I'm still reading all of the site, but this is an utterly interesting concept! I'd love to join, however I'm afraid that due to college I won't have enough time to reply daily. Posting twice a week however, will be more than doable!
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I also have a small question. In what part of the world would Oblak City be? I mean for example Asia, Europe, Australia, The Near East, America or perhaps Africa? Or would the city be a mingling of cultures in a not-as-of-yet-specified location? I'm planning on making an exchange student however it would be nice to know what sort of culture to expect in the city.
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"I'm free", she said, bewildered. As she sprouted her wings. "You are", he answered, smiling. While hiding all the strings.
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No Bite and All Bark said
"I'd ask if you know how to swim but that would ruin the point."
I'll let you know that I laughed out loud because of that sentence. Thanks for making the other people in the library look at me like I'm a retard
chukklehed said
Artemis is offended that you even imagined he'd work with the order. Hmph!
Marvelous, now he's in a small boat in the middle of the lake with two people who are mad at him xD
Edit: He could have been forced to?
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He was getting more and more confused as time passed and his anger disappeared as quickly as it had welled up. His thoughts were tangling over one another inside his head and he sighed as he tried to gather them. It was reassuring to know that the Vagabond and Researcher weren't friends. It'd make it less likely that they'd turn on him together. The Vagabond's tone was rather condescending but that was understandable, seeing how he was no doubt older than him and Marcus had spoken out of turn when he should have been grateful to be alive. The thing was that Marcus had stopped caring about his life a long time ago, not-dying had simply become a habit. Or that at least was what Marcus told himself. He let out a second sigh and frowned. A headache was forming and he started massaging the temples on both sides of his head as he talked.
"My apologies. I spoke rather harsh and out of turn. You both have my thanks for saving my pathetic ass out there but I hope you can understand that it's been a long day and I can't help but feel suspicious as to why you decided to spare me. Only because I'm an evoker? Because I'm afraid that I'm not really good for anything besides the things I told you about earlier."
He looked at them again, all hostility had disappeared from his face and only a frown remained as he was looking at them. This was the only question that he wanted to be answered for now. He'd gladly go to sleep or at least stop talking once he had his answer. He was already talking a lot more than he usually did, but he wouldn't be able to rest before he knew what price he would have to pay these men for saving his life.
"My apologies. I spoke rather harsh and out of turn. You both have my thanks for saving my pathetic ass out there but I hope you can understand that it's been a long day and I can't help but feel suspicious as to why you decided to spare me. Only because I'm an evoker? Because I'm afraid that I'm not really good for anything besides the things I told you about earlier."
He looked at them again, all hostility had disappeared from his face and only a frown remained as he was looking at them. This was the only question that he wanted to be answered for now. He'd gladly go to sleep or at least stop talking once he had his answer. He was already talking a lot more than he usually did, but he wouldn't be able to rest before he knew what price he would have to pay these men for saving his life.
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A tall blonde woman was approaching the large school building with firm steps as the rain poured down on her. She hummed a lullaby which reminded her of outstretched lakes, unending forests, raindrops on leaves and snow that reached to your waist. She hadn't seen her beautiful homeland in three years and reminiscing like this made her feel a soft ache in her chest. However, now wasn't a time to become sentimental. She halted for a moment, taking in the large building in front of her. It looked old and rather solemn, especially in this storm. A smile slowly spread across her face. She was home again.
She readjusted the single, large bag on her shoulder. Most of her stuff was still waiting inside her room, since she preferred to travel light during the summer holidays. She finished this year's journey by opening the large doors and entering. She only noticed that she was drenched as she stood inside the dry hallway. With a smile, she shook off some raindrops as if she were a wolf. She wasn't, of course, but it always made her feel good to behave a little like one. She started re-exploring the building, leaving wet footprints in her wake. After studying at the school for seven, and teaching for three years, the building was more familiar to her than her family home in Sverige. But it was always a blast to walk around and take in the atmosphere after the summer.
As she was walking, she noticed a familiar figure who strolling the halls as well but in a more elegant fashion. The blond woman sped up her pace a bit, taking care not too make any sound. She soon caught up with the other woman and clenched her into a tight bearlike hug while laughing loudly. "Hej! Sabriel, is that you? Gods, I haven't seen you for such a long time! How are you? How was your holiday? Did you go back to Spain?"
