Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 28, 2010 15:29:12 GMT -5
"Err..." Ethan glanced at Adden, Sofia...then Yolanda, Cedric, the three Valkyrie Guard, Torren, Neredsky and the two Hellans. "Actually...it might be more like twelve...."
"We should be going." one of the hellans pointed out. He sounded rather young. Ethan nodded. "Right. We'll figure this out when we get there. Everyone, get ready."
A loud bass tone rang throughout the Gateport, signifying that the departure was about to begin.
There was a bright flash, and they were gone.
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A boy moved through the streets of Boston silently, almost running. It was mid-day now, and the streets were full of cars and people coming and going.
The boy who had once been Ostin finally laid eyes on his goal. A small shop, tucked in aongst the buildings. It looks almost comically out of place with the rest of the buildings, though no one else seemed to notice.
The Mage stepped inside. He looked around. it was a strange shop, full of odd, often occult items. He had heard of this place, even before he had led the exodus of mages into Mundus Magica. And now, perhaps he could use it.
"Welcome!" A voice made him turn. A boy, maybe twelve or fourteen years old, was walking down the stairs from the second floor, grinning widely in a familiar, salesman-like way. "What can I do for you?"
"I need-"
"Wait wait," The boy interrupted, holding a finger to his head, closing his eyes. "Don't tell me. It ruins the surprise."
THe Mage sighed. "If you're going to play games, then I'm leaving." He turned.
"No no, please, wait. I'm sure I have exactly what you need here." The boy said. The mage turned.
"Oh? And could you possibly know what I need? Do you know who I am?" He felt it then, a small tingle of magic, being used to try and scan his surface thoughts. The Mage let him, even offering a few memories himself. THe boy's eyes widened slightly, but otherwise he kept his cool.
"My my, I'm honored to have you in my shop again. it's been so long, hasn't it Willard?" The boy asked. THe Mage growled.
"That is not my name. It has not been my name for centuries."
"Ah, true, you have moved up in the world. Got a new body too. What happened to the poor old owner of it? Ah well, you're still the same, lost little boy who wandered into my shop, looking for scraps of food." THe boy's grin turned, almost mocking. The Mage was tempted to strike him down, then and there, but refrained.
"As I said, if you;re going to play games, I'm leaving, Isfrael."
"Izzy, please. It's so much easier." Isfrael, Izzy, said.
"I don't care. I came here looking for the book." Izzy adopted a dramatic, confused look.
"Book? I'm sure I don't know what you mean?"
'Cut the bullshit! I hid it in Mundus Magica long ago, knowing you woudl find it. A treasure Hunter like you couldn't resist. Now where is it? Where is the Book of Bolvior?"
Izzy's grin turned to a scowl. "You should know to be careful with names like that, Willard. They still have power even in death."
"WHERE. IS. IT?"
"I sold it. A few years ago actually. To poor lost boy who wandered in here with no purpose in life. he reminded me a lot of you, actually." The light grin returned. The Mage of the Beginning was about to explode with rage.
"You WHAT? By all that is holy, why would you ever give that book to anyone?" He aksed, snarling. Izzy's expression didn't change. He looked the Mage squarely in the eyes and said,
"Because, it was exactly what he needed."
The Mage gave a cry and frustration and turned, now thoroughly intent on leaving. "You think yourself clever." He said, growling at Izzy. "But I will be watching you. You aren't as clever or infallible as you think, dhampir."
Izzy's grin turned into a small frown. "My, you certainly do know a lot of things." he muttered. "But that won't help you. Now if there's nothing else-"
But the Mage was already out the door.
"We should be going." one of the hellans pointed out. He sounded rather young. Ethan nodded. "Right. We'll figure this out when we get there. Everyone, get ready."
A loud bass tone rang throughout the Gateport, signifying that the departure was about to begin.
There was a bright flash, and they were gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A boy moved through the streets of Boston silently, almost running. It was mid-day now, and the streets were full of cars and people coming and going.
The boy who had once been Ostin finally laid eyes on his goal. A small shop, tucked in aongst the buildings. It looks almost comically out of place with the rest of the buildings, though no one else seemed to notice.
The Mage stepped inside. He looked around. it was a strange shop, full of odd, often occult items. He had heard of this place, even before he had led the exodus of mages into Mundus Magica. And now, perhaps he could use it.
"Welcome!" A voice made him turn. A boy, maybe twelve or fourteen years old, was walking down the stairs from the second floor, grinning widely in a familiar, salesman-like way. "What can I do for you?"
"I need-"
"Wait wait," The boy interrupted, holding a finger to his head, closing his eyes. "Don't tell me. It ruins the surprise."
THe Mage sighed. "If you're going to play games, then I'm leaving." He turned.
"No no, please, wait. I'm sure I have exactly what you need here." The boy said. The mage turned.
"Oh? And could you possibly know what I need? Do you know who I am?" He felt it then, a small tingle of magic, being used to try and scan his surface thoughts. The Mage let him, even offering a few memories himself. THe boy's eyes widened slightly, but otherwise he kept his cool.
"My my, I'm honored to have you in my shop again. it's been so long, hasn't it Willard?" The boy asked. THe Mage growled.
"That is not my name. It has not been my name for centuries."
"Ah, true, you have moved up in the world. Got a new body too. What happened to the poor old owner of it? Ah well, you're still the same, lost little boy who wandered into my shop, looking for scraps of food." THe boy's grin turned, almost mocking. The Mage was tempted to strike him down, then and there, but refrained.
"As I said, if you;re going to play games, I'm leaving, Isfrael."
"Izzy, please. It's so much easier." Isfrael, Izzy, said.
"I don't care. I came here looking for the book." Izzy adopted a dramatic, confused look.
"Book? I'm sure I don't know what you mean?"
'Cut the bullshit! I hid it in Mundus Magica long ago, knowing you woudl find it. A treasure Hunter like you couldn't resist. Now where is it? Where is the Book of Bolvior?"
Izzy's grin turned to a scowl. "You should know to be careful with names like that, Willard. They still have power even in death."
"WHERE. IS. IT?"
"I sold it. A few years ago actually. To poor lost boy who wandered in here with no purpose in life. he reminded me a lot of you, actually." The light grin returned. The Mage of the Beginning was about to explode with rage.
"You WHAT? By all that is holy, why would you ever give that book to anyone?" He aksed, snarling. Izzy's expression didn't change. He looked the Mage squarely in the eyes and said,
"Because, it was exactly what he needed."
The Mage gave a cry and frustration and turned, now thoroughly intent on leaving. "You think yourself clever." He said, growling at Izzy. "But I will be watching you. You aren't as clever or infallible as you think, dhampir."
Izzy's grin turned into a small frown. "My, you certainly do know a lot of things." he muttered. "But that won't help you. Now if there's nothing else-"
But the Mage was already out the door.
