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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 6, 2013 16:03:46 GMT -5
The way he stared a moment made her tilt her head and would wipe her thumb on the edge of her leather breeches, listening as he told her of teleportation. The gears of her mind turning, turning as if it was the inside of a black forest cuckoo clock. She'd toy with the hilt of her sword. Cogs turn to a thought. "Yes...this teleportation, how far can you teleport..and can you teleport more then one person?" she asked Cassander. Eyeing the young banshee with curiosity and yet she was turning over that report she had seen.
"Let me ask you this, do you know of a way to magically track someone?" Fingers that had caressed the hilt of the blade before curling around the hilt, would slide down the scabbard of the weapon. Traveling back upwards and flexing at the feeling of the blade in her hand.
"Aside...the teleportation, if I needed to be dropped inside a fortress...could you do that?" she thought of the possibility that such a fete could be useful to Foirfich. Oh how they would love to have such a tool in their bag of tricks. "Have you ever thought of your future..." she asked casually
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 8, 2013 2:10:02 GMT -5
“According to The Laws of Magic, Volume III, I will be able to teleport you anywhere in the kingdom, as long as your personal talismans have a strong personal meaning to you. I will be able to teleport more than one person, of course, but I will have to teleport each person separately. That is to say, no one will be able to “piggyback” with the original teleportee. It’s when a group of friends go out to eat at a tavern and they split the check. It’s the same bill, but a separate transaction for each meal.”
He sounded like he had swallowed the textbook and vomiting it back up. Cassander had only tried teleporting himself, just yet, and it had only been to the other end of the castle, but he had unwavering faith in textbooks and theory, and indirectly, in himself. He never stopped to question whether he could pull off the impressive feat of which she asked of him.
“It depends,” He continued, feeling much more confident know that he had his laws of magic to hide behind, “If the fortress is protected by magical boundaries or force-fields, then I would have to have those magical protections disabled long enough to get you inside…and back out. However, I would suggest that we not…take that route. I suggest that I teleport you to just outside your fortress of interest and you make it your business to get inside the fortress once you are onsite."
“Huh?” He looked up, caught off-guard by the question. His future? Cassander lived in the present, but he had always known what he had wanted to do and worked tirelessly towards that vaguely-defined, but coveted future. “Sure, I guess…who doesn’t?” He answered, shrugging his shoulders in a non-committal gesture.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 8, 2013 20:22:13 GMT -5
Cassander used references to the tomes of magic, and she crinkled her nose. No dropping into a fortress if she...no they didn't have to. Though he could get her quite close if she had to go a hunting there. Knowing her luck... "Not that route..." a pause and she walked for a second about the room. The predatory air she had felt in the air only deepened now as she'd circle him when he spoke. “Sure, I guess…who doesn’t?”
A smile played upon lucious lips as she paused behind his right side, leaning inwards towards him so her chest would touch folded wings. "What do you want to be" her voice a seductive whisper, almost a promise hanging on the notes. She shifted again this time to the other ear. "Some are born great, some have greatness thrusted upon them, others achieve greatness" Her words silken against the air and the shell of his ear. "What will you be I wonder..." she stroked a feather absently then turned to move back to sitting.
Game of cat and mouse, crossing her legs once more. "What would you say....if I wanted you to come with me Cassander..." she licked her lips to wet them. "An adventure and the chance to really practice your skills...no teachers looking over your shoulders, no second guessing...What would you say...to coming with me?"
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 9, 2013 15:53:13 GMT -5
“I want to make advancements in science and magic. I want to be a magician! But I want to do work that matters.” The words rolled off his tongue as if he had uttered them many times before, which, in fact, he had. They were the words that he had told every school official and government worker who had the power to cut off his funding and bring his education to a grinding halt at any time they pleased. Her words and her close proximity to him emboldened him in a way he had not experienced before, and so he elaborated. “I want to conduct research and advance the society and man- and fae-kind as a whole. I want to know why magic works, instead of just letting it do its job.”
