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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 1, 2015 17:42:59 GMT -5
who am i?
Guy had heard stories of this place from various people; travelers who told stories mages from here. Farmers who said they sent their mage child, or their neighbor's mage child, here for an education in manipulating mana. He still hadn't been convinced to visit here until a recent encounter with a mage named Zevran urged him here. Zevran had joined a goblin hunting team Guy had been a part of on the suggestion of this school. While they worked together Zevran had mentioned that Guy seemed familiar. So Perhaps there were more people in this establishment that would recognize him and help him remember.
The Valentine School of Mages seemed over the top to say the least. The tall buildings and grand courtyards all seemed filled with bustling mages and students in robes. There seemed to be no strict uniform policy as some of the people didn't even wear robes and just wore regular clothes, sometimes even less.
Guy stood in the middle of the courtyard. Now that he was here, Guy was unsure where to start looking for answers.
|  180 OPEN I would like to keep it mainly mages but anyone is welcome.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 20:07:43 GMT -5
"Well, don't you look lost."
Atop one of the ornamental pillars, looking thoroughly out of place, sat a beast folk girl cross legged. Behind her, a long fluffy tail rose inquisitively, the tip flipping left and right as the whim took it. Her eyes were focused on Guy with a glittering curiosity, intense enough it might have bored holes in his shirt. Her heels bobbed idley, bouncing gently off the bright marble.
Then she brought her legs in and pushed. Coiled muscles sent her sailing overhead, a ball of fur and leather and cloth. She landed in front of Guy, stretched her long legs and took a step closer. A scheming grin slid its way across her face and her nose gently sniffed at the strange man.
"Most people come here with a touch more purpose. New initiates or current students alike. You're surely not here to enroll, nor do you have the look of faculty about you. What are you?"
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 8, 2015 3:20:17 GMT -5
who am i?
Guy backed up when a flying ball of fur landed in front of him. "I, uh, hi." He stammered out. "I didn't see you up on that pillar." Soon he regained his composure. "Strange to strike up conversation with someone you never met before."
Clearing his throat, Guy introduced himself. "People call me Guy by the way." He held out his hand for his new acquaintance. "And I am here in the pursuit of knowledge actually. Knowledge about myself." He explained. "You wouldn't happen to recognize me by chance? Or perhaps you attend classes here?" Perhaps his personal quest had just taken a huge leap forward.
| If I added any more there'd be too many.
@michikokuboshida Step 1: Find someone to help uncover past. Check.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 4:27:12 GMT -5
Michiko took his hand in hers and gave it a good shake. Her hands were near entirely fuzzy, with the exception of her palms padded in calloused, worn skin. Frowning thoughtfully, she pulled his hand to face level and smelled it again. Individuals, even of similar background and persuasions all had individual idiosyncrasies and scent wasn't too much different in that regard. Human, for the most part, yes, but something else was mixed in. It was only when she was reminded of home, where she last smelled anything like this did one dot connect to another. Oh, and then she let his hand go. Chances were he'd need it for something.
"This would be our first meeting, I'm afraid. The libraries are what drew me here, actually. A hedge mage trained me, but he could not substitute for the total volume of material housed here. I am hoping to gain access - It would be embarrassing if I dedicated decades to discovering techniques or solving a mystery that had been understood for centuries." She reached into his blue locks of hair, fishing about a moment. Ah, their his ears were. "If it is of any substance, I do believe... yes. Just a little bit sharper at the tip. Half elven, I should think. Too fine to be a pureblood human, and not nearly as broad to be Beastfolk."
Ah, but an amnesiac mage with a mysterious past and an uncertain lineage? Yes, she could spare a day on this puzzle. "Hopefully the school will keep an exhaustive record of faculty and students, though you don't seem old enough for the sagely mentor. I don't suppose you have any information to begin with? A name? Trinkets? Oddly specific lasting impressions of necromantic knitting?"
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 8, 2015 7:19:43 GMT -5
who am i?
"Half-elven?" Guy questioned. He reached up and felt his ears after Michiko pulled her paws away from him. It stung, Guy assumed that those furry mitts she called hands hid some sharp claws as well. "How could I be half elf? My ears feel normal to me." He realized his mistaken assumption with a slight facepalm. "Of course they're normal to me, they're the only ears I've known." He sighed.
He was contemplating this new turn of events when he realized something else. "I don't believe you ever gave me your name." He said. "I know I gave you mine, or at least what is used as mine."
"Anything that could help? I have these robes, they are the very same ones I was wearing when I walked out of the Cydonian Woods." He thought a bit more. "There is also my staff, a badly burned tome of some kind. I could only remember one spell, Aqua Explosivae." He brought the necklace from beneath his robes. "There's this necklace."
One more thought clicked in his head. "If we do happen to find a list of students and faculty, we should look for the name Gisbourne."
