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They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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So ded. Cannot brain. Just one massive poorly coordinated and balance-lacking headache. But don't send help. I don't want to people either. X.x
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Glad to see I'm not the only follower of Lord Cato, god of wisdom, on this most auspicious Superb Owl Sunday.
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~
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Outside of Galloway
Amuné looked wide-eyed at Cecil as he all but stopped moving, twitching and saying odd things. "Will he be okay?" she asked, worried. He was strange, but she thought he wasn't a bad person. He could have killed the strange Magi but he hadn't, after all. She was distracted from her concern by the sight of the next town. She remembered the map had said it was Galley...Galway...something like that. "Can we have lunch now? Please? I mean, after we help Cecil," she added hastily as she looked back at the other two.
Wyth's ears were forward, and he was watching the various people, animals, and carts. So much to see, so many smells. He'd been to towns before, and he recalled there being rats and other smallish things to chase -- as well as structures with food on display, though his girl and his man both told him not to take from them. But they would exchange with another person, and sometimes then he'd be given a treat.
The child turned her head again at Ethan's question. "It hurts!" she told him, making a pained expression. "But...I think it's not too bad? Um...Mommy says things like this need...uh...rinsing and a bandage, I think?" She screwed up her face in thought. "That should be right. Um, and ointment, but I don't have any. That helps it get better quick, and keep the bad things out."
Amuné looked wide-eyed at Cecil as he all but stopped moving, twitching and saying odd things. "Will he be okay?" she asked, worried. He was strange, but she thought he wasn't a bad person. He could have killed the strange Magi but he hadn't, after all. She was distracted from her concern by the sight of the next town. She remembered the map had said it was Galley...Galway...something like that. "Can we have lunch now? Please? I mean, after we help Cecil," she added hastily as she looked back at the other two.
Wyth's ears were forward, and he was watching the various people, animals, and carts. So much to see, so many smells. He'd been to towns before, and he recalled there being rats and other smallish things to chase -- as well as structures with food on display, though his girl and his man both told him not to take from them. But they would exchange with another person, and sometimes then he'd be given a treat.
The child turned her head again at Ethan's question. "It hurts!" she told him, making a pained expression. "But...I think it's not too bad? Um...Mommy says things like this need...uh...rinsing and a bandage, I think?" She screwed up her face in thought. "That should be right. Um, and ointment, but I don't have any. That helps it get better quick, and keep the bad things out."
On the Road
Amuné bit her lip and looked away. She wasn't ready to share that particular bit of information. The girl was too frightened of what might happen if she did, especially after another Magi had tried to kill them. She'd thought all Magi were good people. Why would a Saint bless a bad person, after all. But now she wasn't so sure, and she worried that Ethan might be like the villagers of her home town and turn on her. She was saved having to answer by Cecil. It seemed that had been magic, for the Machina was tired, just like other Magi after casting. She hoped they could find whatever he took as fuel. Coal, maybe?
But Ethan looked her way again, probably picking up the earlier line of conversation, and the child fumbled for an answer. "I-I just...he...he was bad," she stammered. The half-truth, half-dodge sounded lame even to her own ears, and she winced internally, hoping the Ydra wouldn't notice. She pressed her lips together, determined not to say any more about it no matter how he might try to get an answer. She didn't want to be left on her own again. She liked Ethan, and Cecil, and having people around. Two weeks alone had been terrible, and she'd never been so lonely in her life. For that matter, she hoped that Cecil would be okay. Did machines sleep? Would sleep make him better? He didn't eat, because he'd not had any breakfast. Or maybe he did, but like Wyth, where he didn't need to every day. And on the subject of getting better, she lifted a heavy hand to check her shoulder, wincing when she touched the sore area around the cut, but while it was bleeding, it was mostly superficial. If she could get it cleaned out, it wouldn't even scar, though a bandage wouldn't hurt.
Amuné bit her lip and looked away. She wasn't ready to share that particular bit of information. The girl was too frightened of what might happen if she did, especially after another Magi had tried to kill them. She'd thought all Magi were good people. Why would a Saint bless a bad person, after all. But now she wasn't so sure, and she worried that Ethan might be like the villagers of her home town and turn on her. She was saved having to answer by Cecil. It seemed that had been magic, for the Machina was tired, just like other Magi after casting. She hoped they could find whatever he took as fuel. Coal, maybe?
