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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 2, 2007 21:57:58 GMT -5
Gyan pressed his hands to the Mirror, gazing into it. It was his hearts desire, the world clean from evil, but it did not tear at his heart as it did with most people. Infact, it revitilised him, reminding him that it WILL happen.
He sighed, and his warm breath created a misty fog across it's perfect surface, dissapearing after a few seconds.
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 23, 2007 15:44:10 GMT -5
Steps echoed only faintly in the room, rebounding across depricated walls and assorted cobwebs only casually scattered about.
Ranyr's head turned with her eyes as they wandered with all the liberation they could muster around the room. She had ended up here not necessarily on accident--she would never let herself be led astray--but not intentionally either.
Something of an investigation journey for the curious.
At last, she noted another body's presence and eyed it with scrutiny. A boy, apparantly-- and of her house? She frowned in curiousity. What kind of male would stand so mesmerized in front of a mirror? He must be gay, she concluded. Continuing on her little impulsive 'journey' she walked towards him, her intention obvious in her stride, and tapped him on the shoulder, standing perpendicular to his figure.
"What are you doing up here?"
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 24, 2007 16:00:30 GMT -5
Gyan had heard the intruder walk in and saw their reflection in the mirror. He closed his eyes and said "Thinking".
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 24, 2007 22:06:06 GMT -5
Ranyr chewed on the inside of her cheek. Well, how absolutely amazing; that certainly was an unexpectedly intricate response. How ever will she reply to all of it? Deciding against such a thing, she nodded absentmindedly, turning her head to look in the mirror herself.
"Oh," she said simply to express her understanding, her expression saddened. Her eyes turned back to the boy.
"You have a name?" Ranyr prodded.
She knew what the mirror was... and wondered what he saw out of curiousity and interest seeing as he was so... drawn into it. But of course, had to get through the formalities first....
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 25, 2007 15:46:20 GMT -5
Gyan blinked and turned from the mirror and faced the stranger, looking into her eyes. "My name's Gyan." He said with a small grin. "I guess I'm not the only one out of bed.
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 26, 2007 17:40:50 GMT -5
Ranyr stared back at him blankly, her face lacking expression.
"No... not at all." She made a small half-smile at him out of politeness. "Ranyr. I'm Ranyr."
Ranyr's eyes turned to the mirror again, but the rest of her remained still, save for her arms which swung by her sides like pendulums. She looked at him again. "Well? What do you see?"
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 26, 2007 18:56:24 GMT -5
Gyan turned around, his own hands holding eachother behind his back. He gazed into the mirror for a second and replied. "The world rid from evil." He said quietly. "And what draws you down here so late at night?"
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 26, 2007 20:41:01 GMT -5
"That's silly," she retorted, not even bothering to hold herself back. She meant it sincerely too. If one had studied things involved in a evil-less realm then... well, it's wasn't exactly all too interesting and rather-- the idea was too much of a paradox for this realm to even consider. Ranyr, therefore, found it silly. Her own goals where kept at an attainable level.
"Simply curious. I'm new to the school," she admitted, glancing once more about the room, "And thought I'd explore it some. It's definately interesting. And vast... and quite prestiged to be able to hold such items as this." Her hand gestured to the mirror.
"Do you come here often?" she queried, head cocked quizitively to the side.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 26, 2007 20:46:17 GMT -5
Gyan smiled. Roughly two, mabey three thousand thoughts just swarmed through his head. He blinked and said. "Yes, it is silly."
He turned and sat down on the marble floor. "No, I was actually on my way to the dungeons, but I figured I could steal a glance into the mirror."
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 26, 2007 20:50:02 GMT -5
"The dungeons?" Ranyr seemed positively aghast. "Why have you any need to go into the dungeons!?"
Ranyr was unaware the school had any dungeons... much less that they were open access. Then again, they might not have been considering this room most likely wasn't either and it was rather difficult to enter. Also, along with the typical connotation of 'dungeon', Ranyr pictured a rather dark and dank place, full of mold, chains, and skeletons. Which didn't seem all too pleasant.
"Could I come too?"
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 26, 2007 20:54:44 GMT -5
Gyan smiled. "Certainly you can come. I could use the company."
He stood up and brushed his clothes off. "Well, I'm low on potions ingrediants, and I've also beeh hearing rumors of a Cerebrus living in the dungeons. Which is why I brought this" He said, walking over and pulling a cloth guitar case from the shadows. He smiled again. "Your safe with me"
[If you don't know, a Cerebrus meaning another kind of monster like Fluffy from the Sorcerers Stone]
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 26, 2007 21:00:30 GMT -5
[[Haha... for some reason I was thinking Cerebellum when I saw that... so thank you. xD ]]
Ranyr clasped her hands over her mouth to muffle a gasp, which honestly didn't need muffling but had become an instinctive reaction when she felt the need. The young girl looked about her apprehensively. What kind of school kept a Cerberus? In the dungeon? And what a lack of security if they hadn't been caught yet.... Ranyr halted her thoughts for the time being, however, as they simply started to agitate her.
"Sounds--... entertaining, then," she replied. It did. Her eyes briefly ran over the guitar. She didn't find it the most soothing instrument [Ranyr preferred the violin] but she supposed anything musical would work, yes? Her self-induced adventure hadn't ended yet.
Ranyr turned on her heel, facing, now, the door out and headed in it's direction with a rather quirky skip.
"What do you need the potions for though?"
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 26, 2007 21:03:59 GMT -5
"Ingrediants, not potions. I keep a healthy stock of inhrediants. You never know when you'll need them." Gyan said as he slung his guitar case over his back. The old accousic guitar had been a gift from his brother and was slapped with all kinds of sickers supporting muggle bands and such.
"One of the ingrediants I need is powdered Cerebrus fang."
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Post by Ranyr Crenova on Sept 26, 2007 21:07:09 GMT -5
[[Haha... oops, that was my fault. ]]
Ranyr made a visible cringe, sticking her tongue out at Gyan.
"You're going to cut it off him?" she asked, faintly disgusted at the thought.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Sept 26, 2007 21:09:53 GMT -5
Gyan chuckled. "It'll be asleep. C'mon, follow me. I know a couple secret passages"
He said. Nodded towards Raynr snf lead her out of the room, sliding through an opening though a nearby wall not too long after.
-Exit Gyan-
I guess I'll start a thread in the Dungeons? Sorry for the bit of god
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