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Story part 2: __Just to be cautious, I looked at the two beings next to me. The one on my right was a powerfully built, male ogre wearing glasses and a business suit, and was reading the stock section of his newspaper while sipping tea. He noticed my gaze and asked in a sophisticated air, “Do you need something, sir?” __“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I was just wondering is that green tea or earl grey?” __“It’s chamomile mango, actually,” he said and returned to his newspaper. Looking in the other direction to, I saw a gorgeous water demon who radiated beauty and elegance in her far off gaze as she stood there picking her nose. As I looked down the rest of the row I saw scales, feathers, hair, and horns of all kinds. I didn’t know whoever it was that took that personality quiz, but he must have some serious issues, or something. The last four times I went through this, all the potential guardians had acted or looked something faintly similar in some way, but this lineup was so drastically different that they seemed almost entirely incompatible. __The guy next to Mr. Chamomile-mango leaned over behind him and tried to talk to me, probably out of sheer boredom. He looked like a human, except for a large horn protruding from his forehead, fur covered elf-ears, and bright green hair that was in the process of blossoming into hundreds of tiny blue flowers. He smelt nice. __“How many times have you gone to selection duty? This is third time myself,” he asked. __“This will be my fifth,” I said brusquely, not particularly wanting to talk, but also bored. __“Whoa; do you not want to be picked?” he asked, blinking. “This our chance to prove ourselves to our country! To conquer challenges, catch criminals, and see the big ol’ world for all its brazen glory!” Each time he blinked, his eyes changed color and patterns; it was very distracting I tried to look away from his eyes, but something drew me to them; I couldn’t seem to look away. “You really don’t want to be part of that?” he persisted, still blinking. __“Not really,” I said, hoping he would drop the conversation. __“Me neither,” he said, apparently quite happy for some reason and started to blink less. He seemed to be trying to contain fits of laughter and (what looked like) a sense of triumph as he looked at me. Then, he seemed to get over it slightly, saying, “You know, this time it might be different.” __“And why would that be?” I inquired. I don’t think I like this guy. __“Because this wizard is quite a bit older than most of the others; this one’s been official for ten years,” he said. __“That is weird,” I replied, puzzled and rather worried by his happiness. The wizard’s age actually was weird, though. Most wizards who didn’t already have guardians were still in their training, or had just started out as qualified wizards. All of the wizards at my last trials were around fifteen to sixteen years old, at oldest. A wizard with ten years experience without the assistance of a guardian was defiantly a point of interest.
iHidan the Immortal · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
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