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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:23 pm
Sunlight filtered in through the ruins of the old cathedral, casting patches of light on the stone floor here and there. One of the beams drifted lazily over a small sleeping boy...if you could call him a boy, anyways. There was a distinctly humanoid shape to him, but he seemed different than the traditional describtion. His small body was covered in a short, mocha-toned fur, long horns curving out from a thick orange mane. He seemed at peace, napping on the floor, unaware of he changes that had overtaken The Magic Kingdom.
He stirred slightly, opening a golden eye, bangles and beaded necklace clattering as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He yawned and stretched out, observing his surroundings more fully. He felt a little puzzled; he didn't recall falling asleep here. In fact, he didn't even recall ever being here. He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to come to a conclusion on how in blazes he ended up here. Of course, he couldn't come to one. This was all very puzzling for the young Aeon.
Next to him was a small staff, which he picked up and examined as soon as he took notice of it. It was called a bo-staff, to his understanding, and he had seen enough of it in comics and movies to understand how it was used- you hit people with it. He had thought it would be a cool weapon to combine with his fire power, and had practiced at home...though his last practice session had set aflame the drapes and carpet. Luckily though, Alex had been gone, and Ifrit had been able to stop out the fire, using a throwrug to hide the damage to the carpet. The drapes, on the other hand, he had simply torn off the window and shoved under his bed. What the gypsy didn't know, after all, couldn't hurt him.
Oh, Alexander! Ifrit blinked in surprise at the thought of his guardian. When had he last seen him? It had been awhile since he had seen his guardian, though Alex never failed to send some of his friends over to check on young Ifrit. He wondered...did his guardian end up here too? If so, he was nowhere nearby. Maybe...maybe he should look for him. Yes, maybe it was his guardian who needed the help! Of course, Ifrit didn't know where to start looking. Besides, the Aeon figured, he might want to figure out where he was and what was going on before heading out onto a rescue mission. Of course, since the cathedral he was currently sitting in seemed to be deserted, he might want to strike out in search of someone to ask questions of.
He picked up the bo-staff, noticing there was a small strap that looked like it could be used to fasten the weapon to the boy's back. It wasn't too long either, so it wouldn't be too hard for Ifrit to use. He figured that with a little practice he could get it down. After all, he had been doing so well with the bo-staff he had back home. He strapped the staff on his back, noticing it could be easily withdrawn if he needed it, and then easily put back when he was done.
Once the holder was in place, he removed the staff and held it in his hands. He could try to practice his 'flaming bo-staff' technique-- there were no curtains or carpet to set on fire now, just a lot of stone and dirt. It would be a shame to pass up such an opportunity, but he wasn't sure if the staff would combust right out if he tried. The staff had metal caps at each end-- most likely to guard against wear and tear and to perhaps add a little extra 'oomph' to attacks. Ifrit wasn't sure what type of wood made up the body-- he had learned that some woods burn better (and faster) than others-- but whatever it was happened to be a deep, gorgeous red in color and felt very hard and durable to the touch. Of course, durability against strike and resistance to fire were two different things.
Ifrit put his staff away, figuring he'd attempt the 'flaming staff' move only as a last sort of resort. No use wrecking his only weapon in practice when he may need it later.
Although he wasn't aware of the fights that would take place, there was some instinctual nature that an Aeon had that was always geared towards battle. Aeons were creatures to fight and defend someone, their bodies equipped with their own weapons, so it was no surprise the boy was plotting out what to do in any battles that may come his way. He was not battle expert, but he figured that he knew enough to defend himself (though running was low on his list of things to do in battle, naturally. Cursed valorous and blindly courageous Aeon attitude!) if push came to shove. But battles aside, he wished there was someone else around; if not to explain what was going on, then maybe just to be lost and confused with.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:14 pm
The beams of gentle sunlight flickered for an instant as a large owl gracefully swooped in. He was obviously distressed, as some of his plumage was floating to the ground in his wake. He perched on the head of a statue and worriedly preened at himself.
Soon, the source of all his worries appeared in the large archway of the cathedral. Messy brown hair framed his wide green eyes as he quickly looked around for his feathered guardian.
"Cedric?" he called as he looked around, "Are you in here? Stupid owl!" He stomped his metallic foot and cursed, as the owl looked on (trying not to be noticed).
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:39 pm
Ifrit heard the soft noise of movement, and looked around, turning gently as he tried to pinpoint the source. Was it someone else? Were the friend or foe? Ifrit jogged over to where a feather had drifted to the stone floor, and he scooped it up, examining it. He wasn't sure what type of bird it came from, though- he was never good at bird identification anyways. It was a lovely soft brown feather though, but Ifrit had no place to set it, and so he let it float from his hand back to the ground.
He played gently with the little blanket-cape he had around his neck, tightening it some. It was something Alex had made him that he never was too long without. It was a quaint little thing, something a kid might wear, with a little fabric flame stitched messily to the back. Sewing never was Alex's strong point. But then again, it was the thought that counted, and Ifrit love the little blanket and wore it frequently as a cape.
At the sound or a new person-- this sound far louder than the last-- Ifrit turned to face the sound. He saw a boy standing there, and tottered up to him, standing a few feet away.
"Oy, who are you?" he asked curiously. Maybe this person knew something about what had happened and why everything was different.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:45 pm
"Oh, I'm sorry," X rubbed the back of his head, "Were you asleep? My name's X... just X, like the letter. I'm looking for an annoying talking owl. Never shuts up... goes by the name of 'Cedric'. He always rants about the 'old days' and some guy named Chrispi... Chrispino... um..."
"CHRISPINOPHUR!"
At the sudden outburst, X quickly looked up the statue and sighed.
"There you are," he muttered, "I was almost hoping that you had gone and died under a rock or something."
"And -I- was almost hoping that some enchantress had come and turned you into a frog!"
The two of them glared at each other venemously, Ifrit totally forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:58 pm
Ifrit placed his hands behind his head and leaned back a little bit.
"Yeah, but I didn't lay down here to begin with, that's for sure. This place is weird...I don't even remember being here ever." he said. He contiuned, "X? Weird name. Easy to remember though. Name's Ifrit. I'm an Aeon." he said proudly. "Er, ain't seen no owl, though I did see a few feathers..."
No sooner had he mentioned that did the owl yell out. Ifrit snapped around to face the bird. So that's where the feathers came from... he thought. He watched the exchange between the two with a raised brow, snickering slightly.
"SO..." he said, a little louder to get their attention, "D'you know what's goin' on? Everything...is different here."
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