{This is cross-posted from Dorm Life to branch off into its own stand alone SL}
Akuma Taijiya -- Part One
Midnight. You know where.
...is what the note pinned to Ozalynne's door read. It might have seemed odd that he was so insistent they keep their meetings secret and yet willing to just leave that sort of blatant message on her door, though it was all explained after a passing Kish had asked her about the Sweattar Sale she was attending, referring to the note that he 'accidentally' read. Obviously the magic used upon the parchment allowed only her eyes to read what was truly there...though it was just as obvious that she was oblivious and completely inept at lying and poor Kish would've been left with an odd stream of garbled explanation,
"What? Sweettart Sale? No. I'm not. But Really? Because that would be awesome! I'd love it. I mean cuz I'm going. Right? They're my all time favorite especially when..."
...she'd launched into all the different and delightful ways that they could be devoured until Kish had come up with some way to extricate himself from the diatribe.
At 11:55 she materialized at Twilight Island pleased to discover that the snowy, icy, weather seemed content to leave the magical pocket be for now.
Alone, he stood just beyond the entry portal leading to the Island. He was not dressed in his customary Mage Uniform, but the oriental attire of his homeland that included an intricate and lavish obsidian Kimono lined with silver symbols, hakama pants, and split-toe boots. Oddly enough, there was also an instrument present that might give those familiar with the mage pause; a katana.
http://i836.photobucket.com/albums/zz281/AukaiMastema/107088-katana-deluxe-schwert-sword-polster-latex-waffe-larp-foam-weapon.jpg
With the scabbard tucked through the belt at the small of his back, its hilt would be seen just beyond his left hip. "Who knows that you are here?" He asked, his hair drawn back into a knot-top that revealed the handsomely sharp features of his angular visage.
Ozalynne hated that his first question always seemed to relate to their secrecy. If she were to die out on one of their secret meetings would anybody even know? But drawing in a deep breath she answered in her sweet dulcet tones, "No one, Mage Galician." Her focus drawn inevitably to his attire and his present weapon. She wanted to ask but knew that he would explain in time. She bit her lip for now.
Brais' eyes fell in cursory appraisal before he stepped around her as though to head back through the portal. The long lash of stark white hair slithered about his shoulders with each stride, yet beyond that there was no mindless motion. He seemed very focused. "Come with me." Was all that he said, stepping through the gate, and disappearing.
Surprised, Ozalynne turned about as he moved, wide candy blue eyes following him closely as she tried not to blurt out the dozens of questions that pressed her. She knew he hated it when she was impatient and had learned to bide her time but it was nearly impossible. Her mouth parted to exclaim at his sudden departure before the futility of it sent her darting through the portal after him.
Akuma Taijiya -- Part One
Midnight. You know where.
...is what the note pinned to Ozalynne's door read. It might have seemed odd that he was so insistent they keep their meetings secret and yet willing to just leave that sort of blatant message on her door, though it was all explained after a passing Kish had asked her about the Sweattar Sale she was attending, referring to the note that he 'accidentally' read. Obviously the magic used upon the parchment allowed only her eyes to read what was truly there...though it was just as obvious that she was oblivious and completely inept at lying and poor Kish would've been left with an odd stream of garbled explanation,
"What? Sweettart Sale? No. I'm not. But Really? Because that would be awesome! I'd love it. I mean cuz I'm going. Right? They're my all time favorite especially when..."
...she'd launched into all the different and delightful ways that they could be devoured until Kish had come up with some way to extricate himself from the diatribe.
At 11:55 she materialized at Twilight Island pleased to discover that the snowy, icy, weather seemed content to leave the magical pocket be for now.
Alone, he stood just beyond the entry portal leading to the Island. He was not dressed in his customary Mage Uniform, but the oriental attire of his homeland that included an intricate and lavish obsidian Kimono lined with silver symbols, hakama pants, and split-toe boots. Oddly enough, there was also an instrument present that might give those familiar with the mage pause; a katana.
http://i836.photobucket.com/albums/zz281/AukaiMastema/107088-katana-deluxe-schwert-sword-polster-latex-waffe-larp-foam-weapon.jpg
With the scabbard tucked through the belt at the small of his back, its hilt would be seen just beyond his left hip. "Who knows that you are here?" He asked, his hair drawn back into a knot-top that revealed the handsomely sharp features of his angular visage.
Ozalynne hated that his first question always seemed to relate to their secrecy. If she were to die out on one of their secret meetings would anybody even know? But drawing in a deep breath she answered in her sweet dulcet tones, "No one, Mage Galician." Her focus drawn inevitably to his attire and his present weapon. She wanted to ask but knew that he would explain in time. She bit her lip for now.
Brais' eyes fell in cursory appraisal before he stepped around her as though to head back through the portal. The long lash of stark white hair slithered about his shoulders with each stride, yet beyond that there was no mindless motion. He seemed very focused. "Come with me." Was all that he said, stepping through the gate, and disappearing.
Surprised, Ozalynne turned about as he moved, wide candy blue eyes following him closely as she tried not to blurt out the dozens of questions that pressed her. She knew he hated it when she was impatient and had learned to bide her time but it was nearly impossible. Her mouth parted to exclaim at his sudden departure before the futility of it sent her darting through the portal after him.