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Post by Enqua on Mar 21, 2009 22:23:23 GMT -5
Shadows moved through the night, cloaking everything with a mist-like effect, and the fog made it almost impossible to see anything, anyway. The grass was thick and dark underfoot; a thick carpet underneath the thick haze that filled the air.
A young girl walked through the grass, running her fingers over the stones and wooden posts that marked the ground. The graveyard was silent, but she didn`t expect any noise, nor did she make any. Her feet traveld silently, not making even a whisper of a breath as she moved gracefully through the graveyard. The silver blonde, almost white, of her long hair helped her blend in with the chilling air, keeping her from the view of most. Her silver eyes were the only thing that would have ever given her away, for the sparkled even in the lowest of lights. Her gaze drifted through the night with a trained gaze.
Her ears twitched as yet another gust of wind hit her and she shivered in her light coat, wishing she had worn a heavier cover. Her pale complexion seemed to make her slightly blue lips even more unusual, of course she was far from the usual. The shadows flickered around her, seemingly wrapping themselves around her in a gentle caress. Most, if they had seen the girl, would have walked away quickly, trying not to call attention to themselves as they moved away from the unnatural feeling of darkness that surrounded her, but she was here for a reason and wouldn`t leave until she found what she was looking for.
This was a graveyard after all, so there should be certain people there who just happened to be living. People that might be able to help her, or might not. There were always bad stories about these kind of people, but the girl was one of them, so she understood them better. She hoped desperatly that they would be people that used their powers for good things, instead of bad ones.
She looked around, trying to see through the thick fog, for any one else living in a place full of dead corpses. Her, eyes and ears the only thing she could truely depend on in her present state. Her head turned back and forth as she moved, looking any sign of the living.
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Post by Odin on Apr 2, 2009 21:08:45 GMT -5
It was particularly dark out and the light only mildly reached through the fog. The largest graveyard, probably in the world was an eerie place to be at any time, but at times like that there was an exceptional omen about the aura of it. Among the foggy darkness, a dark figure roamed about peering at the names and dates posted on tombstones with something in his hand. That figure, dressed all in black was also disappearing behind tombstones and trees to reappear instantly in other places about the yard.
“Compello mihi turbatus unos , dico mihi un fabula.” The necromancer spoke with one hand on his shovel and the other in his short hair, which was purposely messy. As soon as he was done his brief incantation, Odin stood still and silent with his head turned down as he listened for words inaudible to any ears. What he was hoping to hear would come only through his mind and soul, if in fact his calls would be answered. He was looking to study a particular aspect of necromancy, which would require a willful participant. This could be difficult to find among the dead who when living, feared such dark things as necromancers.
As he waited, Odin noticed another figure wandering through the fog. Wondering if the other figure was someone who should be there, or someone that should likely be afraid, the necromancer disappeared again from where he was standing and appeared with his back turned to the to the other figure, about as far as he could be from her to still be seen. Without turning his face towards the wandering girl, Odin vanished again through the thick shadow that covered the entire grounds and reappeared elsewhere, still where the girl should be able to see his silhouette. If she wasn’t supposed to be in the graveyard at night, the girl would surely be worried away by the eeriness of a man who would move about like a ghost.
“Nex fio nos totus.” He finally said aloud meaning to sound creepy, thinking that any practicing necromancer should understand the call and have a reply. There was no secret code among them, but the Latin language was a common tongue for incantations, and what he said would not be mistaken for anything anyone else would say.
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Post by Enqua on Apr 9, 2009 21:49:34 GMT -5
"EGO respondeo ut vestri dico." Enqua responded softly, turning her head around to find the shadow-like figure that would represent the other figure. She could tell it was a male person, but nothing else.
Her silver eyes rested on the shadow. "I am Enqua." She added ina strongly accented voice. She hoped the necromancer, what the man obviously was, would be kind of necromancer that didn`t work with the darker kinds of magic. In fact, she feared the dark necromancy that could surround a person with death.
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Post by Odin on Apr 10, 2009 20:37:57 GMT -5
As Odin disappeared again, he reappeared this time directly - inches in front of Enqua. He took a big sniff as leaned his head in to the girl’s neck and planted his shovel into the dirt beside him. She definitely smelled like death; must be a necromancer. It wasn’t a physical smell that any normal person would recognize; it was a mystic smell that those who dealt with the passing of souls would know. She had responded in kind to his grim Latin statement as well, so she must have known the basics at least.
