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 Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:10 pm
This RP is for Malhyanth and Mriae, with their characters Duncan & Aidensur and Azrael (plus his family members).  This RP is going to take place in the home of the Cohens in Jaradin City. Duncan has been asked to come and meet Azrael, and explain that at Jaradin Secondary, he will be most welcome, no matter his ability. He is also here to visit his father, whom Duncan taught when he was younger.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:39 pm
The day had been long, and Duncan had had much paperwork to sort out in conjunction to both sides of the school. Since expanding the campus to include a Daeling school, as well as including some basic Magika lessons earlier in the curriculum, Duncan had had an aweful lot of work to do. Lessons to be planned and approved, students to meet. The demand on his Scouts was getting heavier, and he had recently had to put out job vacancy adverts in the Jaradin City tabloids. He'd had some successes, but he was tired now. Yet, why did he and Aide find themselves in the swept streets of Jaradin City? Good question, and as it filtered through to Aidensur, his Inner Manifestation, it was quietly answered.
'You needed to do this. Rabbi Cohen is a good friend of yours! You taught him in Jaradin, and his wife is a beautiful woman that thinks highly of you. They arranged this meeting so you could met their son. Aidensur looked up from the ground to her Human, white eyes glowing eerily in her black face. Her stilty legs paced gracefully over the cobbles and sand of the street. We had to do this, sir. Anyone hearing those words would have thought these two were not at all bonded. Both were so polite with each other, so curt and terse. However, that was their way. They were terse, curt and polite. Duncan was a nervous man at heart, but e was lent the strength to be such a highly important man by his Daemon. Her courage and ability to stand alone gave him the strength he needed to fulfil his position to its fullest. He sighed and nodded.
"You're right, Aide. As always, you are right. Benjamin is my friend. He was one of the best in his class, always so abled. It is only right that I accept this... invitation." He stopped on the street corner, looking at the street names. "Market St... We must be close..." He took out the letter, the expert penmanship that scrawled languidly across its envelope evident of the level of education the man that had penned it had received. He looked at the writing a little longer, then took out the small, neatly penned letter. Radcliff Square. Just a little further then.
'You can't be suggesting you don't know where they live sir! Aide's sense of humour was as dry as her taste in most things. Art, music, life in general. She was a dry, non-descript being with little interest in the things around her, other then the dusty old study the pair were generally found. Their explorations into the reasoning of Magika was all that really interested her. Expansion of knowledge. Most important!
"No... I know it. I've been before, I just wanted to be absolutely certain." Duncan looked around the street, and pressed on, leaving Aidensur a step behind, though she easily caught up with her loping stride. She surpassed him, and scouted ahead. She growled at a few street rats that had been looking at them from an alleyway, making them run to their homes with giggles and gasps of awe. They knew of The Man and his Black Wolf. Who didn't? Duncan was one of the most well known men in the world. He was the only man with an Inner Manifestation, after all. He rolled his eyes at her, but she had gleaned the information she needed from his mind and roamed easily around corners, leading the way to the home of the Cohens.
'5 Radcliff Square.' She was sat outside the front door when Duncan reached the bottom of the garden path. He sighed once more, brushed himself down and straightened his shirt and white jacket. He pushed his glasses further up his now and ran a hand over his slicked back hair. The customary stray bang was still straying, much to his chagrin. He grumbled as he stepped up the steps to the house, and, once Aidensur nodded once to say she was ready, lifted the heavy knocker.
He tapped it three times. And stood to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 4:47 pm
"Esther, they are here!"
A myriad of aromas drifted out from the kitchen of the Cohen household. Esther, Benjamin Cohen's wife and Azrael's mother, had been in there for the duration of the day, cooking and baking a variety of different foods. With company coming over, she had to make a nice meal, and with Duncan being the guest her husband had invited, the woman was putting everything she had into making the meal as perfect as she could. Anything other than that wasn't deserving of the headmaster's time in Esther's mind.
"Let them in," she called out as she stirred a pot of bubbling stew, "you can introduce Azrael while I finish in here."
Benjamin, who was in his personal study across the hall from the kitchen, nodded to his wife through the open door as he walked to get the door. The rabbi was a middle-aged man in his early forties or so. In his youth, he had been privileged enough to study at Jaradin College under Duncan Haylen himself. It was there that he established not only a learned and respectable reputation, but a friendship with the headmaster of the school. This most certainly hadn't been the first time to Cohen's had welcomed him into their home, but it would be a first for another reason.
This would be the first meeting of the headmaster and their newly adopted son, Azrael.
At the moment, the fifteen year old boy had taken to gluing himself to the window of the lounge. The window looked out to the streets in front of the Cohen home, enabling Azrael to see who was coming and going. It was for this purpose that the boy had glued himself. Then again, after all the things his father said about the man, who wouldn't be curious to see what he looked like? He had never met anyone from a school before, so naturally he was anxious to meet the person his father spoke of so highly.
As Benjamin passed by the lounge, he chuckled at his son's antics. He should have known that the boy would be scoping out the headmaster before hand. It was typical behavior for him upon meeting anyone new. Azrael wouldn't be disappointed, though - that much, his father was sure.
