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Post by Lilystar88 on May 8, 2018 13:53:23 GMT -5
Desmond followed her with keen interest. She was initially veering towards duplication, which was tricky and hard to master. But cryology...
"Perfect," Desmond whispered, then beckoned Aurora closer to him and held out his palm. In the center of it ice crystals started to grow, they became sculpted and shaped and formed a flower shape that he then slid off his palm and placed into hers.
"The elements are easy to master, but so vitally important -- they can be the difference between life and death, as I'll show you soon. But first, try and see if you can keep the flower cool. Don't worry if it takes a while, just keep your mind focused on it -- think of it as the only thing of any importance in the world. Nothing in life matters, than keeping this flower alive."
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 8, 2018 14:50:36 GMT -5
[[agh I’m so sorry I’ve got to go to bed. Work tomorrow and I’m exhausted.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 9, 2018 13:40:08 GMT -5
Desmond had noticed the flower starting to melt, and instead of questioning Aurora's abilities he criticized his own. He should have enchanted the flower, just a little, so she'd have more time. "I'm sorry Miss Mirren," he said bowing his head in apology. "I was trying to teach you how I was taught -- you see, ice was something...different, to me. I grew up in a hot place. A very hot place. My...people, knew the secrets of ice thaumaturgy and that kept us alive in the desert. So to me, ice was not just a weapon or a form of art work -- it was the life blood of survival," Desmond explained. Then he pulled up a chair and with a snap of his fingers summoned one for Mirren to sit on too. "How did you learn thaumaturgy at first?" he asked, "What skills did you summon quickly, and ablely?" [[waaaaaah, sorry Sparkly that this took so long. I've been really unwell today  ]] |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 9, 2018 14:40:38 GMT -5
(It's fine!) Aurora sat down, thinking for a moment, before replying. "Well, I originally learned about Thaumaturgy when I was pretty young. About seven, I think. I didn't start studying until I was thirteen, though. My parents actually never let me do anything more than read the textbooks, so I guess that I don't actually know what I'm good at." It was quite odd, actually. It suddenly seemed like her parents were deliberately stunting her growth in the art... But that was impossible. They were her family. They'd never do that. Desmond nodded gently. He guarded his thoughts even more carefully than he guarded his tongue in this sense -- but he knew that those who objected to thaumturgical societies often taught children when they were way too young. But for some reason, the Mirren's had done the opposite. Why? He snapped out of his internal monolouge. The answer to that question wasn't important. He coughed slightly then refocused himself. "Well then, study and practice are the most important things to focus on," he replied and held out his hand again, forming the flower. "This one will melt slower, but will still melt. Try again to keep it frozen -- except this time, don't stop trying, even if it melts into water, as it can be re-frozen even from that state," he said, slipped the flower into her hands and sat back. Perhaps he'd be there for minutes, perhaps hours, either way -- he wasn't going to let her give up that easily this time. |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 9, 2018 15:14:05 GMT -5
After twenty minutes Desmond couldn't contain his smirk any longer. He'd expected her to merely keep it formed and frozen for mere minutes. After five, he'd been impressed. After ten, he'd been astounded. After twenty, he'd been ecstatic.
"Fantastic!" he announced, jumping up from his chair and pulling the girl up with him and shaking her hand vigorously.
"Your parents were..." he paused, thought carefully then with a compassionate smile said "sitting on a goldmine without even realizing it."
"Now, there's one last...test," he said. He placed a hand onto her shoulder and started to move a little bit of thaumaturgical force through his veins and into hers -- giving her more energy for what came next. It drained him a little, but he still had enough energy to snap his fingers and teleport them both to another land.
He'd done a continental teleport this time -- taking her to the sandy deserts of North Chad in central Africa. He'd got it exactly right -- as he'd done many times before. They stood beside a group of children attached to small traveling camp into the distance. The child had wandered out too far into the sand, as many of them do, and was too dehydrated to make his way back home. The heat was hurting him -- killing him -- and Desmond looked at Aurora. The look said nothing but 'trust me' and 'I have faith in you'.
"Give him some ice, Miss Mirren," he murmured and sat back to let her perform her craft.
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 9, 2018 15:27:32 GMT -5
Desmond looked on -- almost like a proud father in that moment, as he saw her struggle but succeed. It had been a push but she had risen to the challenge.
Desmond picked up the ice crystals and gave them to the boy, saying in his native tongue "do not be afraid, this will help you." With the effects of dehydration lifted, the boy hobbled back to the camp and Desmond gently teleported them back to his office.
"Marvelous," he whispered. "Simply marvelous!"
"I'm sure you're quite exhausted after today but Miss Mirren, if I dare say so, you have quite a gift. Something very precious, very rare. Often squandered but when it's savored it's...it's very special indeed," he told her, voice tender like a caring mentor rather than a harsh one.
