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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/7/2015 11:04:34 AM
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I chuckled a bit at that. "Well, there's not really much to tell. Have you ever heard the saying, "It is better to master one kick than to know a thousand?"" I shook my head. "That is basically what I did. My mentor, Samuel-12, helped my tune to arc, and then I simply blew stuff up with lightning for the next several hours. Nothing nearly so impressive as to warrant much excitement." I said as I gave her another smile.
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Edited by Hayleesi: 10/8/2015 3:52:49 AM"Ah the beauty of training..."I let a laugh out into the chilling air. "It's gruesome but your mentor is a wise man, he trained one of my teammates while I was under Pahanins wing." It was nice to have some company after an entire day on house arrest. To think I had to do it for another 6 days made me let out a sigh. I'm sure Cayde would need some help with paperwork, yes that's how desperate I had become. As we walked, I gave him a sidelong glance, a smile playing at my lips "I know you are eager to learn, just don't push yourself."
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I groaned at that. "Not you, too!" I said before chuckling. "Even so, there is never a deficiency of things to learn. Sam was even going to show me something in the Archives he thought I might be interested in. Let it never be said I would shy away from an opportunity at learning, even if it doesn't involve blowing stuff up." I said, sending a smirk her way, before softening. "In fact before I came here, I did everything I could to learn the language an culture of the City and its precursors. There is some fascinating stuff there, I must say: everything from stories of war heroes to poems about everyday people, from folklore and myths to fantastic fictions. Even though there is so little left, it is enough to see what it was like, and little enough to leave one begging for more. I spent almost every waking hour studying all I could get my hands on. It's how I speak City so well, and how I discovered the poem I drew my name from. You wouldn't happen to know it, would you?" I asked, sending a curious glance Artemis's way.
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"It happens that I know Henley's work very well."I said proudly, giving him a smile. "If I wasn't training with Pahanin, I'd sneak into the Archives and stay for hours...sometimes all night." I paised, giving him a curious look. "Why did that piece appeal to you so much?"
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 10/12/2015 11:29:50 AM"Why wouldn't it?" I asked with a chuckle, before sighing. "Truthfully, despite my efforts, I could not get my hands on much, and what I did was only enough to get a taste. Even so, that one piece spoke to me the moment I read it, and I have lived by those words since." I looked to her with a smile. "That doesn't mean I won't jump at the chance to learn more. It is only a fool who would turn away knowledge." Then I noticed that we had made it to her quarters. "Ah, it would seem we are here." [spoiler]By the way, this is kind of a meta explanation, because I actually don't know much in the way of poetry pr classic literature, I just really like that one poem. Sue me :P[/spoiler]
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Edited by Hayleesi: 10/12/2015 9:12:36 PM"It would seem so." I said with a small smile before turning to him fully. "Sammy will take good care of you, don't worry. Warlocks tend to focus on more knowledge and understanding of their power and the way everything functions...I bet you'll be spending more time in the archives then on the field here soon." I gave him my out of habit little polite bow and a smile. "Thank you for escorting me...Goodnight Invictus, sleep well." [spoiler]fraud! Lol its okay, I spend majority of my time reading and I like my classics[/spoiler]
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 10/13/2015 11:37:06 AMI smiled back. "And you as well." I said with a nod, before turning and leaving for the Archives. When I got there, Sam merely smiled and opened the door to the Archives. When I saw what was inside, my jaw dropped. Books. Rows and rows of books, all around a great hole in the center. When I walked over to the railing and looked down, there were even more books, stretching down for several levels. I took a step back, before my head snapped toward the shelves. I hurried over, and grabbed the first book to catch my eye, opening it. I devoured ever word: a story of heroes, the offspring of gods and mortal humans. When I closed the last book in the series, I looked up at Sam, who's eyes held equal parts amusement and astonishment. "Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were a starving man who read books to survive." I turned away at that, slightly embarrassed. "Ehehe, ah, right, sorry." He waved it off. "Bah, don't worry. I'm just glad you're enjoying yourself so much. As a Guardian, you have near-unlimited rights to the Archives, so stay as long as you want. In fact, I'll give you tomorrow off, since you worked so hard today. Just make sure you get some sleep at some point." He said with a knowing smirk, before turning to leave. "See you then." I took a moment to make sure he wasn't joking as he walked away, before I made a beeline for the shelves again. The last thing I heard from him was his laugh as he left. [i]~~~~~~time skip, mid-morning~~~~~~[/i] I strummed a few notes on my newly synthesized "electric guitar" as they were called, before I looked to the sheet music again. "Alright, let's see..." Then I started the piece I had chosen: an ancient song, name "I Wanna Rock" by its creators, a musical group by the name of "Twisted Sister". [spoiler]A fitting first piece, if I may say so myself. Perhaps not a good one for a beginner, but who cares. Also, no, I have very little musical talent, and thus cannot play the guitar. I can, however, still enjoy some good-old rock :)[/spoiler]