She readjusted the single, large bag on her shoulder. Most of her stuff was still waiting inside her room, since she preferred to travel light during the summer holidays. She finished this year's journey by opening the large doors and entering. She only noticed that she was drenched as she stood inside the dry hallway. With a smile, she shook off some raindrops as if she were a wolf. She wasn't, of course, but it always made her feel good to behave a little like one. She started re-exploring the building, leaving wet footprints in her wake. After studying at the school for seven, and teaching for three years, the building was more familiar to her than her family home in Sverige. But it was always a blast to walk around and take in the atmosphere after the summer.
As she was walking, she noticed a familiar figure who strolling the halls as well but in a more elegant fashion. The blond woman sped up her pace a bit, taking care not too make any sound. She soon caught up with the other woman and clenched her into a tight bearlike hug while laughing loudly. "Hej! Sabriel, is that you? Gods, I haven't seen you for such a long time! How are you? How was your holiday? Did you go back to Spain?"
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Marcus looked down, feeling rather ashamed of himself. The Researcher's comment that he'd share his secrets with them had led him to believe that they'd all play the game with open cards. How could he have been so naïf? The first thing he should have learned after he fled his home as an exile was to never trust anyone again, but he hadn't. He suspected that the Vagabond's ability was something like telekinesis but he wasn't sure and he was sure as Honomi not going to ask the man again.
As he looked up again, he was slightly taken aback by the man's glare. But he soon manned up and clenched Sang Min to his waist. The Vagabond had proved that he wasn't in friendly company and Marcus decided that he wouldn't show these two any weakness from now on.
He shifted his gaze to the researcher who was doing a surprisingly good job at rowing. The man didn't have the body to prove it, but it seemed like he was used to exercising like this. The ability to spot evokers, eh... That at least made Marcus certain that these two weren't involved with the Order of Idris. If they had, they'd have left him on the docks to be killed by the black clad women... or by other things, wouldn't they? A chill went down his spine and Marcus looked up at the Vagabond again.
"Why on Azukhar did you save me then, if you consider yourself my enemy? You could have just as well left me there on the docks to be killed by those black clad women." Anger and indignation were slowly winning from fear, shame and shock, giving him enough courage to look deep into the Vagabonds strange starry eyes. "And you, researcher. How many evokers did you kill by betraying them to The Order or another authority? Or do you two perhaps work together, you spot them and he kills them? If that's what you're planning now, please just throw me into the lake right here and now so that I can at least drown and meet my gods properly." He realized that he might have said to much, but he nevertheless continued to glare at the two men.
As he looked up again, he was slightly taken aback by the man's glare. But he soon manned up and clenched Sang Min to his waist. The Vagabond had proved that he wasn't in friendly company and Marcus decided that he wouldn't show these two any weakness from now on.
He shifted his gaze to the researcher who was doing a surprisingly good job at rowing. The man didn't have the body to prove it, but it seemed like he was used to exercising like this. The ability to spot evokers, eh... That at least made Marcus certain that these two weren't involved with the Order of Idris. If they had, they'd have left him on the docks to be killed by the black clad women... or by other things, wouldn't they? A chill went down his spine and Marcus looked up at the Vagabond again.
"Why on Azukhar did you save me then, if you consider yourself my enemy? You could have just as well left me there on the docks to be killed by those black clad women." Anger and indignation were slowly winning from fear, shame and shock, giving him enough courage to look deep into the Vagabonds strange starry eyes. "And you, researcher. How many evokers did you kill by betraying them to The Order or another authority? Or do you two perhaps work together, you spot them and he kills them? If that's what you're planning now, please just throw me into the lake right here and now so that I can at least drown and meet my gods properly." He realized that he might have said to much, but he nevertheless continued to glare at the two men.
Excuses for the small lenght of the second post, Love and I will make the next post a cooperation :)
Also, a small note on the 'eternal student' thing: The Dutch governement would give students an unlimited amount of financial aids untill about two decade ago. Untill then, there'd be people who would study while also using the governent's money as a livelihood untill they were about 30 years old or even older. These people would be called 'eternal students'. Recently, there have been new regulations making it impossible to study more than 4 years using taxpayers' money, so Ralph would most likely be using his parents' money for his goal to become 'an eternal student'.
