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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 1:32 am
((I watched that movie and both of its sequels. Good movies. Frank Sinatra isn't bad music, either.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:56 am
Ephlas was near the door to the tower leading back to the ground, in other words, the lowest floor of the airborne Academy.
"Wait! You can't leave! If you hope on catching up with them, you'd best come with me!" Clem called, rushing into the room. His outfit was no longer dressed for the cold, but as if the desert of Rantuinne was just outside.
Leonard was behind him. He looked very irate.
"Ephlas... What exactly did you do? The Academy practically jumped a moment ago..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 11:33 am
"Horrifying, actually." Farfarello quietly answered Hashmal, though not quiet from fear. His eyes glazed over a bit, "If a spirit is seperated from the body then the body is dead. When I die it's straight back to Hell." He didn't mention that when a demon dies, its body dissapears from earth. "There are some, though, that see the White Wraiths as a savior. If one can squeeze through the vents near one and have their spirit taken, though their body is in Hell, they can escape. It's difficult, but well worth it."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 11:47 am
"Yes, but for a demon, an encounter with a White wraith would destroy the spirit... in other words, true death. Isn't it ironic that the woman who saved Mythicaa became it's greatest peril?" Hashmal asked the demon. She was regretful of events, but wished to hear another's point of view... being alone for so long can do that...
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 2:03 pm
"Death is not a comfort Hell offers. Few would reject the opportunity; myself included in most cases." The demon said a bit cryptically. "I think it's ironic but not at all unbelievable; this world is encompassed in grey where anything, even a phenomenon such as the Great Storm isn't so surprising. True black and white are to be found by the living only after death."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:55 pm
Ephlas blinked. It had not even occurred in his mind that the Academy was now floating. Either he was extremely too preoccupied with his own tasks, or the 'floating' feature had been added on sometime recently.
Ephlas was back to not caring any longer.
His first idea was to concoct immediately a spell to send him flying, propelling the Magus through the air, at high speed, directly towards Rantuinne.
But that would be stupid.
Along with the propulsion spell, a spell for protection from the wind, and from any objects hit (like, I don't know, birds or, say, a floating tower). There would also need to be a spell for oxygen, and he would need to devise some way to tell where he was going and how close to his destination he was. As well as that, a means to steer himself, and a means to not black out at the intense wind that, even if not hurting him, would make him nauseous.
It was, altogether, a pitiful idea.
Ephlas turned, his hand on the door, to Clem. His gaze only briefly flickered to the irritated Leonard. Unimportant. Sunclipse was an immediate priority.
"Clem, how?" Ephlas sounded, rather pitiful himself. A hint of desperation, but more clearly to be heard was the exaggeration of pure impatience. He needed to be on his way immediately. He had no idea what Clem could do.
Myrrelda flicked her tail impatiently. Had she said she was patient, before? Well, if so, she had been lying and if not, then she might just be delusional.
When was that little pastry going to arrive?
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:57 pm
((Pastry!? D: ! ! xd Ohh, Myrrelda...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:55 pm
"The translocation gem?" The scientist asked, a raised eyebrow as if everyone knew of it, "We can go directly to the Rantuinne Academy Outreach building with it instantly... It's academy personnel only."
Leonard tapped his foot, "if you are leaving, then you'd best take an Academy badge... as we researchers are allowed in places others aren't..." He held up a small diamond-shaped crest, which displayed a book with wings and two gears above and below, "We don't want our members getting into to much trouble..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:24 pm
If the badge was for Ephlas, then it was worthless. Ephlas ignored this too. He paced around the two of them for a moment, before turning on his heel to face Leonard. "I would air out the central furnace, were I you, Archmagus. Also, this Academy... it's all the way in the Rantuinne capital... isn't it?"
A slight groan was prepared to follow this answer.
The capital of Rantuinne was directly across the desert from where Ephlas wished to go. This was horrendous. And to top it off, Raedou and friends were still roughing it somewhere in the middle of the mountains... or so much Ephlas knew of the strange creature pulling the caravan.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go," Ephlas repeated, uncharacteristically impatient. "I simply must go, as soon as possible. Where does the gem lead to...?"
((Er... definitely NOT House, he is... Dunno what I WAS thinking, that one day. Er... stare XD))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:35 pm
Clem's brow furrowed, "It's in the air above an oasis in the desert... the Academy Rantuinne Center is in the capital... The outreach tests plant growth in greenhouse conditions..."
"The furnace?! Elysia's blood!" Leonard turned and dashed off to the furnace, obviously in a hurry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:49 pm
Ephlas stopped in his tracks, staring after the hasty Leonard. "Elysia's... blood?" Ephlas repeated quietly.
Then he was hurried again. "Okay, Clem, if I'm going to be using that object with you, let's leave. This is dire. As soon as we do, I'll show you why I'm so hasty."
All this was spoken in a quick, hushed whisper. The walls had ears... literally. There was a painting of a giant, hairy, disgusting ear complete with wax hanging from a nearby wall. It repulsed Ephlas and he refused to acknowledge it in any way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:59 pm
"I'm sure he was just... swearing... Imagine, why would we have a sample of her blood?" Clem did a nervous laugh before heading to a door set with red a glass window.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 8:10 pm
((XDD I gtg. That was good, though. XD))
Ephlas followed, trying with all his might and failing, to keep himself from bouncing in place from the slower human. Too bad they weren't all elves, then they'd be fast, graceful, and deadly with simply a flick of the wrist.
They'd also be useless philosophers, too, so there was that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:35 pm
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