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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 13, 2016 23:31:48 GMT -5
"Better than you being a tripping hazard in the hallway," he retorted, looking over at Emory. "Still feeling sore?" he asked, watching her, not missing the look on her face when she put weight on the leg.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 14, 2016 0:09:46 GMT -5
"Just a little. Its probably because I haven't been in the training room for the entire week," She explained quickly, hands in her pockets in a rather relaxed stance. She paused at her door, taking a moment before opening it and stepping inside. In the room lay a bed with a slightly frayed dark blue comforter on it that was made military style. On top of the comforter lay a few books, all annotated in, and about 20 sheets of paper strewn on it. She sighed, taking the papers and putting them in one messy clump on her desk, where the rest of her papers lay. She took the books and put them on her small bookshelf she had for personal books, blinking away the sleep in her eyes. She then dusted off the cookie crumbs on her comforter and moved the coffee mug that was precariously perched on the edge to her nightstand.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 0:29:06 GMT -5
Michael motioned to the notebooks and pens he'd bought and placed on her desk. "Looks like the room needs a little TLC," he commented playfully as he glanced around. "Also, while you napped, I got you a few notebooks and pens. Try to use them sparingly." He picked up the coffee mug and just shook his head. "I'll take that," he said.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 14, 2016 0:36:44 GMT -5
"Its plenty loved," She retorted, before picking up the thick notebooks, swiping the papers off of the top of them, where she had thrown them earlier. "Thank you!" She said, grabbing a blue colored pen, writing something that looked like "Battle Notes" on the top of it. She glanced at the coffee mug, trying to grab it back, "Hey, its not finished yet! Its still halfway full!" She protested, trying to take it back. She had been hoping to copy off all of her annotations, planning an all nighter so she could do it.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 0:39:15 GMT -5
"No," he said holding the mug above his head. "You need sleep. Whatever you plan on doing tonight, well, it can wait until morning." Michael gave Emory a look, a side of him that others usually didn't see, a protective, older brother side. "You need to rest, especially after today's sparring training." It had been a long practice session and he knew, as well as Emory did, that she was drained and would need the sleep if she were to continue functioning.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 14, 2016 1:06:36 GMT -5
(Who needs to function) She scowled at him, before sighing and jumping onto her bed, scooting over to give him some room. "Okay. Fine." She relented, not surprised by his other side showing. Even before they had become Parabatai, they had been close, and she had seen it before. "So, are you going to tell me?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes at the boy. She refused to go to sleep until she heard about what he saw. She knew it had to be something odd, Michael wouldnt have made her wait until they where in the safety of her room if it wasn't something not for prying ears.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 1:26:07 GMT -5
Michael nodded and put the mug of coffee down closest to him as he sat down on her bed. Michael shrugged. "It was weird, how Dylan and Ashton were acting," he said, unsure of what it actually meant. But he didn't want to really read into it. "I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm seeing things, but it just felt off. I don't know. And I really... don't actually care. It was just odd." It was true, it was odd to Michael, but he did not really care about any further meaning.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 1:43:24 GMT -5
Michael nodded with another shrug, careful not to knock Emory off his shoulder. He smiled and leaned back against the head of the bed. "You're so tired," he said, poking fun at her gently. "Aren't you glad I'm around to make sure you actually rest?" he asked, grinning down at his "younger" sister.
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Post by Bαмвoo on Sept 14, 2016 6:41:49 GMT -5
Hydra glared at Austin. "I was making a point!" She looked at Matthew. "I don't understand. What's it supposed to test?"
[Sorry this is so short lol we've been stuck on this part for ages]
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 13:34:10 GMT -5
"Just go with it," Austin advised as he walked to the further well. He faced it and waited for further instructions from Matthew. "Face the well. Take a feather from the bowl placed to your left and tell it what you will be doing with the pigeon. Let the feather fall down the well. The results will determine whether or not you are fit to receive one." Austin nodded and did what the old man said to do. He whispered his intent to the feather, feeling slightly foolish and then released it, letting it drift down the well, making contact with the water.
"It sure is," he whispered, watching as she began to drift to sleep. Gently, Michael lowered her body to lay flat on the bed. On Emory's first day at the Institute, Michael was seven and he remembered his aunt trying to keep him and McKenzie from getting in trouble. He'd stumbled upon Emory, six at the time, and she did try to punch him in the face. He hadn't even done anything to her, but it was a little secret between the two of them, and Little McKenzie who stumbled upon the act.