"Feel free to leave for your home, but you are also most welcome to take a room in the dormitory hall. They have enchanted door-signs on the front that tell you whether or not you're free. Summon a ghost, if you want to -- there's summoning bells inside. They can get you anything you want to eat."
"And if someone dare question's you, tell them you're a personal guest of Doctor Bronze -- that should be enough to get them to button it," he said at last then bowed and left her by the portal back to the dormitory hallway.
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 9, 2018 15:28:37 GMT -5
[[Ok I must leave for sleeping time. Ttyl. ]]
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Post by leobloise on May 9, 2018 18:45:48 GMT -5
aH, sorry for not being to respond yet. I'll try to get it out tomorrow. I've just been really busy with soccer and the school play.))
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 10, 2018 13:01:25 GMT -5
[[ leobloise my dude it is perfectly alright. I also have a horribly busy life rn I don't like it. What play is your school doing?]] [[ Sparkly ye! I shall start!]] "Miss Mirren, could you fetch me Odard Mikels compendium on geological anchors for temporis thaumaturgists?" Desmond asked, rifling through a collection of papers on his desk by the big window. It had been three weeks since he'd met the girl, and they'd been the best few weeks he'd had in twenty years or so. She was a marvel! Smarter than any student, by far, and more skilled in thaumaturgy than even some of the lecturers. She'd been helping out for a few weeks, but that wasn't nearly enough. It had come across his mind that he hadn't taken an official apprentice -- she'd be perfect. "Oh, and I fixed the broken portal summoner that came with your room in the dormitory hall. I put it beside the kettle in the room with that silly fox that sings jazz," he added, a little smirk on his face as he'd initially said he'd have to give it to a colleague to fix and he'd done it himself. |
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on May 10, 2018 13:09:03 GMT -5
"Yep!" Aurora replied, looking up from the book she was poring through. She quickly got up, setting off. She'd basically been living in the Society building for the past few weeks, only occasionally returning 'Home' (It wasn't really home at this point) to fetch something that she needed. It had been Aurora's idea of Heaven - She was learning, growing, actually doing something other than reading and chores! Although, she did wonder if her parents would ever decide to come and fetch her back before they left... Australia, was it? Or maybe Austria. Those countries were easily mixed up, and it wasn't like she cared about that after finding this new idea of life.
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 10, 2018 13:20:38 GMT -5
Desmond glared into a portalic microscope, hand stretching out to the side for the book. When Aurora passed it to him he cackled and delved into it. Then, he tried a few spells on the thing in the portalic microscope and then finally found it.
"Aha!" he announced, then tried one last spell, but that one failed.
"Oh...oh no. No no no!"
He took another look at the microscope.
"Blast it! There's no way I can...unless--"
He took a note of the time and date, then cast a spell -- vanishing from his workshop -- then came back in through the portal in completely different clothing.
"That's the problem with travelling back in time, it's possible, but it's the jumps forward that are finally more difficult..."
"Luckily, I can put myself into stasis. I just had an eighty year long nap!" he said and held out a bottle of sand. "All to get this -- sand, that I was born onto -- enough of a geological tether to keep me safe when experimenting with time travel. I took a few stops along the way though." He held out a flower, it was a apple blossom, with purple around the edges.
"It was from a tree a few yards from your house -- You might have known it as a child. Saw your little brother -- well, he would've been your big brother -- will be, your big brother. Sorry. You were only an unborn."
He paused and looked away. An idiot he'd been to bring up her parents again.
"I-It's only a souvenir -- not that important," he said, trying to make up for his mistake.
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 11, 2018 1:47:45 GMT -5
[[waaah sorry for mad disappearing act last night I got unwell]]
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 14:50:16 GMT -5
(I may be able to convince my mom to give me my laptop back. If not sorry.)
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 12, 2018 16:35:45 GMT -5
Desmond shook his head. "No...forgive me, it was a cheep trick -- and I didn't mean to bring back memories of home when I...don't know how much your personal life is of happiness to you," he said -- not daring to look her in the eye as he did so. Usually, Desmond never got to the point where he was actually curious of his student's lives outside of their studies but over the past few weeks he'd grown to care for Aurora -- she wasn't quite like a daughter to him, but it was definitely getting there. [Aaaaaaaaand I got sicker last night as well. Jesus I'm not good at this 'being well' thing. @angelfur don't worry is chill -- my mum used to do that to me as well. Sparkly do you want me to instigate the parents being evil plot or should you do it?]] |
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Post by Morior on May 14, 2018 0:22:35 GMT -5
Literacy: a few lines to two paragraphs
Tuncay Terzi // M // Human // Born October 6th 1984 (34 years old and looks about 30)
His name is pronounced “Tun-jai”.
Tuncay is less than average height standing at 5’7” with a wider but strong build. He has a squarish jaw, rounded chin, triangular nose and wide low cheekbones. He has a very expressive face, prominent brow-line and almond-shaped deep red-coloured eyes. He has broad shoulders, thick but short torso, muscular arms and legs. His skin is a slightly tanned olive skin-tone but still pale-looking in contrast to his dark almost black hair. He keeps his hair and facial hair cropped short when he can.
