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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/3/2016 6:29:48 AM
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"As I just said, my name is Charlie. Can we begin the test, Alon?"
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[i]He was hoping for a full name, but maybe that was a bit much to ask for; Charlie alone seemed a little odd to him...[/i] If it must be done, then yes. I'm ready when you are. [i]Really though, the mage wasn't. But the steeled look of no emotion and strictly business he put on was working so far, and he went with it.[/i]
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"Sorry if me only giving you my first name unsettles you. My last name is Brown. Is that better?"
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[i]His eyes narrowed, staring into his with some form of resent; he shouldn't have come.[/i] Yes. It does. Now on with the test. [i]He seemed eager to finish, his metal fingers twiddling with his real ones.[/i]
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"Okay....Where were you born?"
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/3/2016 7:04:18 AM[i]His eyes left Charlie's; sitting on the edge of his seat hunched over intently, he scanned the rest of the room.[/i] Bern, Lycian League. Known to us dimensional hoppers as Dimension 7 Sector 753. [i]Cutting off abruptly, he looked back at Charlie with a piercing glare.[/i] Next?
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"How would you describe your experiences there?"
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[i]His gaze was unmoving, facial features blank. Charlie couldn't tell if it was a façade or real; the mage had talent.[/i] Can't remember much. Started magic as a child there; self-taught, never listened to a thing those old folks said. I made my own art form, and my own rules. Bern was a place of war and peace; and that's really it. [i]The mention of war fazed him a little, obviously as a subject as a whole, but his façade was well kept as he looked the man over, searching for something.[/i] Next?
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"Do you have any family or friends that you left behind? How would you describe you relationships with them?"
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[i]Alon sighed, looking down.[/i] No family. None at all. No friends from Bern, either. And more than most of the ones I made in my travels are dead or MIA as well. Nobody, Mr. Brown, put shortly, if that's the answer you were looking for. [i]He knew he'd dislike these questions; the thought of a family made him choke a little on air, but he coughed to cover it up; still, the lump in his throat never ceased.[/i] Next?
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"How was your family before they passed away?"
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/3/2016 12:52:52 PMMage's were frowned upon in Bern culture; my parents abandoned me for my strong magical aura at birth. No siblings, no friends; save a fellow mage named Pent. I think he's still kicking. Otherwise yeah; noblood relatives, nobody. [i]These questions seemed to irk him as he sat at the edge of his seat, looking around nervously.[/i]
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"Have you made any friends here at the dojo? What are your relationships like with the people here?"
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[i]He seemed to slump a little at the mention of 'friends'.[/i] I already told you, th-... they're all dead. Even the ones I know will die too, and I'll be alone again. [i]He looked up at Charlie angrily, for some reason, and sighed.[/i] But for now: Keriks, Lance, Alyssa, and Sakuret??? Question mark? Didn't seem too fond of me, but he was welcoming enough. Keriks is one of those few that haven't left; moreso, he can't die. Lance is relatively new, but he's creative so hopefully he'll live. I doubt Alyssa's ability to survive how she is.
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"You know Alyssa?"
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Yeah, we're both mages. Met one night while I was out on a jog; had some problems over in her apartment. [i]He noticed his attention to her story, though, and his eyes narrowed in on his.[/i] Why do you ask? Or sorry; you ask the questions, don't you?
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[i]Charlie shakes his head and goes into deep thought.[/i] "Something isn't right here."
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I think you may be right; though, my story isn't the only one in need of explaining. [i]He never liked this man's aura to begin with; it was... odd. [/i] What is off to you, Mr. Brown?
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"I-I could've sworn I was talking to Alyssa a minute ago, but I can't remember the end of the conversation."
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[i]Alon didn't like it at all; was something... odd going on with these visits?[/i] Hm. What do you remember, though? Anything at all? That's quite concerning, Mr. Brown; perhaps stressed out?
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"Yeah we were leaving the room..." [i]His eyes go wide in shock.[/i] "I'm sorry, Mr Alon but I think you were just used as a distraction so someone could hurt Alyssa."
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[i]Alon stood up quickly, pulling a 40cm long dagger out from underneath his shirt. He held it in a backhand grip, looking Charlie dead in the eye.[/i] [b]What do you mean? Where is she?![/b] [i]He wanted to move out the door, to quickly move and save her; but that wouldn't save anyone if he didn't know where she'd gone.[/i]
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"I have to save her!" [i]Charlie vanishes into the air.[/i]
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[i]Alon pointed his dagger to him, but he disappeared.[/i] -blam!-. He's gone... [i]He knew something was up; and thankfully, he hadn't given away any [b]real[/b] info. For the best, anyways. Sheathing the kard, Alon left; not before he pushed his hand forward, a ball of light growing from his fingertips and circling the room. With the slamming of a door, he was gone.[/i]
