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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/30/2016 10:02:05 PM
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Here, I'll take a look at that...
[i]He flipped through the book carefully, making sure not to damage it. When he reached the page, he studied it a moment; capturing the image in his mind. He intently looked up to an open space in fromt of him and raised his right index finger, a trail of soft blue light following the strokes he made in the air. Attempting to draw it, he frowned, wiping away the light with an open palm and starting again. [/i]
Should be rather easy if you channel your mana to the centre right as you draw. Therefore as you go on, that energy will spread easier, making the rune activate a little faster. Although, you need to memorize it's structure first. So odd... yet fascinating...
[i]His numerous absent-minded attempts became sharper and more accurate as he went. The look in her eyes as he mentioned the dark arts bothered him, though; he felt the need to explain.[/i]
Runes are platonic; meaning, you need the requirements and the mana, and then you get the results. The arcane arts I learned are more emotionally centred; the mage's state of mind affects everything. Usually the strongest have a lot of emotions to work with, and a personal connection to the areas he works in. As most soldiers would call it, experience.
The dark arts dwell in horribly dark reaches of the mind, as it's the most inhumane and tolling. Mainly why it's not taught freely; it's not for everyone. I can assure you with certainty whatever you think of the dark arts is way too light from what it actually is.
[i]Each attempt at the rune came closer and closer to perfection, yet, he was always a little bit off and he'd always stopped before he completed it since he wasn't satisfied.[/i]
And as for my name, I'm sorry. Though, you may have heard my others; Ragnell, Alondite, Lightbringer, Archsage... all titles those who know me have heard. One day you may know my real name. That is... if you stick around long enough.
[i]He almost said "If you stay alive long enough", but refrained from it. So many had died getting to know him, and it hurt. But with a smile, he looked at her and nodded.[/i]
It's good you are curious, though. You seem to have been raised well haha.
[i]He couldn't help but laugh at how stupid that sounded, but it was a compliment nonetheless.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa merely watched as Alonfé attempted draw the rune, listening to his words; she wasn't a very accomplished mage, and thus tried to learn everything she could from one that was. She was impressed that he could get a a rune as complex as the one he was practicing to as good as he got it, guessing that he had delved into runic magic before. If it was his first time, however, then Alyssa would be beyond surprised. She had spent the majority of the day and night studying that very rune, and it was right near perfection; a few more hours of studying and practicing, and soon she'd be able to restore mana in a fight while evading. The thought made her giddy with excitement, even if she knew that she wasn't the best in a fight, and probably wouldn't be able to dodge either way. She turned her face up towards Alon's as he began speaking of the dark arts, intrigue and a little bit of fright showing on her face. His knowledge of magic was extremely different from hers, Alyssa realized. While she spent her twenty-three years sitting at a desk, back hunched over a book, Alon was likely traveling the world and learning magic first-hand. In many ways, that way of learning was much better than the way Alyssa had learnt it; she silently cursed herself for not being able to actually experience magic in a real fight, like what the out-of-control kids at the academy did, starting brawls in the hallways and the blacktops. Suddenly, she realized that the "out-of-control" kids probably were more magically advanced than Alyssa; she had never used her magic in actual combat before, and the realization pained her, an expression that was easily shown on her freckled face.[/i] "Mr. Alonfé," [i]Alyssa began slowly, unsure, really, what to think about the way he spoke of the dark arts.[/i] "If these dark arts are as tolling as you say... do you mind if I ask, why are you studying them?" [i]She guessed that Alon would most certainly be able to handle the tolls that that particular magic required, but what she really wanted to know was why anybody want to use such a grueling, horrible magic.[/i]
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[i]He sighed as he closed the tome, the runes it held a mystery for him to solve another day. Seemingly having already learned it, he set the book back to the table and leaned back a little on the couch as he looked into her eyes as she spoke, seeing her emotions clearly.[/i] It's better to know what your opponent might use than walk in blindly; like you, I was curious. It was the magic most powerful, and proficient, at killing living things. Also, as I've learned, encompassing ancient torture magic. And really; if you face insurmountable odds, any advantage is to the better. Knowing darkness makes it easier to light a path. So I'd say it's a benefit. No matter how gruesome it may be. [i]Her curious gaze still felt like she wanted more information, and he sighed, nodding anyways.[/i] Dismemberment, implosion of bodily organs and tissue, impenetrable and consuming objects, banishment, forced insanity, manipulation; and possibly worst of all, the control over dark energy. So living shadows. They can accomplish all this and more, and it takes a certain type of mind to will those things into action. I have no trouble bearing the magical toll; it's just, unlike other magic, there's a mental toll too. Unlike pulling a trigger, the magic makes it feel as if you are gutting the enemy. It's much more... personal. [i]The mention brought a glistening veil of sadness over his eyes, old memories hitting him hard. It was obvious he'd used these fell arts before, and for some obvious reasons, he highly regretted it. Although, the look in her eyes grabbed his attention.[/i] Don't worry about these things, though. Experience will come to you soon; besides, this is the Dojo. A safe-ish place to grow stronger. I can study the fell arts, and you can practice combat. I may even help you out if I'm bored, though still, I have a lot to do. And so do we. [i]He smiled to her, looking into her eyes with a sense of awe as he examined their colour, fascinated a moment before redirecting his attention elsewhere.[/i] And you don't have to call me "Mister". It feels really weird; just Alonfé, or Alon. We're friends, so no biggie, right?
