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Post by Sprow on Jun 29, 2012 2:09:06 GMT -5
Darius blinked around them when they finally made it to Land of Dragons. Where they appeared, Darius wasn't sure. It looked like they landed at the foot of a large mountain. Before them was a route leading towards what appeared to be the remains of an old army camp. The tents were long tattered, including the flag, and the wood looked burnt. It appeared as if some sort of battle had taken place but it looked like it wasn't very recent. In fact, it looked like it had been a long time ago. There was a stone monument that sat before it with some sort of written inscription that Darius couldn't see from where they were standing.
"Huh, wonder what that is?" he said with a shrug before turning to White. "So, you're the boss, White, where do you want to go first? It looks like there's a gate leading to a town in the distance...I think, then there's that odd...monument before that old campsite and then there's the route up the mountain. So, which way first?" he inquired.
Darius wondered about White's master and was curious to see who the Wilders were as well. He had no idea that White's master's family were descendants of warriors that fought during a time when that campsite had been demolished. This was definitely going to be an interesting adventure. Darius really hoped that White would find the answers that he sought about his teacher's backstory.
Darius glanced around wondering where Arya and Mr. Thomas were. Surely, they would arrive very soon?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2012 2:46:21 GMT -5
White glanced at the world as they landed in it. He had traveled many worlds with his Master, but White had never been to the Land of Dragons. Given his master's history it was no surprise why. For whatever reason, his master had not visited his family in years. All the unanswered questions White had never been able to ask him.... Maybe he would finally get a chance now.
In all honesty White wanted to head right for his master's family. But he had no clue as to where to find them. Were they at the town in the distance? Or perhaps they lived isolated up on the mountain? Most likely, they would find them in the town. After all that's where the majority of people lived.
White opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a gushing wind made him pause. As wind from above blew down on them, White glanced up to see the skeleton dragon slowly descending with its wings flapping. Making room for it to land, Mr. Thomas and Arya hopped off of it. Arya nodded to the dragon and it rose back up into the air and out of sight.
"Sorry about that. Someone was too busy checking himself out in the water back in Wonderland." Arya apologized to the two of them.
Mr. Thomas shot a look of anger at Arya. "Oh shut it, Ms. Take 2 hours to get ready." He spat back. "Don't think I don't hear your 'Oh is my hair good enough? I don't think this top looks good on me." Mr. Thomas said running his finger through his hair while pretending he was Arya looking in a mirror.
"Stay out of my thoughts!" She yelled. White just shook his head at everything, trying his best not to laugh aloud at the exchange.
Mr. Thomas though, being the oldest, brought things back to the problem before them. "So where are we going?"
"I think were going to head towards the village. Were going to look for the Wilder family."
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A portal opened at the top of the mountain. Out of it stepped a women dressed in a long blue fur coat with long silver hair and sharp yellow eyes. She stood at about five foot three and her hands were wrapped in white cloth. Her feet were in cased in black boots and she appeared to be in her late forties. Whatever her name was didn't matter. All that mattered was the fissure that lived inside her.
The fissure surveyed the area from the top of the mountain. It could make out the pathway that it had to follow, the old camp that it would have to walk through, and the village where it would eventually end up. It could smell the different heartless and nobodies in the air. They all knew that it was here, and they didn't like that. After all it was a creature that shouldn't have existed.
The ones around it would not dare attack it. They knew it had the power that this human possessed. But there were some on the mountain that would attempt to kill it. The fissure didn't like that. And they would be given the hammer of justice. If it had its way it would have simply killed anything that it came across. They all had what it wanted! But it could not. Master had sent it here and it would obey.
"Find the Wilder family... Kill them." Those were its orders.
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Post by Sprow on Jun 29, 2012 3:20:59 GMT -5
Darius patiently waited for White to decide where to go. It was all White here. Darius would take the back row and let White lead them to wherever. Although, it was uncertain where to begin. In fact, White appeared to be confused as to where to start. While they were here, Darius was in no hurry. He just hoped White would manage to find them and figure out what he wished to know. White appeared to want to say something but a sudden onslaught of wind from above stopped him.
Glancing skyward, Darius and White soon found the skeletal dragon with Mr. Thomas and Arya astride it. Both of them stepped back to allow room for the reanimated dragon to land. When it did, Mr. Thomas and Arya clambered off it. Arya apologized to them for the wait claiming that Mr. Thomas had been busy admiring his reflection.
Of course, hearing Arya say such a thing, Mr.Thomas retorted with a remark just as embarrassing for Arya in return for her cheek. According to him, she takes two hours just to get ready for the day and her thoughts weren't something she'd want known public. Darius glanced over to White while the other two were bickering. Like White, Darius was finding it very hard not to laugh at this point. In fact, he almost slipped when he snickered but covered it up by pretending to have a coughing fit.
