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 Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 12:04 pm
((OOC: Extreme apologies for delay.... sweatdrop sweatdrop It seems that we'll never get out of this temple, huh? Anyways, as for the Gwyn/Shuichi, Nida/Baikasu situation, I think we would have to see what they're up to...as of yet, there haven't been much indication as to how their trials are going...but I think that's my fault on my part....))
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Water. That was what woke him up.
Sion opened his eyes to the sight of mud, shaking what remnants of his fall remained in him and getting up. He was catching up to Daewyn, he remembered. And then, well, something sucked him up.
He looked down at his clothes and brushed whatever gunk was on his face aside. "Ah, great, don't tell me I gotta get into another dunk of water to wash this off."
He looked around him, noting that he was once again in a cavern of some sort. Except that this time there was a hole in the ceiling in which he fell through. Taking a chance that was what caused him to fall and the girl could hear him, Sion shouted up to the light above.
"Hey, Daewyn!"
A few minutes of hearing his echo and no other, Sion muttered a curse. He had anticipated that they might be separated again, but not this soon.
"Okay, Sion, use your head. Where the hell are you?" he said to himself as he found a nearby rock and sat down.
Although his time at the Tuvidal Academy was short, it didn't mean that he didn't know the basic outline of certain situations. This was the main reason that he was transferred to Demetrie. Sion liked to strategize, not cast magic out of the blue like it was instinct. Of course, manipulating water was a special talent of his -- perhaps his only natural talent, coming from a direct line -- but it wasn't enough for him to get into the ranks of Tuvidal's elite, like Reika.
He needed patience for this situation right now, and Sion had a lot of patience left. If only he knew what lie ahead of him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:54 am
Following Naoko's gaze, Verdis made eye contact with her and inclined her head in the direction of the insignia. It seemed hard to see since it was covered by the increasingly irritating living oil. Staring at it, however, yeilded the discovery that there might be a few spots where the stone could still be seen and touched.
"Is that marking familiar to you?" She asked, Glancing between the woman and the mark, as she snapped the fan shut, pointing it at the design. Her hand flexed curling and uncurling fingers in turn, careful not to scratch herself with her own nekote. A few knuckles popped in sucession, and she vaguely recalled their rough ascent to this place.
She wanted to approach the symbol, get a better look at it, and see if there was any legible writing on or around it, but she didn't move. She was like a child at a new place or event, not knowing the rules, the general guidlines, and what should or should not be touched. So instead, she stood, frustrated, and waited for some explanation or reply.
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