Also, a small note on the 'eternal student' thing: The Dutch governement would give students an unlimited amount of financial aids untill about two decade ago. Untill then, there'd be people who would study while also using the governent's money as a livelihood untill they were about 30 years old or even older. These people would be called 'eternal students'. Recently, there have been new regulations making it impossible to study more than 4 years using taxpayers' money, so Ralph would most likely be using his parents' money for his goal to become 'an eternal student'.
Thus far, Christina had caught eight in the establishment with a lack of breathing. The other six were most likely human or they put enough effort in breathing regularly to not stand out too much, like Christina did herself. However, most vampires, especially the younger ones, tended to be pride instead of cautious about their special nature so she was rather sure that there were currently six humans in The Burlesque. She elegantly raised her arm to catch the attention from one of the waiters and order some fresh blood. Only six emotional jammers... That'd be doable. With a charming smile and a fast pace, it only took the waiter a few minutes to get her a drink. She was just about to take a sip when a new customer entered the bar. He was relatively small although he'd still be half a head taller than Christina. With his black hair and olive skin, he possessed all the distinctive features of an Italian except for his blue eyes. Christina unconsciously spun her glass around in her hand, creating a small whirlpool of blood as she studied the man. He was dressed like an Italian too, with a smart suit emphasizing his build. He most likely was either very aware of his roots or he had come to The Burlesque right after work. Christina suspected it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when he said 'Grazie' to one of the staff.
Italy... She had lived in Italy for almost a decade herself, but that was over a hundred years ago. Italy was where she had bought her precious violin, in the small town which was now ruined by the 2012 earthquake. Whatever memory she´d reminisce about, there would always the shadow of things that happened later looming over it. She let out a small sight of frustration. Just like focussing on her breathing, sighing somehow always managed to let her relieve some stress. She took a sip of her blood and made an uncharacteristically impulsive decision.
She slowly got up from her table and walked over to the table where the Italian-looking guy had seated himself. Christina sat down on the chair in front of him, put her drink down on the table leaf and smiled at him in a charming but slightly forced way. "Excuse me if I'm wrong but it seems to me as if you are from Italian descent. From what part of Italy are you exactly?" She tried her best to sound like a nineteen-year-old, but she didn't exactly succeed, as usual.
Italy... She had lived in Italy for almost a decade herself, but that was over a hundred years ago. Italy was where she had bought her precious violin, in the small town which was now ruined by the 2012 earthquake. Whatever memory she´d reminisce about, there would always the shadow of things that happened later looming over it. She let out a small sight of frustration. Just like focussing on her breathing, sighing somehow always managed to let her relieve some stress. She took a sip of her blood and made an uncharacteristically impulsive decision.
She slowly got up from her table and walked over to the table where the Italian-looking guy had seated himself. Christina sat down on the chair in front of him, put her drink down on the table leaf and smiled at him in a charming but slightly forced way. "Excuse me if I'm wrong but it seems to me as if you are from Italian descent. From what part of Italy are you exactly?" She tried her best to sound like a nineteen-year-old, but she didn't exactly succeed, as usual.
It had been one of the scarce days that Yannick allowed himself to take a break from painting. After all, he had almost finished the small landscape that Mevrouw van Beusenkom had requested and he truly needed some inspiration for his next personal work. From time to time he would take his bicycle from the small shed (which he shared with the four others residents of the student house that Yannick called home) and make a long cycling tour through Amsterdam and its surroundings. But this day he felt that he'd find more inspiration in the work of those who had preceded him. So after locking the door to his two-room apartment, he shared the bathroom and kitchen with the others, he slowly walked down the steep old stairs and outside towards the shed. But before he had the chance to open the door, a blonde head appeared outside the front door.
"Hey, Yannick. Where 'ya going?" Ralph was a tall young law student, originally from Lelystad and a few years older than Yannick. He wasn't ugly and often boasted that he was achieving to become what was called 'the eternal student' and to Yannick it seemed like his main interests were drinking beer, soccer, beer, girls oh and let's not forget about beer.
Trying his best not to sigh out loud in annoyance, Yannick slowly turned his head towards the young man and answered.
"I'm going to visit The Voltaire. You can join me if you want to. But I s'pose you are too hung over for that, aren't you?"
"I'd almost feel insulted by that if I didn't love you so bloody much Yan. And if you weren't so right of course." He smiled sheepishly and made a failed attempt at fixing his bed hair. Yannick granted him his famous almost-but-actually-not-a-smile before he turned around to open the shed and take out his bike.
