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Post by Vahn Gale on Oct 5, 2009 23:20:22 GMT -5
"Mesmere....."
Vahn said, repeating her name quietly to himself. It wasn't exactly an unusual name, especially compared to some others he had met, still it had a certain quality to it.
"I see you are in Obelisk, Mesmere. You happen to be the second I've met so far and seem far more serious then the other. Hopefully you live up to your color."
Vahn didn't care about much when it came to classes or the academy. His reasons for taking up his job were strictly for finding the most talented duelists on the island and presumably overseeing the highest ranked dorm would be the easiest way to do so. |
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 5, 2009 23:35:59 GMT -5
"Depends on what you are expecting of the color," the solid voice of the girl rang in to his words. A still face remained. Glimmering eyes receded under a dull overcoat. In return, movement was increased and stealth also became a factor. Stealth for the moment was not necessary, as such sound effect of footsteps lowered an small beat.
"This other obelisk. Has that one met expectations if I may be permitted to ask," tone letting off a respecting vibe. Minimal way around it. Expectations were a bother.
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Post by Vahn Gale on Oct 5, 2009 23:54:40 GMT -5
"No, not even close unfortunately I have heard of two others, however, who are supposed to be at the top of the class. Perhaps I'll meet them sometimes in the future."Vahn's judgment and opinions were pretty much dealt in absolute. He didn't necessarily have to duel someone. A quick glance at a person's deck was enough for him. Vahn didn't waste his time with weaker duelists, though in the end perhaps he was somewhat of a hypocrite now that he had began training a young Slifer Red he had met recently. He couldn't help but have somewhat of an ego about him, so it was no surprise that his expectations would be somewhat unreasonable.
"And what about you? There must be a reason you're wearing blue. How do you expect to compare to the rest of your classmates?"
Vahn asked. He was curious as to Mesmere's potential. She seemed to have the fortitude that a lot of the others lacked.
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 6, 2009 19:00:37 GMT -5
The teenager remained quiet the man rambled on about the others of obelisk, face as frozen as it was previously. The limbs of her body lay idle by the uniform that she wore. Gems remained overseeing the surroundings of the stained forest. Little changed seen in this one. That was until questioned.
“I do not. That would require me to observe the others. Using my own skill is preferable for a test. Colors serve only as an additional benefit,” delivered as the unwavering answer. A hand would lift to place the loosened vermilion hair into place afterwards. Care is a marvel.
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Post by Vahn Gale on Oct 6, 2009 19:18:09 GMT -5
Vahn chuckled at her words
"That is an interesting way of looking at things. I look forward to seeing what you can do."
Vahn could usually read people very easily. Here however, it wasn't quite as easy. In fact he really couldn't draw any concrete conclusions from Mesmere at all. Curiosity was defiantly something Vahn didn't keep in reserve, but some amount was beginning to build up. |
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 6, 2009 21:14:19 GMT -5
"Do you hold expectations for me?" The dull voice used mingled with the now moonlit night. The slight light given from the small patches of the canopy had produced a soft glow upon the teenage girl's fair skin only to fade in the instant of escape. It was apparent that the glazed over stones would gaze towards the floating rock that reflected the sun in the skies soon. Always overshadowed. Forever marred yet mystifying.
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Post by Vahn Gale on Oct 7, 2009 0:18:54 GMT -5
Vahn smiled weakly. Not something he did often but it wasn't like she would be able to tell. It was an interesting question but Vahn had already known the answer since the moment they began talking.
"Yes."
Based on what he had gathered from the conversation they have had so far and based on Vahn's own instinctic he was about to answer clearly and immediately. She exhibited a special kind of control and carried herself in a way that was quite unusual for her age. Even Vahn was just a punk kid back when he was at the academy, arrogant and foolish. It was certainly rare to come across someone this serious, especially a student.
"Why do you ask?"
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 7, 2009 1:08:24 GMT -5
"Knowledge of who has expectations and who does not allows for proper compensation of time and effort required," responded without deterring from the sky’s view. Moment of silence. Darkened silence amidst the moon hiding once more behind the shaded fog. The human language pierced it, that of a female that inquired more from the company.
“I would like to discern if the expectation you have is simply due to my Obelisk ranking or if it is due to another reasoning.” Continually iced voice. Lack of sentiment in the tone. Certainty was a nuisance.
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Post by Vahn Gale on Oct 7, 2009 19:41:46 GMT -5
"I have my reasons and your color wouldn't alter them."
Vahn replied as he slowly came to a stop. It had been some time since they had began walking and the edge of the forest was just up ahead. It was certainly an interesting evening to say the least, and perhaps he had found an academy student of interest whose progress he would watch.
"The forest breaks up ahead. I trust you can find the rest of your way." |
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 7, 2009 22:20:18 GMT -5
Ahead. Continuing in a straight course to cease the dense forest scenery. Shade coated eyes shifted back to normal position towards the man. Statuesque form with gazing emerald eyes, the obelisk stood still in the same position. No word. Vermilion falls of hair brushed over the female’s uniform as the head was flung back somewhat.
A few more steps. Past the escort she’d walk and stopping abruptly after making it to a point beside him. "I shall not interrupt your business any longer. You have my gratitude for the escort. May I make acquaintances with you once more in the near future," the voice tender yet frosted over in ice. There was no more. The teenager would take the man’s word and move forward to fade into the dim distance. A thread of string equaled the existence of an imposter.
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