Zekk, the stone Dragon Slayer of the college, decided he honestly couldn't be bothered with the college today. He skipped class and stayed out in the fields for the day. He and his tabby Neko named Kari lay on the fresh grass, relaxing their day away. Until.... Kari poked Zekk's cheeks like a child trying to get attention from a parent. "Zekk... give me sweets!" She moaned. Zekk groaned, sitting up. "I gave you a whole bag before we left. What the hell happened to those?" He asked.The tabby Neko growled and spawned wings, floating up. "Well I'll go get some more." It said with a defiant pout. Zekk simply nodded, but froze. "Damn... Wait!" He got up and chased her, remembering the state of chaos the last sweet shop was in when he let Kari free roam. After 10 minutes of chasing, the two passed a bar. Kari looked at it with sparkling eyes. "I wonder if they d-do sweets." She drooled, whilst she floated to the door.
"and stay out!" Bjorn hit the ground hard, driving air from his lungs. Bloody elves, he thought as he rose unsteadily to his feet. "One would have thought that after a century of similar experiences, a man would learn not to pick fights with elves" a soft feminine voice whispered to him. "Shut up, Mikkola" he growled, re arranging his sword girdle and making sure the buckle was done up just so. "I didn't see you doing anything""that would be because I'm a sword" She quipped, making Bjorn grind his teeth in irritation. "Yeah, but that never stops you from taking human form whenever you want something from me!" He almost yelled, rage lacing his voice. "Why I don't just shatter you between hammer and anvil is beyond me, you little-" Bjorn Cut off, just realizing he was having a shouting match with a sword. A sentient sword, granted, but the towns folk who were staring at him with hanging jaws wouldn't know that. "What are you looking at?" he yelled at the crowd, causing many to shy away from the volume of his voice. "now, now, Bjorn. There's no need to take your anger out on them" Mikkola murmured softly. Bjorn slumped, realizing that the sword was - yet again - right.
Zekk sighed, as he had almost given up looking for his cat. "Damn it." He muttered. He was fed up, this happened almost everyday and got him into no end of trouble, well more trouble than skipping school. Mean while Kari spotted the crazy man having an extensive shouting match with his sword. A sly grin grew along her lips, as she crept up on him. She unzipped his bag and started to rummage for sweets.
Bjorn sighed. "your right, although he DID try to steal my- HAY! what the hell are you doing in my bag?" He grabbed the offending cat by the tail and held up it so the animal was forced to look into his demonic eyes "why were you in my bag?" he growled menacingly.
Kari looked into his demonic eyes, surprisingly brave. "I want sweets!" She demanded, squirming to try and free herself. Zekk wondered through the town, just getting more and more aggravated with this who situation. "Damn it all." He muttered. He spotted the bar, seeing a man dangling a cat. It took him a few seconds to piece together that was Kari whom he was holding. He approached the swordsmen. "Hey, can I have my cat back?" He inquired casually.
"I want sweets!" Bjorn jerked at the statement and looked over the source. The tabby stared back at him with defiance. "your lucky I don't turn you into a set of gloves, cat" he hissed. A somewhat scruffy teenager dressed in what appears to be bikers leather wondered up casually "hey, can I have my cat back?" Bjorn jerked the cat in the air, making it mewl in pain. "this is yours?" he asked the boy.
"Yeah, her name is Kari. And I would highly appreciate it if you didn't turn her into a set of gloves." Zekk replied to the scary gentlemen wearing plated armor, with a rather fearsome sword seethed on his back. "She's harmless really, just hyperactive." He said with a casual chuckle. Kari squirmed out of the mans grasp and his in Zekk's Jacket.
"I see" Bjorn replied, distractedly let the cat escape his grip. Something. There was something about this boy he recognized. He looked more closely at him, willing the answer to present its self to him. Suddenly it clicked. Bjorn inhaled deeply, allowing his daemonic sense of smell to tell him just what, this boy was. His face wrinkled as the answer presented itself. Dragon-slayer? Not likely, he thought. Sure, there was a certain aspect of the wilds about him, but - "Bjorn. your staring at him looking like you smell something foul. Stop it". Mikkola's words snapped Bjorn out of his trance like state. He pulled a half-smile at the boy. "come, kid, lets go grab a drink". And with the boy in tow, he headed towards the colleges' bar.
Zekk was surprised when the armored man asked asked him to join him for a drink. He simply nodded as a reply. "Sure, but I honestly don't drink often." He explained, whilst still hiding the freaked out neko in his jacket. He couldn't put his finger on it, but this man smelled off. A similar hellish scent that a demon would usually smell off, but he honestly didn't care. Free bear was good bear in his opinion. "My name is Zekk. I'm a.. reluctant student here at this college. What is your name?" He inquired.
Bjorn chuckled at the boys words. "I don't think anyone is a willing student here" he replied. "As for my name, I am known by many. For now, however, you may simply address me as Bjorn". As they sat down at a corner table in the bar, a rather upset professor stormed up to them and snapped "where were you during your lecture, Zekk?" the boy jumped, and opened his mouth to reply "I..." he managed before Bjorn cut him off. "He was with me on a contract job today, Dmitri. you can call off your dogs for now" The professor's eyebrows rose in a most hilarious fashion. "Oh, really, and since when do you take anyone with you on a job, Silvarde?" Bjorn let his distaste show on his face. "That's SIR Silvarde to you, boy. Now, Zekk was on the job with me today. I'm submitting the report this afternoon. So bugger off and let me drink in peace". Dmitri scowled. "I'm filing an official complaint against you, Bjorn." he snapped over his shoulder before he stalked out of the bar "I look forward to it" Bjorn shouted at his receding back. He sighed, and waved a barmaid over "two pints of mead and a double shot of high-fall whiskey, love. Put it on my tab"
Zekk was a little gob smacked, before her burst out laughing. He almost fell of the side of his chair. "Oh my god that was glorious." He laughed harder, he'd never believe that his teacher Dmitri would ever get talked down to like a infant. He soon calmed himself, panting a little as he tried to catch his breath. "Bjorn, that was pretty awesome." He exclaimed as he picked up the pint of meed and downed it within a few seconds. Kari poked her head out of his Jacket, catching the sweet scent of the mead.