"Hey, but you are coming tonight, aren't you? You know, the party, around midnight? I did invite you didn't I? You should come Yan, it'll be fun. Bring a girl along and it'll be even more fun. Hey. Don't you just leave without saying anything. Turn that bike around right now you oaf!"
Yannick replied with a vague 'maybe' and a wave of his arm as he cycled to the front of the alley. If he had worn shoes instead of socks and if the tiles hadn't been damp due to last night's rain, Ralph most likely would have followed and stopped him before Yannick would have the time to open the locked gate in the front of the alley. Fortunately for Yannick, Ralph ceased his eternal attempt to invite him to his parties due to the circumstances, for now.
Thus, after a short ride, Yannick found himself, for the first time since he had moved to Amsterdam, walking the hallways of The Voltaire. It was a remarkable building, made even more remarkable by the great exhibition of art of all times which had been gathered and displayed within its walls. It was quite busy inside. Students hurried to and from the enormous library, elderly couples were slowly walking from Monet to Mondriaan and an exhibition on the Chinese culture. Most prominent represented were the large groups of Asian tourists and school kids who all seemed to have a school trip today.
Yannick himself preferred the relatively small collection of "Oude Meesters" as they were often called. Rembrandt van Rijn, Frans Hals, Johannes Vermeer, Jacob van Ruisdael and so many more. However, the multiple classes who seemed to be having a school trip today made it impossible to find the peace and rest he needed to focus on the Meesters' works. Trying to avoid the bands of yelling children, he ended up walking into the part where the more modern art was exhibited. These paintings and sculptures weren't half as inspiring as the "Oude Meesters", but they had to do for now.
As he was strolling through the halls, occasionally looking at some art, he heard some voices coming from a room not too far away from him. These weren't the voices of little kids and thus he decided to at least partially yield to his curiosity. Walking further, the voices became distinguishable and Yannick managed to hear part of their conversation.
“Dederick; all I desire is a cordial relationships with all my partners within the project. If you are at all wary of me, that is fine, I understand that some people have not yet come to terms with my kind, it's understandable." 'My kind'... the female voice belonged to a vampire, Yannick realized with shock. But well, in Amsterdam it wasn't as strange to meet vampires as it was in the north. “" We have known each other for several years now, you should not feel the need to step around on egg shells.”
“Madame de Sauveterre, I didn't mean to offend you.” Madame de Sauveterre! Yannick gasped softly. She was practically the owner of The Volaire and a great patron of the arts. If possible, he'd love to have a small conversation with her.
“ “And you haven't – in fact, I value your honesty.” Yannick pretended to carefully examine a piece of art close to the room where the conversation was held. The painting seemed to be made by a child. He'd never understand why people would call this art, but the use of colours was truly interesting. “ “Heer Dederick, I am not a threat, you have nothing to fear.” ... “Maybe you should take Sebile back to the Egyptian exhibit, I understand that she was too scared to go look at the mummy. Maybe her father could protect her better than I?”
“ “Of course, Madame de Sauveterre. Thank you for engaging with my daughter, it was very kind of you.”
“ “It was my utmost pleasure, and please, call me Jennifer.”
After the man had left, apparently to entertain his daughter, Yannick coughed curtly to attacked Madam de Sauveterre's attention. He walked into the larger room to show himself and he took off his cap as a small sign of respect.
"Forgive me m'am, but I happened to overhear a small part of your conversation. You're Madam de Sauveterre if I'm not mistaken?" He looked at her with hope gleaming in his eyes and a shy smile on his lips. If he managed to convince her to patronize him, he'd have a chance to climb higher in the world of the arts and make a name for himself. "My name is Yannick Bakker and I'm an artist myself. Although I doubt someone like you would have heard of me." He extended his hand to shake hers, suddenly a bit insecure. Did vampires even shake hands?
"Hey, Yannick. Where 'ya going?" Ralph was a tall young law student, originally from Lelystad and a few years older than Yannick. He wasn't ugly and often boasted that he was achieving to become what was called 'the eternal student' and to Yannick it seemed like his main interests were drinking beer, soccer, beer, girls oh and let's not forget about beer.
Trying his best not to sigh out loud in annoyance, Yannick slowly turned his head towards the young man and answered.
"I'm going to visit The Voltaire. You can join me if you want to. But I s'pose you are too hung over for that, aren't you?"
