Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Apr 30, 2006 0:18:15 GMT -5
Eleven-thirty PM, on the eve of James' seventeenth birthday. The day when, according to wizard law, he would be a man. He stood on the south edge of the ruins of Drakborough. The fog surrounding the former village of Drakborough was heavy, a burden almost.
This was to be the meeting spot where three wizards, himself included, would leave to travel Europe, gathering resources and allies for the final battle with the Society of Shadows. Even then, that help might not be enough. What would it take? He had asked himself this question several hundred times in the days following the Battle of Drakborough. The answer was quite simple, yet vague. Unsatisfying, but reassuring.
Whatever it takes, it must be done.
He was waiting for Miles Landon and the elementalist Chris. Talon had insisted on coming along on this trip. But, it was dangerous, the Shadows might attack while they were away. Then what? They have all the time they needed to discover the secrets of the palace, to gain control of whatever evils lay beneath the surface. No, Talon must stay, his excuse was that James was a student, and his duty as headmaster was to protect his charges even one as capable as James. If it came down to that, James would simply drop out of Firefox University. His own safety could not be placed above the greater good. That was that.
Now, a figure approached him out of the fog, steadily moving towards him. One of the other two, no doubt.
*The steady thud of boots as they fell atop the already packed dirt of a deserted city resonated off each abandoned home. A light fog spread across a man's face as his pace stayed steady and unwavered. His thoughts were on nothing more than Talon staying behind to practically guard the castle on his own. 'The poor fool tries to be more and more like Agiel every day.'
Chris let his head sag slightly as he walked, his brownish-blonde hair falling to cover what was left visible of his face, the cool air pressing hard in his lungs. His leg was still unfortunately urging him to treat the wound himself. He could do so but it was a good reminder of his own carelessness. His safety in the future would be a lot more important than a small shot of pain here and there.
He looked up again and noticed one of the students. He had never met either of them before. Maybe they wouldnt be so hard to protect but the worst kind of journey would be one where hed have to save two students constantly instead of thinking about how to defeat these new forces.
It should have been no problem. This Scorpion society had nothing special; they werent gods. No more were they the army of vampires he had faced a few years ago. Or the countless other wars Chris had ended up fighting after he graduated from the school. Why was it so hard for him to focus? Maybe a trip into Europe would do him some good and give him time to think. His allies of the past were definitely stronger, but he would have to see how things panned out. Either way a sense of foreboding was all that weighed on his mind as he finally made it up to the student. He looked up and gave him a grin while extending his right hand out.*
"Im sure youre well aware at this point since im not your friend, but im Chris."bg
tonight ill bang out another shitty song thats unsatisfying its been so fucking long since i really felt any other way tonight ill crumple up these lyrics and throw them away -The Lawrence Arms
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Apr 30, 2006 12:54:02 GMT -5
((ummm...Chris did meet James before. In Drakborough...))
James shook his hand, "Of course, did you think I'd forget you so quickly? Now we shall wait for Miles, he should have been first to show up though, he lives right around here. Or lived I should say." Miles had shown him the pile of rubble that had been his apartment. All that he could find was his harmonica. A pity.
"Remember though, friends are made quite quickly on the battlefield. As well as enemies." He changed the subject. "Once Miles gets here, I shall summon the Knight Bus. We have to leave as soon as possible."bg
Post by Miles Landon on Apr 30, 2006 13:16:02 GMT -5
Miles now approached the meeting spot. He had discovered more than his harmonica. With a little digging, he uncovered his trunk. Unscathed, it held only two changes of clothing for him, but it had his favorite bomber jacket so it wasn't a complete loss. The fog held no secrets for him, his lycan senses piercing it easily. He could see James and that Chris guy talking. They were waiting for him. He sped up his walk and came upon them quickly.
"Hello, James. You're Chris, I presume? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Miles Landon." He turned back to James, "We ready to go?" We was not anxious to stick around. Drakborough held nothing more for him.bg
*He gave a grin to both of the students. Talon was obviously aware of his general distrust of the Lycan kind. Odd that he would be suggested as the appropriate bodyguard but he trusted Talon knew what he was doing. He felt the wind blow fog from behind his back towards the outskirts of town. Lycan or not he was a student himself and thus most likely not an issue of attacks. The poor kid did lose his home to the Scorpion group so Chris would do his best to keep him from harm as well. If there was something these two were specifically looking for maybe it would be of some use after all. Chris had been around Europe and the States quite a bit and didnt know what these two could possibly hope to accomplish against these terrorists. Who can tell the future anyway? He then turned toward Mustang as the breeze died down.*
"So where exactly are we off to?"bg
tonight ill bang out another shitty song thats unsatisfying its been so fucking long since i really felt any other way tonight ill crumple up these lyrics and throw them away -The Lawrence Arms
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on May 1, 2006 22:18:09 GMT -5
"Miles is here at my request not Talon's. Don't worry about him, he takes his potion."
James went over his plans one more time in his head before he told Chris.
"First, we go to Liverpool, my parent's house. My father had a large weapons cache under the house. We'll be sure to bring back as many as we can. We spend the night at the house and head into London. There are a few people we need to track down. Then we'll head to Dublin, get master alchemist Jonas Gideon on the team. He owes a couple of favors so he shouldn't be too hard. After that, we need to track down my cousin, Mickey O'Neil. After that, Nice, Munich, Venice, and wherever else we might need to go."
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