are depending on your answer Miss Warren."
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 14, 2010 14:39:04 GMT -5
She glared at him. "Fine." Elysia said.
He was right. He knew her too well. She hated that. "I'll join your club." She said.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 14, 2010 14:54:52 GMT -5
He sighs "Always angry." He says rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Lets give you the tools to put that anger to use. Take off your bracelet." He says still looking down.
A pale, stone, figure suddenly bursts from the darkness bathed in a greenish light. She looked peaceful clutching a orb in her hands, the stone of her form so finely cut that the cloth looked like it was flowing in the wind.
"Soren, you've never brought a innitiate before. What's the occasions?" The stone woman asks in a soft litling voice.
"I just thought it was time for me to contribute something the the society, so why not make my first innitiate a doozy." Bristuex says without turning to look at the figure. "Eve...I hate to be imposing but you might not want to stick around for this one."
"Noted Soren I will give you my leave then." The figure says before vanishing back into the darkness.
"Sorry about that, Eve usualy does like to meet the new innitiates before we start."
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 14, 2010 15:03:01 GMT -5
She pulled off the bracelet and put it in her pocket. "Start what?" She asked.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 14, 2010 15:18:08 GMT -5
"Your transformation." He says flicking his sword from its scabard, black tinted blade shinging in the overhead light. It pressed to her chest and kept going, into her chest, into her heart. A peircing white light poors from around his blade forcing it back out. The light spreads, over her body, dissolving it in a whirling spiral of light, leaving nothing but a burning white core in her former shape standing where she had as the pulses and surges of light and wind rip through the dark room.
Birstuex pulls the fadora over his face, and with a metalic clang it transforms into a deep grey mask. six eye sockets buring red, smoke being whipped from the mouth slits by the force of the reaction taking place. Slowly, a material form was building around the core of her being. The peircing crys of a hawk rang throught eh chamber, with each cry her form jerked in pain like something had struck her.
In her mind the spirit, angry, violent, and wanting freedom was fighting to escape. Before it finaly subsides and her form takes shape, and drops to the ground, the bracelet clattering to her side.
"It's painful, but thankfuly you'll never have to go through that again." Bristuex says walking over to her, but staying out of striking distance.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 14, 2010 15:29:57 GMT -5
She knelled on the ground motionless for a few moments. Her breathing was heavy and labored, but she had refused to scream. "Now what?" She asked.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 14, 2010 15:36:05 GMT -5
"Stand up, walk around, try out your new spiritual self." He twirls his sword a bit, walking around her. "And then, if what Murrow tells me is correct... We're going angel hunting." He says still walking in a slow, panther like manner.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 15, 2010 22:26:53 GMT -5
She stood up and began to pace slowly. She felt rather stiff, her joints were unwilling to cooperate.
"Angel hunting...?" She asked, beyond being surprised at this point.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 15, 2010 22:30:29 GMT -5
"As I said before I balance must be kept between the worlds. Right now there is a place that is straying to close to paradiso, it's time we go set them straight." He says resting his sword on his shoulder.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 15, 2010 22:39:12 GMT -5
"Ah." She looked down at her clothing. She was covered in gold and silver fabric. She rubbed the hem of her shirt between her fingers and the corners of her mouth twitched upward.
As she looked down she found her sword. She pulled it out and suddenly lunged forward into a stab. "Cool."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 15, 2010 22:49:30 GMT -5
"Right then." He says tapping the platform and watching it raise again.
"There are over fourteen levels, levels one through four are dorms, two and three informations, four is the mess hall, five through eight are classrooms." He pauses to watch two men run down a hallway with a bundle of papers.
"nine through eleven the libraries, twelve offices...thirteen the development and research centers, foruteen is the portal to eden, the room we where just in."
They stop on the third level.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Feb 15, 2010 22:56:50 GMT -5
She stepped off the platform. "This place must be huge." She said.
The room they were just in had convinced her of that much. Hearing him talk about all the different levels only confirmed her beliefs.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Feb 15, 2010 23:04:40 GMT -5
"Larger than most things our societies could even dream of building." He says dleading her from the railing of the pit through a doorway. The room in which they stood had many small, almost cartoonish creatures floating around. People in robes looking over texts, and panes of glass or mirros that rippled like water and showed them distant lands.
"Master Soren." A younger man says rushing up to them with a large book in his hands. "The reports on Fermire City is finished, do you want to look at it now or should I pack it with you things?"
"Pack it, I'll read it on the train." He says shoeing him away. They keep walking through the room towards the back where a very old looking man, stroked his beard, and musing over a crystal ball.
"Samson, I take it the report looks good?"Bristuex asks approching the man.
"Not as well as I'd hoped, I take it you won't read the report my students made?"The elderly man says turning to them.
"No, I'd rather get the facts from a man who's built his life on them."
Samson laughs. "And who's this?"
"Ah, I almost forgot, my newest pupil. Please love don't be brash introdce yourself."BRistuex says giving Elysia and fun pat on the shoulder.
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