"I'd almost feel insulted by that if I didn't love you so bloody much Yan. And if you weren't so right of course." He smiled sheepishly and made a failed attempt at fixing his bed hair. Yannick granted him his famous almost-but-actually-not-a-smile before he turned around to open the shed and take out his bike.
"Hey, but you are coming tonight, aren't you? You know, the party, around midnight? I did invite you didn't I? You should come Yan, it'll be fun. Bring a girl along and it'll be even more fun. Hey. Don't you just leave without saying anything. Turn that bike around right now you oaf!"
Yannick replied with a vague 'maybe' and a wave of his arm as he cycled to the front of the alley. If he had worn shoes instead of socks and if the tiles hadn't been damp due to last night's rain, Ralph most likely would have followed and stopped him before Yannick would have the time to open the locked gate in the front of the alley. Fortunately for Yannick, Ralph ceased his eternal attempt to invite him to his parties due to the circumstances, for now.
Thus, after a short ride, Yannick found himself, for the first time since he had moved to Amsterdam, walking the hallways of The Voltaire. It was a remarkable building, made even more remarkable by the great exhibition of art of all times which had been gathered and displayed within its walls. It was quite busy inside. Students hurried to and from the enormous library, elderly couples were slowly walking from Monet to Mondriaan and an exhibition on the Chinese culture. Most prominent represented were the large groups of Asian tourists and school kids who all seemed to have a school trip today.
Yannick himself preferred the relatively small collection of "Oude Meesters" as they were often called. Rembrandt van Rijn, Frans Hals, Johannes Vermeer, Jacob van Ruisdael and so many more. However, the multiple classes who seemed to be having a school trip today made it impossible to find the peace and rest he needed to focus on the Meesters' works. Trying to avoid the bands of yelling children, he ended up walking into the part where the more modern art was exhibited. These paintings and sculptures weren't half as inspiring as the "Oude Meesters", but they had to do for now.
As he was strolling through the halls, occasionally looking at some art, he heard some voices coming from a room not too far away from him. These weren't the voices of little kids and thus he decided to at least partially yield to his curiosity. Walking further, the voices became distinguishable and Yannick managed to hear part of their conversation.
“Dederick; all I desire is a cordial relationships with all my partners within the project. If you are at all wary of me, that is fine, I understand that some people have not yet come to terms with my kind, it's understandable." 'My kind'... the female voice belonged to a vampire, Yannick realized with shock. But well, in Amsterdam it wasn't as strange to meet vampires as it was in the north. “" We have known each other for several years now, you should not feel the need to step around on egg shells.”
“Madame de Sauveterre, I didn't mean to offend you.” Madame de Sauveterre! Yannick gasped softly. She was practically the owner of The Volaire and a great patron of the arts. If possible, he'd love to have a small conversation with her.
“ “And you haven't – in fact, I value your honesty.” Yannick pretended to carefully examine a piece of art close to the room where the conversation was held. The painting seemed to be made by a child. He'd never understand why people would call this art, but the use of colours was truly interesting. “ “Heer Dederick, I am not a threat, you have nothing to fear.” ... “Maybe you should take Sebile back to the Egyptian exhibit, I understand that she was too scared to go look at the mummy. Maybe her father could protect her better than I?”
“ “Of course, Madame de Sauveterre. Thank you for engaging with my daughter, it was very kind of you.”
“ “It was my utmost pleasure, and please, call me Jennifer.”
After the man had left, apparently to entertain his daughter, Yannick coughed curtly to attacked Madam de Sauveterre's attention. He walked into the larger room to show himself and he took off his cap as a small sign of respect.
"Forgive me m'am, but I happened to overhear a small part of your conversation. You're Madam de Sauveterre if I'm not mistaken?" He looked at her with hope gleaming in his eyes and a shy smile on his lips. If he managed to convince her to patronize him, he'd have a chance to climb higher in the world of the arts and make a name for himself. "My name is Yannick Bakker and I'm an artist myself. Although I doubt someone like you would have heard of me." He extended his hand to shake hers, suddenly a bit insecure. Did vampires even shake hands?
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No Bite and All Bark said
"Notice i did not mention what our relics were." He said smugly. "While i am happy to tell you my powers, it is not wise to tell your enemy exactly what they need to take from you."
Dangit, I was wondering wheter to actually show you or not xD Haha Marcus trusts anyone who isn't from Da-Hyun too easy
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