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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 20:22:34 GMT -5
Skyla
She looked down at the floor, understanding how difficult the task would be. But before Jack could disappear into his home, she ran up and hugged him from behind. "...Thank you, Mr. Blair. For everything." She slowly let go, bowed one last time and left through the front door.
Well... alone again. The sounds of the commuting cars on the streets reminded her of when she had first arrived in Long Island. He was right, though... Now that it's finally time, I haven't he slightest clue how I'm going to reach this 'Cody Lazarus'...
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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 21:39:50 GMT -5
Skyla
"Luggage?" The droopy-eyed airport employee asked, handing Skyla her ticket.
"None, just my carry-on," she replied, gesturing to her purse. It didn't carry any conventional weapons, just her wand and a mid-sized tome filled with whatever spells she could fit in the pages-- most of which were taught to her by Mr. Blair. Nothing suspicious to the TSA, at least.
Before she could continue into the facility, however, a pulse in the air caused her to shiver. Something she hadn't felt in person before, but something unmistakable to any mage. A massive, reckless mana signature. She stared at the crowd ahead and easily spotted its source: a black-haired European woman following the instructions of a crumpled piece of paper.
A... a servant, already? She stared at the woman, beginning to space out. It'll be quite a risk, approaching her... If she's with him, I could be killed right here. If she's against him, I could gain a valuable ally. But... what if-
"Hey," the woman's naturally forceful voice addressed her, her expression showing a bit of suspicion. "Need something?"
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 11, 2017 22:01:32 GMT -5
Celtchar
Celtchar folded up the paper and looked forward. There was a small girl staring at her strangely. She supposed her size made her stand out, but looked herself over anyways to make sure she was indeed wearing normal clothing.
"Need something?" She said, staring her in the eyes. She took a step back and put the paper in her pocket.
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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 22:08:22 GMT -5
Skyla
"I... Um..." The woman's size and build intimidated her, now that they were face to face. "...How long have you been in this world, Miss?"
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 11, 2017 22:18:22 GMT -5
Celtchar
She raised her eyebrows. Was this girl a mage? Why would she seek out a servant completely alone? Did she have a servant hidden nearby? Celtchar eyed the window, ready to turn and run if something went awry.
"I'm twenty nine years old... why?"
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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 22:34:55 GMT -5
Skyla
She tilted her head. "That's... not what I meant. Am I correct to assume that you're a servant?"
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 11, 2017 22:47:25 GMT -5
Celtchar
So she is a mage. Celtchar's face hardened. "Who's with you?" She started scanning the crowd for any out of place looking people. Clothes that were too small, armor, or carrying some sort of weapon. She couldn't afford to fight in a crowd, or even make a scene. She would have to run out onto the tarmac and hope no one could catch her.
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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 22:52:08 GMT -5
Skyla
Skyla flinched at the harsher tone the woman took on. "N-no one! I... I'm actually alone. I've been alone for the past two years, as a matter of fact. All I had was my mentor, and I've... I've left him behind. I'm on an important mission-" She suddenly hushed herself. What am I saying? I can't give away that much! God, what would Mr. Blair do right now? "...I just suppose I could use all the help I can get. I have to stop a disaster."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 11, 2017 23:30:57 GMT -5
Celtchar
She certainly sounded legit, but Celtchar needed to be sure. "Follow me." She said, then started down the terminal, checking behind her shoulder for the girl.
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Post by Zen on Jul 11, 2017 23:47:05 GMT -5
Skyla
"H-hey, where are we going?" She asked, trying to push her way through the crowd. "I still have a plane ticket..."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 11, 2017 23:49:02 GMT -5
Celtchar
"If you want my help you're going to need to come with me. I can't talk in a crowd." She said, keeping up a brisk pace.
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Post by Zen on Jul 12, 2017 0:04:46 GMT -5
Skyla
"Taxi!" The woman yelled once they were outside.
"A cab...?"
"Better than nothing." Before long, a yellow car was waiting for them.
"But..." Skyla whispered after the door shut. "The driver..."
Celtchar narrowed her eyes and crossed her own neck with a finger.
"N-no, we can't!"
"Eh?" The driver cleared his throat. "Where to, ladies?"
Skyla reached into her purse. As she clutched a wad of cash in her fist, a small red rose sprouted from between the bills. "Erm, we'll be going rather far. Will this be enough for eighty miles to start?"
"Huh...?" He picked the money from her hand, staring at the flower. "Fifty dollars and a rose, huh?" He took a quick sniff. "That's an... interesting way to..." In an instant, he was asleep.
"He'll be awake in a half-hour." She smiled and slowly took back her money, leaving behind a five-dollar bill. "No need to take lives, this way. Floral magic... it's what my mentor did best. Didn't think I'd be using it so soon."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 12, 2017 0:24:35 GMT -5
Celtchar
Celtchar's eyes were wide. She put a hand on the seat beside her slowly. How lucky could she be..... "Tell me, who is your mentor?" She said in a much softer tone.
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Post by Zen on Jul 12, 2017 17:20:15 GMT -5
Skyla
"A... A Mister Jackson Blair. He fought in the Sanctum War. At least that's what I was told."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 12, 2017 22:07:32 GMT -5
Celtchar
She clenched her fist. It seemed almost impossible. She wouldn't have to look for him after all. "Hm, do you know where he lives?" Her expression softened.
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