He closed his eyes and shivered as her breath ghosted in his pointed ear. She sent something, a feeling of electricity (logically, he knew it couldn’t he electricity and yes, he knew from experience, but he felt like it) down his spine and through his stomach. He felt something new enter his system as she began quoting the great poets to him. Was it was genuine attraction or—? But it vanished just as quickly as it arrived as she misquoted one of the most famous lines and Cassander couldn’t help but correct her.
“Thrust.” He said, a blush flowing across his cheeks as he realized the innuendo belonging to the word. “It’s ‘thrust upon them’, not ‘thrusted’. ‘Thrusted’’ isn’t a word, actually, it’s—” He offered her a meek smile and a look of deepest apology. “Sorry…”
He shouldn’t have even considered her offer. He had an education and a future to pursue. He should not be running off with random women, but she was so pretty and her breasts were so…fascinating. Besides, she gave him a feeling that he wasn’t sure of yet, but which he enjoyed very much, and which he wanted to feel more of. Besides, there wasn’t any harm as long as he got all of homework done in time, was there?
“Okay…” He said, finally, “As long as you have me home in time for curfew.”
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 10, 2013 1:39:29 GMT -5
He spoke impassioned about his vision, playing on her lips was a smile. "You want…greatness then, your name to live through the ages." her words seemed to echo off the stone walls and yet the level of her voice remained the same as before. It was impossible for her voice to echo as it had not rose but something in it made it appear so. "I can think of countries and people who would kill…to have you work for them Cassander, to have such a vision."
There would be a chuckle as the younger boys cheeks redden, arms resting folded under her bosom. His correcting her only made her toss her head back, enlongating her throat and her mane of red swayed. A hearty laugh bubbled forth from her throat.
"He's educated, ambitious and cute too…" those eyes of her merry when her gaze came level on the bansee once more.
"Curfew" a wicked grin "I'll attempt such an endeavor and if not…I'm sure I can pursade your teachers into a forgiving mood" she was a terribly wicked woman, in the correct ways of course.
"Here" her hand extends out with those bank notes still between her fingers. "Might want to put this some place safe and go get what you need for travel Cass" the bank notes still dangled between her fingers.
There was nothing wrong with considering her offer, not like she was planning on getting him killed. He was starting to show Khai he was more of an asset to her instead of a liability. One that could be useful to have in a pinch, especially with a giant running free along the country side! If anyone even asked Khailyn what she knew about that, she'd have denied every accusation.
She mused for a moment how Cassander would look in Foirfich uniform.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 11, 2013 2:38:54 GMT -5
“No, not greatness,” He clarified, ”the expansion of knowledge. Sure, my name in lights would be nice, but I want to know why things are the way they are and I want to share that knowledge so that other people can benefit from my research. It’s…” He caught sight of her becoming face and decided to skip it. “Forget it.” He said, with something of an awkward smile.
“NO!” He objected, rather more loudly than he had intended. “I don’t want anyone to die because of me! That’s just…not…necessary.” He stopped, abruptly, realizing that he might have come off as rude. “But thanks…for the thought.” He added, with another of his signature awkward grins.
He blushed even harder and shuffled his feet, which he became intensely fascinated by to avoid meeting her gaze. The banshee was a shy individual and needless to say, he was completely clueless as what to do with girls. She had called him “cute”. No one had ever called him “cute” before. No had told him anything about his appearance before, come to think of that. His grin was so wide that it seemed to split his face in two. Compliments being compliments, he still was being offered a business proposal that he was going to attend to and he cleared his throat and with all his willpower, he turned his attention back to logistics.
He snatched the money from her, folded it neatly and deposited it safely inside his breast pocket. “Thanks.” He muttered, feeling a little guilty for taking such a large sum of money from her, despite needing it. “Just curfew, please. I’ll sleep here.” He held out his hand to her.
“Change of plans,” He said, his voice returning to its natural rapid-fire pace, “since we’re going, we’re going to be using an enchanted transporting object. I need an object that holds great sentimental value to you, Lyn.”