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I spent majority of my time in the confinement of my courtyard, investing well over three hours meditating. I had been warry at first, due to my experience the day prior but I gave in. With Invictus' words to soothe my worries, I played with my light, letting it flow more freely and I grew a better understanding of myself. An epiphany of sorts which made me feel more closure and peace, my inner turmoil dissipating into dust. I was interrupted by the tower chatter which was uncharacteristically loud. I extended my light and immediately grew excited as I sensed a familiar presence. Swiftly I stood and bolted out of the courtyard and crossed the tower, dodging guardians this way and that. I reached my quarry; A titan who stood tall on front of the medallion of the iron lords. He looked at me with his head cocked quizically before letting out a low chuckle. "Artemis...I almost hadn't recognized you outside your armor" He teased, reaching out and pulling me into an embrace. Guardians who had gathered to receive their buffs gave me an array of looks, but I only ignored them. "Well there's a lot to be caught up on Forge."I said, returning the gesture before pulling back. He honestly hadn't changed a bit since I last saw him, but perhaps that was for the better. "Ah, Cayde has caught me up to date with everything. Although I'm surprised to hear about your defection, I can understand the turn of events and you have my condolences Red."He said. I could hear the sympathy and pity in his voice, but I wanted none of it, so I waved it off with a polite smile. "It matters not, the vanguard will always be my home. Although I cannot stand this house arrest"I returned with a sigh. The titan let out a laugh before taking my hand and placing a small medal in my palm before closing it. "You cannot tame a warriors passion to fight, especially yours. Gear up and I'll deal with Cayde later."He said. I gave him a swift kiss on the side of his helmet before bolting towards my quarters. ♤~♤~♤~♤ Time skip ♤~♤~♤~♤ The familiar weight of armor had made me feel more at ease as I walked through the tower. I decided to see what my friend had been up to and had a feeling I'd know where he'd might be.
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As my fingers flew up and down the two stems - I had four arms, so why not? - of my custom-synthesized guitar, I felt strangely at ease. As though this was simply... right, like how it was right that I was now one of Light instead of Darkness. It was a good thing I had soundproofed my room, though, because I had a feeling that not everyone in the tower would enjoy the music of an amateur. However, that was soon fading, as with every passing minute, I felt myself improve. I had moved on from the songs of others, and every once-in-a-while, I would stop for a minute, look over the notes I had taken last night, make a small adjustment according to whatever I found, and go back to playing. Now, though, as I stopped, I thought a bit longer than usual, an idea forming in my head. "I wonder..." I spoke, searching my chin, before shrugging. "Well, might as well give it a try." I readied, and with one great strum, poured a bit of my Light into the instrument. From the speakers I had set up came the usual sound of the guitar, as well as a sound like thunder - Before each and every one of them exploded in a flash of sparks. When I uncovered my face, I looked around at the destruction, then looked a my hands and my instrument. "Great," chirped Gamma with a sigh. "Give me a minute, I'll have them back together quick." At that, I held up a hand. "Not yet," I said, another idea forming in my head. "Look through the notes for me. Was there any mention of using electricity to produce sound?" After a moment, he replied in the affirmative. "Yes. But why-" he looked at me, and apparently saw something he didn't like, because he sighed again. "Never mind. I assume you're going to do whatever it is anyway. Just try not to blow anything [i]else[/i] up." Instead of replying, I focused, drawing on my Light further. Then, instead of pouring it in all at once, I let it flow in a steady stream. Starting with the lower stem, I started to play one tune, before playing an opposite one on the other. Before I knew it lightning was coursing between the two, and from it came the music I was playing. I felt the electricity flowing from one to the other, as though the two were positively and negatively charged - which they were, in all honesty. Just not like most people though of. With a final chord, I let the stream die. And looked to my Ghost, who was simply floating there. "Who needs speakers anyway?" I said with a smirk, before playing one last riff. Which promptly blew my door out of it's frame.