"Why, thank you" Bjorn said with a bow and flourish. "I've been needing a reason to snap at him for a while. Now, If anyone asks, you were on a job with me in the crypts, on an educational trip to observe demon-slaying techniques" Bjorn pulled out his official - looking notebook and wrote a reminder to fill out the paperwork. HE hoped that Dmitri Krozchev was bluffing: He didn't want the fuss of a staff inquisition putting him out of work for a few days. "so, kid, what subjects are you studying?"
Zekk shrugged. "Well, the history of magic. Destruction, and manipulation of stone/earth." He simply answered, thinking he could go grab something to eat. "But I tend to skip most of them, I already understand my magic enough to know how to use it effectively." He explained, which was true. He was excellent at his dragon slayer technique, though would prefer to get stronger on his own rather then use of air bag teachers who don't even know how his magic works.
"A flunk. Delightful. Why are all the dragon-slayers educational flunks?" Mikkola moans. "One would think that they would at least value their fore-fathers heritage and try to further themselves" "Mikkola, you know that's not possible through the normal academic channels. To learn draconian magic like that, you need a draconian teacher. And, as we both know, the dragons don't tend to be eager to teach mortals the secrets of dragon-slaying magics" "So? You did just fine." Bjorn winced. This wasn't a part of his history he liked. "Mikkola, I told you never to talk about that. It's not somethi-" Their mental conversation was cut short when Bjorn realized that Zekk was asking him something. "Hmm? Sorry. didn't quite catch that. Run it by me again?"
Zekk rose a brow. "Who on earth are you talking?" He asked, a little uncomfortable seeing that this man was talking to
himself. Kari poked her head and chuckled lightly, laughing at the swordsmen. "Well Zekk, we bumped into a crazy man." She said in a mocking tone.
Bjorn blinked. He was fairly sure he hadn't said anything out loud. "well, your done" Mikkola whispered gleefully. "Zekk, do you know what a song-blade is?" Bjorn asks with a small smile. "Oh hell no. You are not telling him Bjorn!" "why not? he's a dragon slayer. he'll be fine with it". "If-If you tell him, I'll..... I'll-" "you'll what? electrocute me?" Bjorn smiled as he felt Mikkola's spirit recoil at the malice in his words. "Well, Zekk, do you?"
Zekk grinned and nodded. "My teacher... my Dragon teacher told me about song blades. Something about a soul converted into a weapon of it's choice for the soul purpose of slaying demons. These have the power to grant the user eternal life/youth." He replied to Bjorn's question, believing that he got most of the minor detail; however he had some doubt he got it wrong.
"In a very very quick way, yes." Bjorn was mildly impressed that the boy knew even this much. He must have had a good teacher. "Now, I am a Bladeweaver - a knight who wields a song-blade. Naturally, I'm a demon slayer as well." Bjorn drank deep from his tankard before continuing. "but, what you most likely did not know is that I have my own magical abilities which I learned before I found Mikkola. That's her name, by the way. As you're studying the destructive manipulation of stone, I'd assume that your primary aspect is stone, correct?"
"Kinda." Zekk said as he held up his arm. The surface of skin on the arm turned into a fine stone, thick enough to protect him from a basic steal blade. "I wouldn't call this destruction magic. The teachers don't even know what category of magic this is... hence why I skip class." He said with a mild grin stretched on his lips. "Pretty effective when bludgeoning goblins I'll have to say, fun too."
Bjorn chuckled. "you're much like I was at your age." He examined the boys stone arm with the critical eye of an expert in his field. "Not bad. A Song-blade would be through it in a flash, but mundane weapons and most magics will have more trouble." suddenly, an idea occurred to him. "hay, Zekk. you say Dmitri is a useless teacher who doesn't have a clue of how your magic works?" Zekk nodded. " how would you like me to take you on as a student?"
"A demon slayer training a dragon slayer?" Zekk asked, raising a brow at the suggestion. "It's an interesting concept, but I'm not sure what I could learn to be honest." He looked down at the empty tankard in his hands and shrugged. "Sure, I have plenty of time to kill." He accepted Bjorn's offer, by offering his hand for him to shake.
Bjorn shook Zekk by the hand, noting that the boy had a strong grip. "I'll sort out all the paperwork. As you don't attend them, I'll have you drop your current topics and take you on full time." He glanced at his watch. "Right, I'd best get started on that now, before the office closes for the night. Come by my rooms in the eastern wing tomorrow. Room 5642." Zekk nodded, watching as Bjorn left the pub to head to the office. "oh, how so jolly, off to falsify a mission report and take a student" "I'm so proud of you, Bjorn." Bjorn smiled. "Ah, come-on, Mikkola, we both know you hate my guts" she paused for a few seconds "good point" she said. Bjorn drummed a rapid tattoo on the head of educations office and entered without waiting for a reply. "afternoon, Helga. I want to transfer a student".