originally posted in:The New Dojo
Y-yeah I'm uh... 23... ish...
[i]That was an obvious lie; even a blind woman from 2 miles away could've seen that one. But his experience was undeniable, and he nodded humbly, accepting the praise. He saw it in Sakuret's eyes, though. The same look he'd seen on his travels. He wanted to press on, but he decided against it. This was a good moment, and he'd hate to ruin it.[/i]
Well, a tour would be nice, but how about a place to sleep and some food? It's been about a week since I last ate and a few days since sleep, but it was all the worthwhile.
[i]The mysteries still to unfold from the mage were heavily present; the days without necessities alarming, yet still seeming to stay standing. He quickly grabbed a large satchel, formerly an apple sack, from his steed before letting it loose, waving as he walked away. The mage was odd, so very, very odd. But his presence something of good fortune to Sakuret and the others that were here. [/i]
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"Oh dear, we should probably get you in then. Don't worry, there's plenty of food and room." Sakuret said, turning around to face the gate and unstrapping his trenchcoat. "Do you require a hand to get in? Just being generous is all..." He asked, though his mind trailed off to something else. There was something strange about that mage to Sakuret..He honestly wasn't fond of them but this one was different. Nonetheless he didn't mind it, the happy feeling was intoxicating. "If you do not need help then I will simply guide you there."
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[i]He shook his head, smiling at the offer.[/i] It's quite fine; maybe point me in the general direction to some food first, then I might set up in any space you have available. Apartment, housing, tree, all work. [i]He casually unwrapped his arms, the beige coloured clothe leaving marks on his arms. The design was intricate, like flames riding on a bolt of lightning, the skin indentations beautiful yet seemingly mistaken. His left arm, though, was a sleek gunmetal grey bionic with a coiled red serpent embalzoned on the shoulder. It was a full arm replacement; and the design looked entirely original, small creases allowing the metal to move like flesh and bone, clearly housing all sorts of hardware inside. It was hard not to stare; but Alon smiled at him with a sad eyes. [/i] The repurcussions of war; of equivalent exchange, like the alchemists once called it. Though that is science, magic works the same. If you can't supply the energy for an attack... [i]He flexes the fingers, as if recalling the days when he could touch and feel with those fingers, that skin, those bones.[/i] ...the earth and heavens will take it from you. Bah, I got off track. Please! Show me the way to some dinner, how 'bout it?