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@michikokuboshida
Quite a few clues, but no necromantic knitting circle
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 17:14:12 GMT -5
"Oh, right. My name is Michiko." She gave a little wiggle of her fingers. "Your ears aren't too wildly different - Its the smell that gives you away. Humans, pure humans, are... uncomplicated. Theirs another... level to it. An undercurrent of fine notes. Its difficult to describe to someone without such a developed nose." She crinkled her brow. This was like describing taste to a man born without a tongue. Perhaps she had taken Calmwood's high beast folk population for granted. "Beast folk scents are more... more. Though I suppose that would make a certain sense. Communicating features by smell is a very... animal trait."
Ah, but clues! Actual leads! Multiple leads, in fact, which was even better. Some not as promising as others, but that was alright. If they found evidence of one lead that coincided with another piece of the puzzle, it would be quite telling. She began to circle Guy, tail swishing of its own accord as she began to think.
"Gisbourne, then? Very good. I don't recognize your robes, nor the tome. If I had to wager a guess, I would think them uniform of advanced students, perhaps within a specific field of study. Anyone here dressed alike might point us where you recently were. Maybe even recognize a former contemporary. The spell might narrow down a search for a teacher - Directed elemental attack. Water element, as well. Most typically focus their attention on higher energy forms, like fire. What gets my attention is this necklace, in light of the knowledge of your elven blood. You did, after all, say you walked out of the Cydonian woods? Elves are endlessly fascinated with heritage and bloodlines. It looks elven enough, and family jewelry is hardly a novel concept." She took the necklace in hand, took a close look at it. "Someone in Cydonia may be able to identify which family this belongs to. Keeping track of all those lineages does sound like a full time job."
She turned, took a step toward the main building of the campus, then rotated on her heel to look back at Guy. "I don't suppose you know if Gisbourne is a given name or family name?"
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 19, 2015 21:39:23 GMT -5
who am i?
"It's just a thought but none of the students here seem to follow any uniform code." Guy pointed out. He fiddled with his necklace as she mentioned it. Cydonia huh? Guy decided to make that his next stop after he finished here.
"Perhaps we should get started then." Guy took a step toward the largest building. "I'm not sure actually." Guy confessed. "For all I know it could be a location somewhere."
| WORDS TAGGED notes or something here? man, keep it short. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 0:40:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps. Though the fact that you initially believed it to be a name may be telling in of itself. You may recall little, but the context of the word may cling without your recollection." Michiko mused, walking down the boulevard as if she owned the entire academy. "In any event, I find that if one must act without satisfactory evidence available, one ought to keep things simple. Guessing at every possibility leads to no end but paralysis."
Reaching around, she took his far shoulder and gently maneuvered Guy to the front. "I have little idea if they will believe you to be as you say you are. You could pose as Gisbourne's long lost... brother, perhaps? Lover, possibly. It would be more within the realm of possibility. Now, chin up and remember, serious face!"
Michiko grinned as they entered. Something told her, regardless of how things unfolded, this would at least be good for a laugh.
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Post by Guy Sumtin on Feb 24, 2015 20:43:14 GMT -5
who am i?
It amazed Guy how this girl just took charge like this. He didn't even ask her for help beyond if she recognized him. "Why are you doing this?" He asked her as they walked to the doors. "I'm perfectly capable of researching my own past." His affirmation may have sounded strong, but he was grateful for Michiko's help. Without her he most likely wouldn't have learned he's probably half-elven and wouldn't have learned his necklace was of elvish make.
Guy managed to keep pace with Michiko all the way to the doors. Being a magic academy, the doors opened by themselves as soon as the pair approached them. They do that all the time. Guy heard someone say, not realizing that someone was his own mind. Without much ado, Guy made his way towards a desk near the center of the room. "Um. Hi." He said weakly. "I'm looking for a mage named Gisbourne, I heard he studied here." He asked the clerk.
"Gisbourne? Um let me check." The clerk said before she pulled a large volume out from under the desk. "I'm new here so I don't have all the teachers memorized yet." The clerked flipped through the pages of the directory before settling on one. "So Gisbourne, did you want Elder or Younger?"
"Uh, um." Guy wasn't exactly sure how to react. He thanked the Heroes that Michiko was with him as he gave her a desperate look.
| 240 @michikokuboshida Plot Twist!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 21:49:42 GMT -5
At Guy's rather strong response, Michiko folded her arms and tilted her head just slightly up. Just to let him know that yes, she was miffed and yes, it was his fault. Not that she planned to abandon him quite yet, but he didn't need to know that. Just let him sweat for a bit.
She chimed back in as Guy began to flounder. "Younger." While Elder did not always have to mean aged, she would have been genuinely surprised if Guy had descendants just yet. Chances were he wouldn't have known what to do with a woman if they fell in his arms. Though if it was, instead, a son they found it would still be farther than they had been.
Once the clerk was busied, she spoke aside to Guy. "Your ability is not in doubt. Regardless of how important this may seem, my curiosity is enticed. Leaving a question unanswered is distasteful and unsatisfying. Besides, the world is not nearly so dependent upon order behind every action. A little whim is good for the soul."
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