But Ethan looked her way again, probably picking up the earlier line of conversation, and the child fumbled for an answer. "I-I just...he...he was bad," she stammered. The half-truth, half-dodge sounded lame even to her own ears, and she winced internally, hoping the Ydra wouldn't notice. She pressed her lips together, determined not to say any more about it no matter how he might try to get an answer. She didn't want to be left on her own again. She liked Ethan, and Cecil, and having people around. Two weeks alone had been terrible, and she'd never been so lonely in her life. For that matter, she hoped that Cecil would be okay. Did machines sleep? Would sleep make him better? He didn't eat, because he'd not had any breakfast. Or maybe he did, but like Wyth, where he didn't need to every day. And on the subject of getting better, she lifted a heavy hand to check her shoulder, wincing when she touched the sore area around the cut, but while it was bleeding, it was mostly superficial. If she could get it cleaned out, it wouldn't even scar, though a bandage wouldn't hurt.
@Ryver et Rhine NVM I found it. >.<
Past the Bridge
Cecil could use magic? And wasn't lightning unusual? Maybe it was related to wind or water, because it came in storms? Amuné was impressed and confused. How did a machine get the blessing of a Saint? She wouldn't have thought such a thing possible, and she'd not sensed the attack, neither the smooth rush of Saint Genrei's blessing, nor the breezy feel of Saint Kedo's. She put it from her mind for now, too tired to worry about it at the moment.
The girl gave Ethan a weary smile. "Glad you're okay..." she mumbled, still all but lying on Wyth's back as he padded along. The bad Magi hadn't sent any more attacks her way after they'd passed him, but deliberately tapping into her magic made her so very tired. Still, she'd been successful, and that was a good thing. Her father had said that practice made it easier to use magic, but she'd never had reason to use her Sight deliberately before. She'd thought the village was a safe place. Out here, though, she had no idea what to expect. Her magic would be useful, if she could learn to use it. But...could she trust Ethan enough to tell him, and ask him to teach her? She certainly wasn't sufficiently sure of Cecil yet, and besides the Machina seemed unsure of so many things. He didn't even know how to build a fire, so she doubted he knew much about magic.
"And you do need to be more careful, Ethan," she added, frowning slightly. Amuné was tired enough that she wasn't censoring her words as carefully for the moment. "There's bad people who will hurt you if they know what you are....Can't just trust anyone." Really, the caution was partially for herself instead of for Ethan alone. It was sad to hear a child say something like that, though.
Cecil could use magic? And wasn't lightning unusual? Maybe it was related to wind or water, because it came in storms? Amuné was impressed and confused. How did a machine get the blessing of a Saint? She wouldn't have thought such a thing possible, and she'd not sensed the attack, neither the smooth rush of Saint Genrei's blessing, nor the breezy feel of Saint Kedo's. She put it from her mind for now, too tired to worry about it at the moment.
The girl gave Ethan a weary smile. "Glad you're okay..." she mumbled, still all but lying on Wyth's back as he padded along. The bad Magi hadn't sent any more attacks her way after they'd passed him, but deliberately tapping into her magic made her so very tired. Still, she'd been successful, and that was a good thing. Her father had said that practice made it easier to use magic, but she'd never had reason to use her Sight deliberately before. She'd thought the village was a safe place. Out here, though, she had no idea what to expect. Her magic would be useful, if she could learn to use it. But...could she trust Ethan enough to tell him, and ask him to teach her? She certainly wasn't sufficiently sure of Cecil yet, and besides the Machina seemed unsure of so many things. He didn't even know how to build a fire, so she doubted he knew much about magic.
"And you do need to be more careful, Ethan," she added, frowning slightly. Amuné was tired enough that she wasn't censoring her words as carefully for the moment. "There's bad people who will hurt you if they know what you are....Can't just trust anyone." Really, the caution was partially for herself instead of for Ethan alone. It was sad to hear a child say something like that, though.
