As Ilya walked down the hallway with Haden behind him, he saw a familiar face. The girl named Ariel was also at this college, walking down the hall. This was unexpected, but not unwelcome, it would make a long day a bit shorter. He hoped that this time would go as smoothly as his conversation with Haden had.
Before he got close enough for her to hear, he talked quietly and quickly to Haden saying "Derek is what your parents called you. If you want to read more about your "story", I'll give you some notes in a minute. That girl up there is named Ariel Dawson, and like you, she was born in the other realm. I didn't know she would be here, but I guess this cuts down on travel time. If you want, you could handle the introduction, and I can fill in the details.""
After he finished speaking, they had gotten close enough to talk to each other. He wished he had more time to prepare, consulting notes and planning what to say, but they had to do this before she walked away Ilya looked at her, and then back at Haden, wondering who would speak up first.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night
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Can I write Ilya running into Ariel by chance while at the university? Realistically, he wouldn't know she was there, he's not psychic.
So do you want to make the post Nallore? Maybe she could have overhead them talking.
Alright, just trying to get everything nailed down so I don't mess up anyone's location.
So Derek, Ariel, and Mei are all at the same college?
I could write them showing up wherever Ariel is, and then you two could start talking if you want.
Never mind.
If anyone wants Ilya to visit their character first, let me know.
Ilya had already awoken, said his morning prayers, and eaten his hearty breakfast. He walked around his field, checking on his crops. The barley was coming along nicely, even though he had not used fancy seeds or a lot of fertilizer. After a few minor tasks to ensure everything was right, he went back into the farmhouse. It was a spartan dwelling, decently sized but very cheaply built. Ilya had at least bothered to get electrical wiring installed before he moved in, the countryside was littered with dilapidated houses lacking even basic amenities.
Once inside the house, Ilya decided to read for a while. He picked up a book on Russian history, and continued from where he had stopped last time. Currently, he was in the chapter on Andropov, who seemed boring even by soviet politician standards. It was sobering to see what the history of the real world, what he had never known before. Even a thousand fairy tales could not contain a fraction Earth's stories. The world he grew up in was one of black and white, simple conflicts, and happy endings. Unlike anyone else so far, Ilya had seen a lot of both worlds.
He glanced at the calender hanging on the wall, and let out a slight groan. I've been putting off long enough. They're plenty old, and this is only going to get harder the longer I wait. he thought to himself. Ilya put down his book, and grabbed an old notebook of the table. He opened it, looking over the handwritten pages, until he found a list. It had the names and last known addresses of the royals he had been charged with protecting 16 years ago. Over the years, he'd made occasional visits just to make sure his information was correct, posing as a man on a walk, or a parent at a school event, never interacting with them. His daily life had given him more pressing matters to think and worry about, but this was always at the back of his mind.
Thoughts ran through his head as he prepared himself. If they did believe him, if they did not want to go, he didn't know what to do. He had sworn to their parents to protect them from harm, perhaps that was better done here on earth. Forcing them to come with him would be the wrong approach, all he could hope was that they listen. Even if they agreed, he had doubts about his mission. The villains had slaughtered some of the greatest heroes ever seen, what could a bunch of teenagers do to liberate the land? When doubts came like this, he remembered what he swore to do. He may have born a crippled son of peasants, but Ilya had loyalty to challenge the noblest of knights. Ilya grabbed his coat, put on his special boots, and stepped forward. He pondered which royal to see first, and let his seven-league boots whisk him away.
Once inside the house, Ilya decided to read for a while. He picked up a book on Russian history, and continued from where he had stopped last time. Currently, he was in the chapter on Andropov, who seemed boring even by soviet politician standards. It was sobering to see what the history of the real world, what he had never known before. Even a thousand fairy tales could not contain a fraction Earth's stories. The world he grew up in was one of black and white, simple conflicts, and happy endings. Unlike anyone else so far, Ilya had seen a lot of both worlds.
He glanced at the calender hanging on the wall, and let out a slight groan. I've been putting off long enough. They're plenty old, and this is only going to get harder the longer I wait. he thought to himself. Ilya put down his book, and grabbed an old notebook of the table. He opened it, looking over the handwritten pages, until he found a list. It had the names and last known addresses of the royals he had been charged with protecting 16 years ago. Over the years, he'd made occasional visits just to make sure his information was correct, posing as a man on a walk, or a parent at a school event, never interacting with them. His daily life had given him more pressing matters to think and worry about, but this was always at the back of his mind.
Thoughts ran through his head as he prepared himself. If they did believe him, if they did not want to go, he didn't know what to do. He had sworn to their parents to protect them from harm, perhaps that was better done here on earth. Forcing them to come with him would be the wrong approach, all he could hope was that they listen. Even if they agreed, he had doubts about his mission. The villains had slaughtered some of the greatest heroes ever seen, what could a bunch of teenagers do to liberate the land? When doubts came like this, he remembered what he swore to do. He may have born a crippled son of peasants, but Ilya had loyalty to challenge the noblest of knights. Ilya grabbed his coat, put on his special boots, and stepped forward. He pondered which royal to see first, and let his seven-league boots whisk him away.
That's a lot to go through Myst, I'll be praying for you and your family.
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