“I’m Odin.” He replied while leaning back upright and taking a step back to give the girl her space. “I haven’t seen you before, I’d remember.” Odin reached his hand out in greeting and grinned warmly at the girl – the young woman as he looked her over. She was young; obviously, but not too young - She was pretty.
“You came looking I guess, and looks like you found me.” She surely hadn’t been looking for him personally, but Odin was hoping he could be what she was looking for; he was sure he could find a way. Surely there were several other necromancers who were better versed in the methods than he, but none who would be so eager to help this young lady with whatsoever she wanted.
Odin had dealt with all forms of necromancy; at least dabbled in them all. There were some more threatening than others, but in reality any sort of necromancy was a dark act. He was not deep in most studies of course, as he had other things on his mind at all times, but he was good at a few things. He was also haunted by some others – that was a part of the life path he had chosen in becoming a necromancer that was harder to deal with.
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Post by Enqua on Apr 10, 2009 22:55:37 GMT -5
Enqua gave a sweet smile and took Odin`s hand, shaking it firmly. "No, you wouldn`t have seen me before. I am new to this town; I have only come here after finding that this area has many necromancers." She explained softly and quickly.
"As you can most likely tell, I have not been using my powers as long as others, so I am looking for some sort of help." Her smile transformed to a crooked grin. "And yes, I was looking for you, or someone like yourself."
Enqua didn`t need to approach the other to smell the death that surrounded him. In addition, the whispers that only she, as far as she knew, could hear told her plenty. She could not, of course, understand everything, for some of the words were in other tounges or just spoken to softly.
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Post by Odin on Apr 11, 2009 20:27:46 GMT -5
“Yes well, we’re around.” Odin looked around the massive graveyard in jest; he knew there was no one else above the surface, and it wasn’t as though he could have seen very far anyways through all the fog. “It’s my pleasure.” He bowed slightly with an honest smile and his left arm resting lightly against his abdomen; it was a very proper bow – the type he was taught from a young age – and his right hand stayed all the while on the hilt of his shovel like a cane.
“Have you known many necromancers before?” Odin asked curiously, tilting his head very slightly to the right as he faced the young woman. “Or have you discovered the art yourself and only now come looking for the stuff of legends?” Certainly, it was known among the world that necromancers were about, but such was the nature of the art that very few were ever aware of having ever encountered one; they were typically mysterious.
After his bow, Odin had gripped his left hand as well, so they both were on the hilt of his lightly planted shovel like a cane as he stood – arms outstretched on the shovel in front of him – facing Enqua in a coy pose with a sly grin. “I won’t let you down Enqua.” He said, holding his sly grin in face. “I’ll help you with anything you want, you can come to me for anything.”
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Post by Enqua on Apr 12, 2009 19:20:51 GMT -5
Enqua couldn`t help but smile as Odin bowed and spoke to her as if he hadn`t just met her. "A mixture of both," She started to answer his first words. "I think both of my parents were necromancers, but I am not entirely sure. Now both of my parents are dead, and so is the rest of my family." She explained with her accented voice.
As she tilted her head slightly she glanced around quickly. She saw almost nothing besides the few closets markers of dead persons.
"And as for your help," She began once more, giving her crooked grin again. "I`m sure you could help me with my studies."
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Post by Odin on Apr 13, 2009 22:34:11 GMT -5
Odin listened attentively to the young woman’s response and then his face stretched unpleasantly in an almost worried grimace, which he then quickly subdued and replaced with an awkward smile. “Oh,” Odin started awkwardly, regaining his composure from the less than desired acceptance of his offered assistance. Certainly he wanted Enqua to accept his help, but he really didn’t like studying. “Of course.” He finished with a smile.
There were few things that made studying interesting enough to keep his attention but a pretty young woman had to be the best among them. “Anything for a beautiful woman.” He added with a wink. He really would do anything for her; it was just the way he was. Women, as far as Odin was concerned, especially the pretty ones deserved to be treated as royal princesses. It was probably the only code of honor the necromancer man ever lived by.