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 11, 2013 15:42:41 GMT -5
As Cassander was ticking off about not wanting greatness but wishing to share his knowledge the redhead was staring at him, rather she made it seem like she was staring when she really was thinking about shutting the young banshee up by kissing him. She was never going to get where she needed to go at this rate! A hand ran through those lava colored strands, "Don't thank me Cassander" the awkward grin given gave it away completely that Cass was innocent, hands slide from those long strands back to her side.
She had heard he was smart, but the smarts she was beginning to see came from books and not from the hard won fight with the world. It was cold, ruthless and wicked. She rubbed her lips together a moment in thought. Curfew, he keep insisting little did Khai reveal curfew would be the least of his worries. Oh no, she was him to a land with dragons, a land that was wild and untamed much like her. His rapid change of pace drew a chuckle, an object with sentimental value to her.
Did she have such a thing she questioned for a moment, lips pursing as she finally settled on a necklace from her mother that was hidden within a pouch in her blouse, pressed flush against the underside of her right breast. Having no shame her hand went to her blouse and she tugged the small leather pouch out, opening it slowly to reveal a talisman. It was old, the copper tarnished, the inscription etched into it almost unreadable. The script read. "she stalks in the shadows and slays them one by one"
For a moment, her gray eyes lingered in the necklace and she offered it out in her open palm. "Here, use this" Khailyn smiled when their hands touched but nothing more, a well of coldness filled the pit of her stomach and spread like the icy cold fingers of death. Her mind turned for a moment homewards towards Foirfich and she let out a breath, not realizing she had been holding it. Lungs savoring the sweet taste of air.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 11, 2013 22:12:21 GMT -5
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as she reached into her blouse, like it was nothing, and removed…what appeared to be a necklace. That wasn’t the point. The point was, she had just reached inside her shirt right in front of him! Did women do that? Just shove their hands between their breasts to pull out their jewelry and present it to powerful sorcerers? Did that just happen…to him?!
“Um…okay…” He fumbled, meekly, taking the object in his hands and nearly dropping it. His face was beet-red and he was fighting to keep his brain from misfiring and messing up any chances of having his education funded whatsoever. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he went back to business.
He turned her necklace over in his hands, gazing at it, judging it and weighing it in his palm. He wasn’t able to make out the inscription until he squinted at it and even then, he didn’t know what to make of that. He supposed it had to do with some long line of warrior-women and vampire-hunting. He had read that demon-slayers often ran through the maternal line. When he was satisfied with it, he cleared a space on his soiled table and placed the necklace on his surface. He eyeballed it, looking at it from several different angles, then turned back to her.
“You do realize that if your personal value of his object is not set high enough, we may be transported to gods only know where?” He said, honestly. He was going to go into the details of the time-space continuum, but decided against it, his reasoning being that if she could not quote the great poets correctly, she wasn’t interested in his scientific-magical theories.
He closed his eyes and placed his hand over her necklace. The room suddenly got darker, as he was channeling the energy surrounding them into the necklace; a handy trick he had learned that kept him from exhausting himself. Then the necklace began to rattle on the table, and then he glowed an electric blue color. Pleased with his work, Cassander returned his hand to his side and then held it out to her.
“Now picture Sgaithte…whatever that looks like. Focus on your senses: what it looks like, smells like, sounds like, feels like, tastes like…And take my hand,” He added, as an afterthought.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 12, 2013 8:50:48 GMT -5
Most women probably did not do that, but Khailyn did that, she was one of those women whose give a damn was well...it was busted, she shook up morals and did questionable things at the drop of a hat. That had just been retrieving an item for her. She held no sexual connection to the act, though she would have likely blushed had a certain Captain in the Foirfich military had retrieved the necklace from her person in such a fashion.
The young banshee was right about her not caring about the space time continuum.
