03-26-2011, 05:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2011, 05:44 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
OOC: Guyyys, we have to wait for Imitation Heart. That's why I've postponed my posts for a while. Also, when your character talks to another, it's customary that you wait for them to reply before replying to another character. X3
Note: Predan is what is used to refer to Acerbus or Prometheus, in place of "Man", I.E.
"That man is named John Dakaruka."
"That predan is named Acerbus Rex Regis."
I'm gonna introduce another character later. If needed.
IC:
"Are you suggesting that I am so weak that I would require the company of others to assure my safety?" Prometheus glared at John with his feral, somewhat savagely beautiful eyes. The building they were in started to tremble at it's foundations, as if the very earth itself were quaking at the incoming wrath the Master of Elements was about to unleash. "I suggest you stop fraternizing with that girl of the covenant and remind yourself that I am the Predan who sheared the top off Mt. Edan when the Cabal jokingly suggested that I should prove himself as their greatest offensive weapon." He spoke quietly, but the rage was still hinted in his voice. "A master of defense and healing such as yourself won't understand that nature cannot be restrained by things such as fate. I do not believe in the inevitable. Even the straight ray of light bends to the will of fire and wind."
Acerbus gently padded forward, stepping between John and Prometheus, obscuring the White Arts Master from the hotheaded tiger. "Do not take the White Arts lightly, Master Tyranus. Those who are afraid of the dark have no idea what light is capable of." He mused softly, but firmly, his single eye's gaze locking with his former student's. "Master Tyranus... none of us are doubting or questioning your raw magical power. But powerful or not, that does not change the fact that some of us may die. It may not be you, but if any of the masters were to perish, great turmoil and an imbalance in of the powers will raze our people. We aren't asking you to accompany us for your safety, but for ours, for the sake of the people." The lion put his fingertips together in contemplative stance as he articulated, standing tall and firm against his student, who he alone understood more than anyone else could. He was after all, his greatest triumph, and greatest failure as a teacher.
Acerbus knew that Prometheus was powerful, yes, but he valued power over subtlety, or diplomacy and control. He was traveling down the road of inner imbalance, and he was afraid his former student was going to destroy himself. He cast the other masters a pleading gaze, as if to apologize and beg for them to bare with his troublesome fellow.
The tiger snorted at the lion and crossed his arms. "Alright... if you need me, then that's a different story." He placed a paw on Dark's shoulder and squeezed in a friendly manner, and trotted back toward the rest of the masters.
Note: Predan is what is used to refer to Acerbus or Prometheus, in place of "Man", I.E.
"That man is named John Dakaruka."
"That predan is named Acerbus Rex Regis."
I'm gonna introduce another character later. If needed.
IC:
"Are you suggesting that I am so weak that I would require the company of others to assure my safety?" Prometheus glared at John with his feral, somewhat savagely beautiful eyes. The building they were in started to tremble at it's foundations, as if the very earth itself were quaking at the incoming wrath the Master of Elements was about to unleash. "I suggest you stop fraternizing with that girl of the covenant and remind yourself that I am the Predan who sheared the top off Mt. Edan when the Cabal jokingly suggested that I should prove himself as their greatest offensive weapon." He spoke quietly, but the rage was still hinted in his voice. "A master of defense and healing such as yourself won't understand that nature cannot be restrained by things such as fate. I do not believe in the inevitable. Even the straight ray of light bends to the will of fire and wind."
Acerbus gently padded forward, stepping between John and Prometheus, obscuring the White Arts Master from the hotheaded tiger. "Do not take the White Arts lightly, Master Tyranus. Those who are afraid of the dark have no idea what light is capable of." He mused softly, but firmly, his single eye's gaze locking with his former student's. "Master Tyranus... none of us are doubting or questioning your raw magical power. But powerful or not, that does not change the fact that some of us may die. It may not be you, but if any of the masters were to perish, great turmoil and an imbalance in of the powers will raze our people. We aren't asking you to accompany us for your safety, but for ours, for the sake of the people." The lion put his fingertips together in contemplative stance as he articulated, standing tall and firm against his student, who he alone understood more than anyone else could. He was after all, his greatest triumph, and greatest failure as a teacher.
Acerbus knew that Prometheus was powerful, yes, but he valued power over subtlety, or diplomacy and control. He was traveling down the road of inner imbalance, and he was afraid his former student was going to destroy himself. He cast the other masters a pleading gaze, as if to apologize and beg for them to bare with his troublesome fellow.
The tiger snorted at the lion and crossed his arms. "Alright... if you need me, then that's a different story." He placed a paw on Dark's shoulder and squeezed in a friendly manner, and trotted back toward the rest of the masters.
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