Riverside
Amuné cringed as the stranger lifted his hand again, preparing to leap out of the way. Why did he want to kill Ethan? He was a Magi like they were! He shouldn't be one of the bad guys. It didn't make any sense. But Ethan came at the man from behind, and the water ended up directed at him instead of the child. He was hit, and then he was being drowned, but Wyth, obeying the command of his girl, leapt at the stranger, trying to sink his teeth into the man's back. The man dodged, but Wyth circled, looking for an opening. The cat was focused on the person threatening his assigned charge, and when attacked, dodged neatly aside, avoiding the water without difficulty. Still, he wasn't able to get close, because the man's defense was too good. Still, Ethan was able to tackle the Magi from behind and knock him over. Wyth saw the water coming yet again, and both he and Ethan moved away, the moorcat snarling.
Amuné watched the fight. She was terrified, but she wasn't going to leave without Ethan. But this Magi -- he didn't seem tired at all, even though he'd done so much magic. Too powerful, she thought. He's just too powerful. We need to get away -- all of us. "I'm not leaving without you Ethan!" she called, her voice unsteady. But how could they escape? Her mind presented the image of last time, when they'd ran from the town after Ethan flung the men into the wall. "Cecil! Can you get Ethan?" she asked, hoping this would work. "Wyth! Come!" The moorcat's ears swivelled towards his girl, and he came, landing at her side. His fur was damp and he had the distinct odor of wet animal, but Amuné didn't care. She grabbed hold of the thick fur at the base of his neck and jumped up. Knowing what this meant, Wyth lowered himself enough that she could swing herself on his back. He wouldn't be able to do this much longer, as she would soon grow too big for him to carry, but for now it still could be done. "Take Ethan and run, Cecil! We'll go ahead." And with a whispered word in his ear, the moorcat started forward, heading straight for the attacking Magi, his girl crouched low on his back as she might ride a pony. She was reaching deep within herself, trying to tease her magic loose to where she could grasp it. The man sent a waterspout at them, followed by frozen shards. Wyth dodged the waterspout, but when the projectiles shattered against the stone of the bridge, some of the pieces hit the pair. Wyth's thick fur absorbed most of the damage, but blood welled up on Amuné's shoulder where one of the shards sliced her. They reached the man, but instead of attacking, Wyth planted his paws and leaped, passing right over him, and continuing on across the bridge.
Amuné cringed as the stranger lifted his hand again, preparing to leap out of the way. Why did he want to kill Ethan? He was a Magi like they were! He shouldn't be one of the bad guys. It didn't make any sense. But Ethan came at the man from behind, and the water ended up directed at him instead of the child. He was hit, and then he was being drowned, but Wyth, obeying the command of his girl, leapt at the stranger, trying to sink his teeth into the man's back. The man dodged, but Wyth circled, looking for an opening. The cat was focused on the person threatening his assigned charge, and when attacked, dodged neatly aside, avoiding the water without difficulty. Still, he wasn't able to get close, because the man's defense was too good. Still, Ethan was able to tackle the Magi from behind and knock him over. Wyth saw the water coming yet again, and both he and Ethan moved away, the moorcat snarling.
Amuné watched the fight. She was terrified, but she wasn't going to leave without Ethan. But this Magi -- he didn't seem tired at all, even though he'd done so much magic. Too powerful, she thought. He's just too powerful. We need to get away -- all of us. "I'm not leaving without you Ethan!" she called, her voice unsteady. But how could they escape? Her mind presented the image of last time, when they'd ran from the town after Ethan flung the men into the wall. "Cecil! Can you get Ethan?" she asked, hoping this would work. "Wyth! Come!" The moorcat's ears swivelled towards his girl, and he came, landing at her side. His fur was damp and he had the distinct odor of wet animal, but Amuné didn't care. She grabbed hold of the thick fur at the base of his neck and jumped up. Knowing what this meant, Wyth lowered himself enough that she could swing herself on his back. He wouldn't be able to do this much longer, as she would soon grow too big for him to carry, but for now it still could be done. "Take Ethan and run, Cecil! We'll go ahead." And with a whispered word in his ear, the moorcat started forward, heading straight for the attacking Magi, his girl crouched low on his back as she might ride a pony. She was reaching deep within herself, trying to tease her magic loose to where she could grasp it. The man sent a waterspout at them, followed by frozen shards. Wyth dodged the waterspout, but when the projectiles shattered against the stone of the bridge, some of the pieces hit the pair. Wyth's thick fur absorbed most of the damage, but blood welled up on Amuné's shoulder where one of the shards sliced her. They reached the man, but instead of attacking, Wyth planted his paws and leaped, passing right over him, and continuing on across the bridge.