Lucky for Cassander he did not begin telling her about the space time continuum, he might have found himself pinned to the ground. With the serrated edge of a blade against his throat and her growling "Just do it already sorcerer, you try my patience" blessings aside she stared at him "It belonged to my mother, it was a gift from her hand, the attachment is that is from her. Not to some make believe deity" clearly Lyn did not believe in such a deity.
Her hand curled around Cassander's once the necklace was in her possession again. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, imagine where they where going. Oh was he in for a treat. A land she envisioned that was wild, that smelled of ash in the air, of dragons and dung. Of the beast soaring across the sky. Of the glowing fortresses. Of a vale where there was a tavern. She was aiming to get them near that spot. Within about 20miles or so!
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 12, 2013 22:18:58 GMT -5
His hand closed around hers and he concentrated on the feeling of being shot through a tunnel of energy. He remembered that squelchy feeling he got during teleportations like these. His eyes screwed shut, he thought back to what it felt like to have the ground rushing out from under his feet and then he let go.
It was a sensation like a rug being jerked out from under his feet. His head spun and he wobbled dangerous on his feet. His knees buckled and then, just like that, they were being sucked through a tunnel of energy, just like in his memory. The pressure was incredible and Cassander was barely able to stand it when they landed safely on the ground.
At first, he was too dazaed to notice his surroundings, but then he sat up, and saw that they were in a rocky, dusty place. He got up, dusted off his pants and squinted at the sky.
"That...was...interesting." He finished, leaving out the part about him never having performed a teleportation spell this powerful before.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 13, 2013 22:40:37 GMT -5
Her fingers curled around Cassander's and the world spun this way and that as the vid of the tunnel spun reality and shifted time around them. Only for them be dropped onto the ground. She's lay on her back a moment, the wind knocked out of her. We need to work on your landings she tells Cassander. Sitting up to look around.
The air heavy, the land wild look. She knew where she was when she saw a rock formation. [b}'Alright I know where we are, come on boy, there's a cave system not far from here but yer going to the tavern.[/b] She'd sit up and from a pouch on her hip she took out a few silvers. "About five miles, theres suppose to be a tavern. Get us a room and make sure it has a lock on the door. she paused for a second for him to take the money. "And Cass...er from her boot she offers him a dagger "Pray you don't need it, I'll meet you at the tavern at dusk
Khailyn's words left no room for argument. She left no room for argument because she picked herself up off the ground and begin walking south west. She needed to check on something in a cave around here before she met up with Cassander back at the tavern....if the tavern still stood. Not that she was going to tell him that.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 14, 2013 0:54:52 GMT -5
As she handed him the dagger, he turned it over in his hands, examining it. He had handled daggers before, but only in class, where there were guards at the door, an abundance of student witnesses and heavy adult supervision. He almost called after her to tell her that he needed to be supervised if he was going to carry this thing without her, but then told himself to man up. It was just a big, sharp knife and if he was very careful, nothing would happen.
His mind drifted to the possibility that he might even have to use the knife to defend himself. It would be useless! He would be useless! He wasn't a fighter. He was a boy of science and magic and...knowledge. He was a scholar, not a soldier. He began to hyperventilate just looking at the weapon in his hands, wondering what it was like to stick it into the flesh of another person. Would it hurt him as much as it hurt them? How much would it hurt them? Would he be left lying awake every night for the rest of his life, haunted by what he had done? And then it hit him and he nearly laughed out loud with relief. He didn't need a dinky little needle to defend himself with when he had magic! Smiling and shaking his head at his own stupid panic, he carefully placed the dagger in the pocket of his leather coat. He ran for a few steps and seconds later, he was airborne, pumping his wings as he gained altitude.
Something was different in the southern air currents; it was almost as if they were made for flying. For one thing, they were warmer, for another, there was more wind: he could glide along with little effort at all, and finally, the he could see everything below him, probably due to the lack of thick vegetation on the ground. He understood why this was the land of the dragonlords.
After about fifteen minutes of flying, he spotted a building that resembled an inn, fly down and knocked on the door, politely. That was the polite thing to do in every kingdom: just knock on the door and wait for it to be answered, right? Right?
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