Odin took a step forward and turned so he was standing beside Enqua, only his right hand still on the shovel which he lifted from the soil, and slid his left arm around the girl’s lower back in a polite and secure but presuming manner. He held her only lightly and smiled softly and coyly as he started forward again to guide Enqua towards the entrance crypt. “There are volumes of text in the library tomb.” He told her. “Necromancers have been in this place for longer than anyone else realizes; we have quite a collection in there.”
If nothing else, at least Odin’s participation in the younger necromancer’s studies would please Surreal; he would be hitting the books and practices instead of heading out on the town… for some time anyways.
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Post by Enqua on Apr 22, 2009 19:40:54 GMT -5
Enqua`s smile flickered again as Odin practically grimaced. As he went on about books, she had to stop him. "Oh, no," She said, holding her hand up as if to stop his words. "I think you misunderstood me. By studies, I meant my practice of magic. Reading books is not really going to help me much, although it might somewhat." She returned his coy smile, not bothered by the arm around her waist.
"I can assure you that you know much more about necromancy than I do." She said, winking. "I am much newer to the works of the dead, I guarantee." She said in her strangly accented voice.
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Post by Odin on Apr 22, 2009 23:23:20 GMT -5
Odin let out a great sigh of relief as they walked. While he was taking in the initial satisfaction of not being pressed into books like he had thought he would be, his hand lightly squeezed the girl’s side. “You scared me there actually.” Odin mused with a humored smile, but he actually meant it. “I thought you wanted help with research.” He shook his head as they continued to stride through the foggy graveyard, but he turned a little to change their path.
“I could, and I would.” He added, glancing down and smiling at the pretty young necromancer girl. “But I dearly dread studies. I’m far more interested in you, to be honest.” Odin wasn’t hiding anything, and he confidently hoped that Enqua wouldn’t mind how forward he was. She seemed to be fine with his arm, so he felt things would go al right. He was usually right about the way a woman was feeling. “What kind of exercises do you want help with?” Odin slowed to a stop near a tree nowhere near the crypt and slid his hand across Enqua’s back to hold her waist as he turned to face her.
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Post by Enqua on Apr 24, 2009 21:19:27 GMT -5
Enqua smiled and nodded as Odin spoke. He wasn`t the book type, that much was extremely obvious. Apart from that, he seemed to greatly enjoy a woman`s company, which she didn`t entirely mind as long as he wasn`t rude about what he wanted.
As they stopped near the tree, she gave a sweeping glance of their surroundings. The fog was still thick at their feet. It swirled and gathered as movement--either by human or wind-- forced it away.
"Anything that has to do with the dead." She answered simply. "I have not been able to do anything on my own, and you happen to be the first necromancer I have met so far." She said, her eyes softening slightly. "I would like to be able to try anything you can show me." She added, hoping that he wouldn`t take her words the wrong way.
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Post by Odin on May 5, 2009 0:57:57 GMT -5
Enqua's answer had been more vague than Odin had hoped for. Almost the entire art of necromancy had to do with the dead after all, so the girl's answer failed to give the necromancer any idea of where to start. "Should we start with body?" Odin asked, holding his shovel out with one arm towards a grave, "Or the soul?" he finished with an inquisitively raised brow while holding the shovel in the same hand, against his chest keeping his other hand still on the young woman's waist.
Odin was putting his own project on hold for the new necromancer girl, but he certainly was willing to wait on that practice for the sake of a beautiful young woman. practice was practice after all, so Surreal would surely be happy with him regardless; probably even moreso for helping someone else to practice.
"The question is really wether you'd sooner rather excercise empathy or control." Odin was leaning on the hilt of his shovel again, and stared into Enqua's eyes as he spoke and then waited with a soft smile for her answer.
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Post by Enqua on May 5, 2009 18:33:28 GMT -5
Enqua smiled again, but this time it was slightly coy. "Probably the mind, actually. I can easily control things with the mind-- moreso than the body." She flipped her hair over shoulder, revealing her eyes again. They were practially the same color as the fog that surrounded them.
Her ears twitched at a soft noise, but she relaxed as she realized it was the wind. She wasn`t used to the new sounds of this city, and even though she knew she could take care of herself, she was used to her old ways.
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