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Post by Bαмвoo on Sept 14, 2016 14:48:41 GMT -5
Hydra copied Austin, and whispered her own words to the feather. It, too, drifted down to the floor. She wondered, would the feather be able to tell if she were lying? What was so special about the feather, anyway? Was it like the Mortal-Sword, but for fae? Funny, she'd never heard of it.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 15:35:46 GMT -5
Matthew looked at the two Fae and nodded, trying to figure out the results of the test were. There was something odd about the misalignment of answers, one of them was lying. He didn't know which one. He looked up at the two and nodded, "Okay, go ahead and select your pigeon," he said, looking over at Hydra and Austin.
[[ Sounds good ]] While Emory was asleep, Michael went to discard the the old mug of coffee and clean it, putting it on the rack.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 14, 2016 15:41:04 GMT -5
Emory jerked awake, per usual, as she woke up, sitting up so fast she felt dizzy for a moment. Rubbing her head tenderly she look around the darkness of her room and checked the time, which looked to be around 6 am. when did I fall asleep? she wondered, already wide awake as she slipped out of her bed and changed into some cleaner clothes- a oversized sweater and some jeans. She let out a small laugh, realizing how much of a mundane she must look like, most of her clothing hiding the runes that marked her. She shook her head before opening her bedroom door, wondering if Michael was asleep or training.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 16:22:33 GMT -5
Michael had gone to bed after he cleaned up in the kitchen. That morning, the first place that he'd gone to was the library. This was always how he started his mornings. He had a thick book before him and a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
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Post by Bαмвoo on Sept 14, 2016 16:27:02 GMT -5
Hydra glanced at Austin, waiting for him to make his choice. There must have been hundreds in that large room, and she wondered how they'd ever specifically decide. Perhaps they needed a special pigeon: a stronger one. It would be difficult to tell which.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 16:49:43 GMT -5
Austin looked around, sensing that it would be his choice as to which pigeon to select. He finally chose one, a pigeon on the larger side, powerful with a large wingspan, with a silvery coloring. He looked at Matthew who simply nodded and went back to his pile of books and paper. "Let's go," he said, looking at the pigeon in the cage before him.
McKenzie smiled, liking his word choice: babe last night and this morning, boyfriend. "You're not a bad boyfriend," she answered, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "You're perfect. It's not like you could have stopped it from happening."
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 19:21:36 GMT -5
Michael heard the door open and glanced at his watch, for the time, knowing exactly who it was, even before she spoke. "Hey," he answered, not looking up. He held up the cover of the book, still reading. It was a thick book that had to do with fighting in groups. Synchronized group attacks, but not mirrored. At least, that was the section he was on. It was one of the many books in the Institute Library that had to do with fighting skills and tactics.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 14, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -5
Michael nodded and moved the book out of the way. "Do you have pens on you?" he mused, teasing her as he set the book back on the table. He nodded, "Yeah, synchronized moves. Not mirrored like we had yesterday, but a little bit more offensive."
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Post by Bαмвoo on Sept 14, 2016 20:35:16 GMT -5
Hydra hurried out after Austin, with a nod of thanks to Matthew. "So we've got the pigeon. What do we do now? Where are we going?" She asked, as soon as they were out of Matthew's earshot. She was getting quite frustrated with his lack of detailed answers-or answers at all. Shrugging seemed to be his main form of communication.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 15, 2016 2:31:10 GMT -5
Austin looked over at Hydra. "It was your idea. So what's the plan?" he asked. "We're getting away before Matthew thinks of a reason to make us bring the bird back." He looked at the cage in his hands and just shook his head. This was getting to be ridiculous.
Michael chuckled, looking back down at the book before the two of them. "There are a lot of moves in here," he answered absently, running his finger along the page as he read, taking in the details. "Hmmm," he murmured in response, obviously having fallen back into the intricacies the book laid out. "The mirror move was made for two Shadowhunters, these moves are more for a special unit or more than two," he answered, eyes running across the lettering.
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Post by ❧Ɠσℓ∂єηƝυggєт☙ on Sept 15, 2016 2:39:28 GMT -5
Finishing the page, Michael flipped to the next one, reading the continuing instructions. There were images to follow along as well, and he let the images fill his mind, coming alive with the move being described. He moved his hand to the mug off to the side of his now cool cocoa and finished it off - he'd been up for a while now - and set it back down carefully, eyes never leaving the book. "This seems doable," he muttered to himself, sort of forgetting his parabatai was beside him.
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