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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:55 am
Despite Maritess' vow to reinvent herself now that she was attending Amityville High, she couldn't help but feel just a tiny bit of homesickness. And by tiny she meant a ton. The fact that she was fretting over Fearleader tryouts, how vastly different life at Amityville High was compared to her old campus, and her constant failed attempts to meet the groundskeeper to ask if he's seen her legs certainly hadn't helped matters much. Instead of keeping herself cooped up in her room, Tess decided to fly a bit. That was what she needed: Clear her mind of everything. Just focus on the wind in her hair and the beating of her leathery wings.
There was no rule against flying, last time she checked. But then again there wasn't a rule against posting an ad on a Singles Board either and she still got detention for that. Tess really should learn to let things go. And perhaps a quick (or a long) flight was just what she would need.
If there was one thing Tess would never change or attempt to reinvent about herself was her love for flying. Despite having to do a lot of that since her lower half went missing, she would never tire of it. Ever. And somewhere in the back of her mind, in the middle of a loop-de-loop, she wondered if there were other students who shared her passion.
"Wouldn't a synchronized flying club be neat?" she found herself asking aloud, not caring if there was anyone else around to hear her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 8:31 pm
"Ya spend too much time up 'ere in dem clouds!" Sputtered Wilfred as Coralie closed her fingers around his rim to keep him rooted to her head. They were swooping down over the rooftops of the dormitories on her broom and the speed threatened to knock the poor disgruntled hat clean off. Luckily Luka had been asleep today...he would have been yowling and clinging to the stray ends of her broom the entire time and of course would have complained whens he slowed down, oddly enough.
She pulled up a bit and let her broom hover high above the campus. Below the paths wound about just as perilously, if not more so, than the green oozing river nearby. The people below looked like little colored splots...not like ants really, but just colored, moving splots. She leaned against the wood of her broom a she gazed down. Giving a sigh she murmured in reply, though he hardly deserved one, "Never enough time, Wilfred. Never enough." Sometimes she wished she could just stay up here...who really needed the ground anyway? Well, she supposed she did. How annoying.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:06 am
Normally, Tess didn't dwell on the ideas she came up with. Her parents had always warned her that it was not proper for a manananggal to be susceptible to flights of fancy. They had to be grounded in reality, otherwise they'd never get anywhere in unlife. But this particular idea decided to ignore what her parents taught her and took root. It simply would not go away!
And the more Tess thought about it, the more she wanted to make something of it! But was there anyone who would be interested apart from her, she wondered. How many winged students had she seen actually flying around? They were walking or running most of the time. She had yet to accidentally fly into someone in the skies. Then again, apart from Calder, she had yet to accidentally fly into anyone else. Huh. That must have been a one-time thing, she decided.
Unfortunately, fate liked to muck up whatever Tess had decided on. Because too much thinking distracted her. Almost to the point of failing to see (and really, Tess, how hard is it to spot another student riding a broom?) she was about to collide with someone.
"Eeeep!" she let out a squeak as she deftly pulled up before she made an impact on the other student. It paid to be constantly flying sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 10:43 pm
Coralie, too, almost saw the other girl too late. Instinctually she threw herself to the side, rotating her broom to the side. She shot past Maritess like a bullet, but once clear she dropped her weight to deftly bring the broom to a stop. It spun a few times before it finally came to an odd, floating halt in the air. The way it shivered and hovered there made it almost look as if the broom was shaken from the encounter. Letting out a breath, she was able to relieve the tension in her hands that had gripped tightly to the handle.
"Watch where you're going," she said, though it was more breathless than angry. It was, however, a rather serious comment, which wasn't terribly normal for her. Her flight time, well...was a little more precious to her and she didn't necessarily want to be knocked around. She leaned back, letting her body relax a little though. "Well, I suppose it's just good we didn't crash."
"THIS HERE'S WHY YA BELONG ON DA GROUND!" Squawked Wilfred, who seemed rather upset at the prospect of having nearly been knocked out of the air.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 1:14 am
Maritess began a rather over-blown process of apologizing profusely to the other student. Her wings flapped silently, beating hard enough to keep her afloat without changing locations. "I-I know! I'm really, really sorry about that!" She would have bowed if she had legs, because, well, how does one go about bowing if all you were was a waist-up? "It's good that you can fly well!" she added.
At the talking hat's boisterous remark, Tess apologized to him as well. "O-oh! There are two of you? I'm sorry to you as well, it must be hard to fly for two."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 11:59 am
"Well, if you're going to be up in the sky, better know how to take care of yourself, you know?" Coralie shrugged, though the the corner of her mouth did turn up a little. If there was one thing she was proud of, sometimes a bit excessively, it was her flying skills. Part of it might have been earned, since witches only learned to fly when they had access to a broom, unlike those born with wings, but still. "Can be a pretty dangerous place up here."
She laughed a little at Maritess's last apology and shook her head. "No worries, he doesn't count, so he doesn't need an apology. It's no different than, say, you wearing a hat and flying, except he won't shut up."
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:31 am
Maritess nodded in agreement. When she was back home, they weren't allowed to fly without supervision until they proved themselves capable and responsible for flight. "Thank Jack nothing bad happened, I don't think I could stand the embarrassment," though Tess supposed that was a given. "Oh, for a moment there I thought he was your familiar. But is he?"
Tess' head tilted ever so slightly. The few reapers her parents had allowed her to interact with never went anywhere without their familiar. And not all of their familiars found flying agreeable either.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 5:08 pm
Coralie was a little impressed. Not many she had meant seemed to know a lot about reapers. This girl was obviously familiar with them if she was able to ask that sort of question. "Mmm, no, he's actually my weapon," she corrected. "Well, it's possible that's the same thing for many of the witches you've met. It's not terribly uncommon for them to be. I do have a more standard familiar, a cat, but he didn't come along today. Probably just as well, he would have fallen off in fright...or stuck to me so hard he'd have given me scratches."
"Have you met a lot of witches?" she asked, more out of curiosity than anything. After all, in the end it wouldn't really matter if she had or not, but it might help gauge how much she knew for conversation's sake.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:55 pm
"A couple of them but they're friends or business partners of my parents," Maritess answered, "Never met one my age before, though. I-I'm Maritess, by the way. But you can call me Tess. You're Coralie, right? We're in some classes together," she added, as if to explain how she could have known the reaper's name.
"Does he, your weapon, have a name too?" Tess was curious, she couldn't help it! She knew familiars did, most certainly, but weapons? That was definitely new.
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