The rabbi now stood in front of the door, which he promptly opened after the third knock. There was no point in keeping Duncan, or the rest of his family waiting in anticipation. As soon as it was opened, Benjamin beamed warmly at his old friend and ushered both Duncan and Aidensur inside.
"Duncan! Aidensur! Welcome; please come in!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 5:15 am
Aidensur was the first to enter, as was her custom. She liked to scope out the place and meet people first. She tapped a nose on Benjamin's thigh in greeting; the only kind of touch she ever permitted on her body from people that were not Duncan. She sat beside the door to the lounge, looking at the small boy inside, though it was hard to tell, as her glowing eyes had no discernable pupil. She wagged her tail once in a silent greeting, then focused on the two men in the hallway. Duncan took his time entering, letting Aide do her thing before he stepped up and took the offered hand, shaking it vigourously with a small, tight smile.
"Benjamin, how are you? I can tell by the smell fogging my senses that your beautiful lady has been working far too hard for me again!" He waved to Esther in the kitched, breathing in the delicious smells with rapture. Much better then the bread and cheese dinner he'd had in mind that evening, along with a fine wine. However, he was sure the Cohens had spared no expense for Duncan's slight wine snobbery! He patted his friend's shoulder. "Tell me, how have you been? Been busy finding an heir, so I believe?" He shrugged off his long white trench coat, and hung it up on the coat rack. He brushed his dusty, shining shoes on the door mat and looked to Aidensur, who had been patiently waiting for Duncan to notice her.
'He's in here. Watched us, I believe.' She sniffed and turned her head to look directly at the child. 'Seems cute enough, for a boy.' She grumbled. Duncan couldn't help but smile at her comment.
"Aidensur has already scoped out your new lodger! How long has he been with you now?" He stepped around the door frame and spotted the boy. "Good evening, young sir."
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 9:54 am
After all the greetings, Benjamin made sure to shut the door as to not let in a draft. It was a cold night, so the fire in the hearth and the hot food would do them all good. The rabbi nodded to Aidensur in greeting as he always did, instead of reaching down to touch her. If there was one rule of thumb, it was never to touch another's daemon. Before he answered anymore questions further, Benjamin motioned for the headmaster and his daemon to move into the lounge. They could all continue their conversation in there; a much better place then their old entryway.
"Azrael hasn't been with us for very long," the boy's father admitted, "maybe a few weeks or so? I believe he is still getting used to everything." A soft smile tugged at his lips when he said this, and Benjamin sat down in a plush chair next to where his son was standing. "This whole transition has been a lot for the boy to take in."
No longer watching from the window, Azrael had his back to it now. His eyes - gazing from behind glasses he had just gotten not more than a few days before - were studying both of the guests; Aidensur, especially. Never in his life had he seen a wolf like her before! What was she? Well, whatever she was, she was beautiful, if not a bit intimidating.
"Hi..." Azrael murmured in quiet greeting. So this was the man his father talked about. He didn't look so interesting. In fact, if he saw him on the street, he would consider him normal, if it weren't for the odd wolf at his side. The air around the boy turned a bit awkward after he addressed the two, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably.
Normally, he would have blamed his discomfort on the clothes. The new wardrobe his parents had given him was as strange as it was interesting. He wasn't used to wearing so many things, or being as clean as this. But he couldn't blame it on them now, not at all. So instead, he just made for the kitchen instead, before any of them could question him. "I'm going to....go see what mother's doing in the kitchen.."
And he was gone, disappearing into the kitchen before the rabbi could get in another word. Silently, the rabbi was kicking himself. He had probably put his son on the spot by asking Duncan to come over like this. Yet, it was necessary. Azrael had been facing some big changes in his life, and they would only grow. Luckily, though, the Cohens had help, and the rabbi could think of no one better than Duncan Haylen.
It was him, out of all of them, that would play one of the biggest roles in the young boy's transition.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:40 am
Duncan smiled warmly at the boy, but could clearly sense his discomfort, as could Aidensur, how had walked closer to him to scent the boy and then laid herself at the foot of the sofa Duncan moved to occupy. Legs crossed neatly, he chuckled a little as the boy raced out as dignified as possible, to escape the attention. Duncan knew he was probably a bit intimidating with Aide by his side, but the boy would probably come out of his shell more at dinner. He waved as Azrael left for the kitchen, probably to hide with his mother, before turning back to the Rabbi.
"Well now, what a polite young sir!" He commented, and lowered his hand absently to Aide's head, where he proceeded to scritch her behind the ears. Aidensur was quite intently watching the Daemon of Benjamin, ears lowered as the attention pleased her senses. "Did you find him in your travels in Otalin? He has a very oriental air to his features and movements." Duncan chanced a look over his shoulder, through the door to the kitchen to see Esther busy, and Azrael in hiding with her, still confused.
'Oh, leave him be.' Aide said, sniffing. 'He needs time. He's not been here long, after all!' Duncan bowed his head to her wisdom and looked back to Benjamin.
"You must tell me of your travels, good friend. Otalin! I wish I had seen it in its prime before the Panic. Such decadence! Come, tell me of the Royal Palaces. I'm sure you visited more then your fair share whilst visiting your families!" Duncan chuckled again and raised himself higher in his seat, set to listen carefully to the story to come.
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