He’s been mute since he was a child so all his communication is done through writing, body language or facial expressions, luckily he is naturally very expressive and emotive. Even despite not speaking he is still very awkward in social situations, and just sticks close to anyone he knows like their shadow. He is used to being out on his own and is a very experienced for his age, he often goes out camping or hunting on his own and can survive out in the wilderness for months. He’s also trained with a number of different weapons especially javelins he’s an expert at, sort of as a hobby. While he’s not academically smart and couldn’t care less about books and schooling, he’s very practical, clever and resourceful when it comes to the field. He managed to get into the military as early as he could and served for nearly 15 years before he left, since he could no longer climb the ranks up to commanding roles due to his muteness.
His eyes used to be a natural dark brown however they became red reportedly because of a thaumaturgic spell, or curse rather, that makes him see ghosts and the spirits of the dead all the time, and unable to stop seeing them however much he tries. It also seems to cause occasional migraines or spells of blurry vision.
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 14, 2018 12:23:40 GMT -5
(Can you do it? I'm bad at reading cues for plots, LOL.) Aurora took a deep breath, glancing down at her feet. "It's fine. I'm not offended in the slightest. Besides, how could I be angry at you at all after all you've done for me? If I'd never met you, I'd probably be some random girl, never to achieve anything much. But now..." She gestured to the room around them with one hand. "Now, I've more than doubled my knowledge in less than a month." Desmond squinted his face. "Well," he said. "It's likely that someone would have found you if I hadn't -- there are 'talent scouts' for thaumaturgy that would have spotted you. But some of them could have...well, lead you on a very different path," With that, he left the room for a moment then brought fourth a large tome, bound in purple velvet and embroidered with gold titled 'The Bristolian Charter'. He handed it to Aurora. "This," he said, "is the code of the society -- the rules, so to speak." "Thaumaturgy is powerful. I could kill men with the flick of my hand -- imagine if I was so weak morally that I killed politicians? That I used my powers to make myself a country leader? Or a King?" "There's lots of legal scruples in the charter, but the underlying principle is this -- do not use your thaumaturgy to do anything that would cross another individuals will, unless that individual is doing so themselves. It can be a pain, really. I've had to let thieves get away and let my own family make foolish choices -- but it saves more than it hurts." He looked off to the side, hesitant about what he was going to say next. "Some people don't like it -- I understand that. And if you don't agree with it then that's okay. I'd never be able to make your rank as my apprentice official though if you didn't." "...Your parents, according to the documents, also didn't support it." |
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Post by Lilystar88 on May 14, 2018 12:24:18 GMT -5
[[ Morior will get your character up presently! ]] |
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Post by Sparkly on May 14, 2018 12:53:48 GMT -5
(Can you do it? I'm bad at reading cues for plots, LOL.) Aurora took a deep breath, glancing down at her feet. "It's fine. I'm not offended in the slightest. Besides, how could I be angry at you at all after all you've done for me? If I'd never met you, I'd probably be some random girl, never to achieve anything much. But now..." She gestured to the room around them with one hand. "Now, I've more than doubled my knowledge in less than a month." Desmond squinted his face. "Well," he said. "It's likely that someone would have found you if I hadn't -- there are 'talent scouts' for thaumaturgy that would have spotted you. But some of them could have...well, lead you on a very different path," With that, he left the room for a moment then brought fourth a large tome, bound in purple velvet and embroidered with gold titled 'The Bristolian Charter'. He handed it to Aurora. "This," he said, "is the code of the society -- the rules, so to speak." "Thaumaturgy is powerful. I could kill men with the flick of my hand -- imagine if I was so weak morally that I killed politicians? That I used my powers to make myself a country leader? Or a King?" "There's lots of legal scruples in the charter, but the underlying principle is this -- do not use your thaumaturgy to do anything that would cross another individuals will, unless that individual is doing so themselves. It can be a pain, really. I've had to let thieves get away and let my own family make foolish choices -- but it saves more than it hurts." He looked off to the side, hesitant about what he was going to say next. "Some people don't like it -- I understand that. And if you don't agree with it then that's okay. I'd never be able to make your rank as my apprentice official though if you didn't." "...Your parents, according to the documents, also didn't support it." "I think that it's a good thing that it exists," Aurora replied decisively. "I mean, without it, thaumaturgists could do so many things that others couldn't, and nobody would be able to stop them..." She trailed off as she realised something, freezing up. She looked up at Desmond, blinking owlishly. "Did you say that my parents don't support this?" Oh no. This was bad. Very, very bad. |
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Post by Morior on May 14, 2018 17:05:10 GMT -5
(Thanks, is there anywhere I can start?)
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2018 10:31:44 GMT -5
(hey im still grounded. sorry.)
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