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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:59 pm
Bright blue eyes were locked onto the ship that'd docked about twenty minutes prior on the island, one of his large hands sliding up to tug his collar away from his neck. It was a warm, pleasant day, one that spoke of summer and swimming in the river back home. Yet here he was, in full uniform [for once], waiting for yet another blonde to enter his life. Felix, was his name, and Canaan would be his guide.
How ironic, that Canaan had been led down this very dock by Scyeth, of all people, only six months prior.
A warm smile grew on his wide mouth automatically, teeth a stark white in contrast with his tanned skin, and he pushed away from the railing he'd been leaning on as the boy stepped off the boat, headed down the ramp, and finally, finally stepped onto the dock.
Cane held out a large, callused hand in greeting. He recognized the boy from the ice, where Cane's group had been the first to arrive. "Welcome, friend. You are called Felix? I am Canaan."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 8:42 am
Dusty blonde hair was tousled by the sea winds; warm zephyrs that spoke of a new land and the opportunities that were waiting for him. Yet something in the boy seemed to protest as he placed a booted foot upon the gangplank. It felt as though by conceding to leave Greenland he had done something wrong; left something behind. Though the icy tundra was not Felix’s place of birth [that title was granted to some far off hospital nestled within England] the frozen place had been his place of residence for so much of his childhood that he barely knew much else except the expanse of snow. Thus, by leaving it Felix felt that he was betraying his roots, cutting himself away from his past. However, the journey across the sea had given him plenty of time to think about his predicament, good or bad.
After all, since the fateful events in the white tower he would never be able to be the same again. His father was dead and some ancient race had revealed to him that he was in fact some sort of vessel for them... They’d told him that his fate was decided and for some reason, as much as he wanted to argue, Felix could not see how it could be otherwise. Without a parent, without protection, he could and would be steered by whatever these Angels had planned for him... Whether he them it or not... [Many a night on the boat had been spent with curses rolling from his lips, aimed at the heavenly beings that had, in his opinion, been the cause of his father’s death.] Thus, when the invite to join the very school that had gone in search for him had arrived at the orphanage there had been only one answer.
That answer had led him here, walking down a gangplank to meet a boy who would settle him into his new home. Shinkami School of Saviors.
Stepping off the plank he was met with a warm welcome. With a flash of bright teeth and an outstretched hand the boy greeting him revealed himself as Canaan. Something in the boy’s features seemed familiar and after a quick frown the youth recognised the boy as one of the students that had been present just moments after his encounter with the divine resident of the tower. Sheepishly he took the other’s hand and gave as firm a handshake as he could muster.
“Yes, Felix. You were there when I...” He paused for the best word to explain. “Fell.” Yes, that fitted. Fell right out of nowhere, shrouded by that damn angel’s power. At the thought of the angel his fist curled and a stern yet determined expression reached his face. “Shall we proceed?” He asked, summoning all the strength that he could, despite being in such an alien environment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 1:53 am
"Yes, friend, I witnessed your journey." Canaan, unabashed, showed his white, white teeth once more in that disarming smile of his, squeezing the younger boy's shoulder briefly before turning to give the school a good, long look.
"Welcome to school. It is strange here, at first, but one grows accustomed." Another brief pause and he began to walk. "Your bags will be brought to your room, so that shall be where we end our tour. Is there anywhere you would like to go first?
That wide grin again as he looked over his shoulder. "You smell of a magic student to me. Is that your interest?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:23 pm
The young man’s reassuring words did little to sooth the fury of the butterflies swirling in Felix’s stomach. In fact, his statement ‘it is strange here,’ was the understatement of the century. Felix was accustomed to the emptiness of the tundra-like conditions of his home – here everything seemed to be piled on top of each other with little space unclaimed by one thing or another. It was quite unnerving to observe the large campus spread out ahead of him; it seemed almost as large, if not larger, that his entire town back in Greenland... However, he chose to keep his nervous thoughts firmly inside his head and nodded understandingly as Canaan explained how their tour would unfold.
Having no areas that Felix knew much about, (the letter inviting had contained a prospectus with a rough outlining of the purpose and nature of the school but nothing detailed about the facilities or buildings – for obvious security reasons)*, he simple shrugged. “Wherever comes first – I don’t have any preferences,” he responded as he moved after his guide, whilst pondering how to reply to Canaan’s next query.
Choosing between magic and mundane means of aiding the cause against future alien advances seemed to be one of the biggest choices made at the school and the prospectus had spelt out in detail what each path entailed. Over the course of his journey, alongside time to curse his angelic encounter he had had plenty of time to mull over the choice and although he hadn’t quite reached a solid conclusion he had a good idea of what he was leaning towards.
“Yes... Magic seems most sensible... Considering what happened at the tower. Ay I ask which learning path you took?”
*made this up, hope it's acceptable.
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