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[i]Alyssa was silent for a moment, contemplating Alon's words. Suddenly, she burst into hysterical laughter; the strangeness of it all, being awoken by a distress signal, a strange man knocking on her window, and suddenly, a conversation about something as serious as the dark arts—and it ends in talking about friends! It was simply too much for Alyssa. Eventually, she calmed down, breathing deeply, her cheeks rosy from all the sudden, ridiculous laughter. She shook her head, sighing.[/i] "Sorry," [i]She murmured, inwardly beating herself up for exploding like that.[/i] "I've a habit of going hysterical when things get too serious," [i]She added apologetically. Just then, a loud clunk was heard from the open window at which Alonfé had came in. Turning her head, Alyssa's bright green eyes widened. A large, rectangular prism sat there, probably being thrown through the window. It was ticking quickly, counting the milliseconds. Alyssa quickly leaned forward, grabbing a handful of essays and notes.[/i] "Hut!" [i]She yelled briskly, and the papers were gone, having transmuted into a large, thick, titanium wall. The rectangular prism exploded suddenly, blowing the wall of the apartment to bits. The titanium wall, however, shielded the two from the explosion. Multiple bombs were thrown into neighboring apartments, and those inhabits were not so lucky.[/i] ((MP= 750 – [i]x[/i])) ((MP= 750 – 100)) ((MP= 650))
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[i]Alon had already jumped up, having rolled over her and held his hands out to his sides to block the blast with his body. Seeing the wall rise up caught him off guard, and he looked back at her as the bomb went off with a look of admiration. The explosion didn't faze him much, but the ones that went off in neighbouring buildings did. [/i] It's the thought that counts, yeah? [i]Her thoughts wandered on why he put himself willingly in harms way to block the explosive, possibly a fatal error, since he seemingly didn't plan on using magic at all. But he was already up and out the now dramatically expanded window with or without her. Right before he jumped out, he yelled back to her.[/i] C'mon! He can't be that far ahead if he just threw it. [i]A gleam of excitement shone in his eyes; the hidden sadness of death on the horizon irking him, but he was already ready to move on. It was obvious he's been through much, much worse.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa watched Alonfé in awe, wondering to herself as he threw himself into harms way for a person he barely knew. The look in Alon's eyes made Alyssa think; how could somebody remain so calm, even excited, during the heat of battle? She grit her teeth, and sprinted for a cardboard box. Not thinking, she pulled out a few random articles of clothing, swiftly changing from her loose pajamas into tight, skinny jeans, a loose, white button-up shirt, and brown boots. Alyssa ran up to the window after changing, jumping out after Alonfé, landing with a hard thunk. She stood up, looking around for anybody suspicious.[/i] "They might've ran," [i]Alyssa murmured, sighing.[/i] ((Short reply, I'm tired))
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[i]Alon smiled to her, looking her up and down. It wasn't what he'd call the best combat apparel, but then again, here he was in a muscle shirt and sweatpants. Waving her over, he decided to just run to her; he grabbed her arm, pulling her in the direction of an aura he sensed. It couldn't have gone far.[/i] Warehouse 286; know of a place like that? That's what I heard the guy in the telegraph say, at least. [i]Raising his arm, he drew quick strokes in the air, the lines hanging as a soft blue light as he formed a quick and simple rune in less than a second. Pushing it forward like a huge button, it dissipated as Alyssa was covered in a soft light; her legs felt lighter, and she could feel her mana restoring.[/i] So you can hopefully keep up; I'm a fast runner. Let's go, Lisa! [i]He took off at a sprint, surprisingly fast for his height and weight; almost unheard of, even. The ground crunched under his steps as he took off with force between each lengthy stride, and when Alyssa found it in herself to run too, she found her so going forward with speed that matched his. The cool night air struck at their lungs like a hammer on a gong, but it pricked at their minds until they were fully attentive. Smoke and fire rose from the neighbouring buildings; although, other warriors and legends were already awake and looking around as they put out the hazards. Alon smiled. It had been quite some time since he'd been out and about with another person; although it was under dangerous circumstances, he couldn't help but laugh. This was why he came to the Dojo; so he wouldn't be alone.[/i] You know what we're looking for at all? I mean, I'm just following whoever I think did this; you remember anything else from the telegraph? [i]His voice came out clear, not jarring at all from the sustained sprint. Conditioning for him seemed top-notch; the more he seemed to surprise her, the more questions she had about him. How he came here, why he was here; and even the dark arts intrigued her. In due time, she'd ask these questions; but the matter at hand was quite urgent.[/i]