Riverside
Amuné sighed in relief. Ethan was okay. He was okay, and she'd be okay. She scrunched up her nose when he tapped it, surprising a small giggle out of her, but her heart was still pounding from the mess. She settled with Wyth as the man started sharpening a stick and headed off to hunt, her gaze drifting to Cecil. He really was strange. Did he really not need to eat? And only a few months old, how was that even possible? She kept changing her opinion on him, and couldn't get her thoughts to settle on the subject.
Wyth rubbed his head against her hand as she pet him. The moorcat had no such concern. His girl was okay, there was no danger, and everything was fine. The warm sun felt nice, and he enjoyed his girl's attention. "You could use a brushing," she told him as fur came off on her fingers. "You're shedding."
Ethan returned with a water mouse, and Amuné eagerly went to gather firewood while Wyth stayed behind. Since Cecil didn't know that they needed small pieces as well as big for a fire, she showed him the different types, and had gathered an armful by the time Ethan called that he was going to say hi. Her gaze moved to where he was heading, and she paled. The man was scary, and --
She gasped as a vision hit her, her eyes flickering. Ethan, battered and beaten. Ethan drowned. Ethan dead and Cecil in pieces, and the scary man turning to look at her, and giving her a frown. No, no, no! She didn't realize that she was saying that out loud, a string of quiet "no"s as her face went pale. The armful of firewood fell from her grasp, and she staggered a bit as weariness washed over her. "Ethan!" she shrieked, just as the young man gave the same name to the stranger. "No, get away from him!" She leaped over the pile of wood, forcing herself to move despite feeling weak because of her magic, heading for the bridge. "Wyth, come!" she called, moving as fast as her legs could take her towards Ethan. And then the water moved by the strange Magi's magic, and all she could think was why was a Magi attacking, that wasn't right, the blessings of the saints wasn't for hurting people! It was only for helping.
Cecil got there before she did, leaping very high to do so. He was more than human with his lifting both Ethan and herself earlier, and now his amazing jump, but the bad man was using water. If he got hit, he'd rust. And if Ethan was hit...she didn't know. Amuné was sure it would hurt. "Wyth! Defend!" she cried, pointing at Ethan. The moorcat surged ahead of her, and planted himself between the two Magi, snarling. If the stranger attacked again, he would find a very fast and very agile feline coming at him.
Amuné sighed in relief. Ethan was okay. He was okay, and she'd be okay. She scrunched up her nose when he tapped it, surprising a small giggle out of her, but her heart was still pounding from the mess. She settled with Wyth as the man started sharpening a stick and headed off to hunt, her gaze drifting to Cecil. He really was strange. Did he really not need to eat? And only a few months old, how was that even possible? She kept changing her opinion on him, and couldn't get her thoughts to settle on the subject.
Wyth rubbed his head against her hand as she pet him. The moorcat had no such concern. His girl was okay, there was no danger, and everything was fine. The warm sun felt nice, and he enjoyed his girl's attention. "You could use a brushing," she told him as fur came off on her fingers. "You're shedding."
Ethan returned with a water mouse, and Amuné eagerly went to gather firewood while Wyth stayed behind. Since Cecil didn't know that they needed small pieces as well as big for a fire, she showed him the different types, and had gathered an armful by the time Ethan called that he was going to say hi. Her gaze moved to where he was heading, and she paled. The man was scary, and --
She gasped as a vision hit her, her eyes flickering. Ethan, battered and beaten. Ethan drowned. Ethan dead and Cecil in pieces, and the scary man turning to look at her, and giving her a frown. No, no, no! She didn't realize that she was saying that out loud, a string of quiet "no"s as her face went pale. The armful of firewood fell from her grasp, and she staggered a bit as weariness washed over her. "Ethan!" she shrieked, just as the young man gave the same name to the stranger. "No, get away from him!" She leaped over the pile of wood, forcing herself to move despite feeling weak because of her magic, heading for the bridge. "Wyth, come!" she called, moving as fast as her legs could take her towards Ethan. And then the water moved by the strange Magi's magic, and all she could think was why was a Magi attacking, that wasn't right, the blessings of the saints wasn't for hurting people! It was only for helping.
Cecil got there before she did, leaping very high to do so. He was more than human with his lifting both Ethan and herself earlier, and now his amazing jump, but the bad man was using water. If he got hit, he'd rust. And if Ethan was hit...she didn't know. Amuné was sure it would hurt. "Wyth! Defend!" she cried, pointing at Ethan. The moorcat surged ahead of her, and planted himself between the two Magi, snarling. If the stranger attacked again, he would find a very fast and very agile feline coming at him.
@Rumplestiltskin *bounces on* MORE ETHAN AND ILANA? YESPLEASE.
Riverside
"OldDan says fishing takes lots of patience and us whippersnappers move too much," the girl said, taking off her shoes and setting them by Ethan's. "So...maybe a long time?" Ethan's estimate surprised her, as did him wading in. How was he going to catch fish with his hands? They were slippery, and always wriggled away from any child that managed to get ahold of one, leading to more splashing and shrieking and giggles. The corners of her mouth turned down for a moment before she forced herself to smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I wanna see you catch a big fish with your bare hands, Ethan!" Amuné told him, moving towards the edge of the water.
Wyth looked at her, then Ethan, before stretching and finding a sunny spot to lie down, resting his head on his front paws and half lidding his eyes. He had decided that the man wasn't a threat for now, and he was sure he could be at his girl's side in plenty of time if something should happen. And of course it did. Wyth was on his feet at once as the man started hollering and splashing and otherwise making a racket, racing to where his girl was dipping her feet in the shallows and herding her back by means of his considerable bulk.
"Ethan?!" she called, voice shooting up quite high in concern. "W-what is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?" She was seized by a sudden fear that something might happen to him and then she'd be left without anyone else. Cecil was a machine, and the girl still wasn't sure what to make of him, and Wyth was family but not people. Ethan was the adult, the one she was inclined to look to for guidance. What would she do if he was gone?
"OldDan says fishing takes lots of patience and us whippersnappers move too much," the girl said, taking off her shoes and setting them by Ethan's. "So...maybe a long time?" Ethan's estimate surprised her, as did him wading in. How was he going to catch fish with his hands? They were slippery, and always wriggled away from any child that managed to get ahold of one, leading to more splashing and shrieking and giggles. The corners of her mouth turned down for a moment before she forced herself to smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I wanna see you catch a big fish with your bare hands, Ethan!" Amuné told him, moving towards the edge of the water.
Wyth looked at her, then Ethan, before stretching and finding a sunny spot to lie down, resting his head on his front paws and half lidding his eyes. He had decided that the man wasn't a threat for now, and he was sure he could be at his girl's side in plenty of time if something should happen. And of course it did. Wyth was on his feet at once as the man started hollering and splashing and otherwise making a racket, racing to where his girl was dipping her feet in the shallows and herding her back by means of his considerable bulk.
"Ethan?!" she called, voice shooting up quite high in concern. "W-what is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?" She was seized by a sudden fear that something might happen to him and then she'd be left without anyone else. Cecil was a machine, and the girl still wasn't sure what to make of him, and Wyth was family but not people. Ethan was the adult, the one she was inclined to look to for guidance. What would she do if he was gone?
@xodus Well alright. I've talked a bit to @Ryver et Rhine, and come up with a possible solution to the problems. Sparks has kept quiet, but he's gathered at least a small network of like-minded people, with nebulous plans to protest once they have graduated.
As for skill level, any that are actually going to graduate this year probably should have taken the test at least once in the past. That way you have justification for why younger students are taking it, including some that are not actually going to graduate yet -- you may end up taking it more than once, and in fact probably will.
As for skill level, any that are actually going to graduate this year probably should have taken the test at least once in the past. That way you have justification for why younger students are taking it, including some that are not actually going to graduate yet -- you may end up taking it more than once, and in fact probably will.
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