Once the two were done bickering, Darius had managed to regain his self composure. Mr. Thomas was asking where they were going finally, bringing them back to the task at hand. White stated that he was considering heading over to the town. In the distance, it looked like a town. None of them knew it was the city of China.
"Alright, lead the way!" Darius stated. None of them were aware of the company that was here as well.
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"Come on, Lance! That's not fair!" whined a boy with bright green eyes and short dark blue hair. He was no older than seventeen but acted like he was twelve half the time. He was presently giving the foot taller boy before him a pout. His hair was a much lighter blue and he had hardened, steel gray eyes. Unlike the previous, younger boy, this one was twenty. "Pleeeeeaaase?" he drew out the word, begging the other for something.
"For the last time, it's no, Brayden! Grand uncle wants us to be punctual. We can't go wasting our time on a game. Besides, we have to train and you know how he'll be if he thinks we're late." Brayden, the seventeen year old from before, let out an exasperated sigh at this before shaking his head.
"Aw, come on, Lance. It's not like it's going to take very long. Just a few games! Besides, it's only a half hour until we have to see grand uncle Ray anyways!" Brayden persisted. Lance let out a sigh before looking over at Brayden and nodding.
"Alright, just a few games but no more! And don't let it slip our last names to anyone, you hear? We're known as Smith, okay? Last thing I need is a bunch of crazed fangirls chasing us down the street again." Brayden didn't appear to hear him though since he had ran in the direction of a stall nearby. Lance sighed and followed after him, wondering why he had caved in the first place. Both of them were in the very center of town where festivities were taking place. It was that time again. Commemorating those that had long since passed on that had saved the worlds and the whole city was decked out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2012 16:30:17 GMT -5
White leading the way meant, walking down the path that should have led right to the village below. Didn't seem like to hard of a concept. Unless you were White, and decided that the best way to get to the village was to not walk along the path, but in a straight line. So instead of being along the path that curved down slopping land, White stood over looking a drop of about thirteen feet.
"I think we can make it. It's not to far. And look. The village is right in front of us." White was right about that. The village / city was no more then about a mile from there current position. But the road was more then an additional mile to the west. They could head there, but Arya had already sent out her scrying magic. According to her, the plateau they stood on did not lead to a slant in the road. They would have to back tack if they wanted to get back to the road.
Mr. Thomas just shook his head. "Whose bright idea was it to let him take the lead?" White, who didn't want to be blamed for anything, thought it was best to just go along with Mr. Thomas. Turn this whole mess on someone else then himself.
"Yea, who let me take the lead? They're responsible for this." Glancing right and left between his companions he thought that would have done the trick. Instead they all just looked at him. Well he had to try.
Arya glanced over at Mr. Thomas. "Can't you turn into a trampoline or something?"
Mr. Thomas shook his head. "I can transform into living things... Not material." Well there went that idea. White really didn't want to have to go back the way they came. Not when they were so close! A sudden idea crossed his mind.
"Wait Darius! Can't you fly? Why don't you fly us down one by one?"
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Post by Sprow on Jun 30, 2012 0:17:03 GMT -5
Lance watched as Brayden went from game to game. The festivities were different than the last time he remembered. Neither of them were aware of the foe that would be coming to look for their family. Although, Lance couldn't help but feel there was something different about today and it gave him an uneasy feeling. Maybe he was being oversensitive? With the fangirls that found out their last name, it gave him very good reason to be cautious.
Unlike his ancestor before him, Lance wasn't a womanizer. Granted, he had the looks, as did Brayden, but neither of them enjoyed getting chased by a flock of women. The only reason why they hadn't been discovered yet was because no one really knew their faces well enough just yet. On top of it, their clothing looked foreign and no one really knew them enough to recognize their attire being who they were. In anyone's eyes in such a large city, they looked nothing more than mere off worlder tourists.
"Lance, look,I caught a Koi fish!" Brayden called ecstatically. Lance sighed and shook his head at that. They had at least over one hundred Koi fish in their own personal pond back at home at the estate.
"When are you going to tire of getting Koi fish, Brayden? If you keep adding more, they're going to overpopulate!"
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Darius followed White's lead but he thought his white haired friend would have taken the route that followed the path. Instead, White decided to try going in a perfectly straight line. The good that did them was take them to a drop of thirteen feet or so. Darius couldn't help but find this situation ironic. It was just like the time when White and Darius were on Neverland. The only difference was the size of the drop and the fact that there was no water below to land safely in.
"Yeah...we could..if there wasn't a thirteen foot or so drop in front of us!" Darius retorted. They watched as Arya sent out a probe to inspect the side they had come upon. The road had to be further out from here but the city looked to be just a mile away from their standing position now.
Darius, of course, said nothing when Mr. Thomas asked whose bright idea it was to let White take the lead. Honestly, this was something White wanted to do and Darius was letting him take over here. It was all White when it came to finding the Wilder family. The entire group looked over at White, saying nothing when he responded to what Mr. Thomas had just said, agreeing with him. 'White...I swear!' Darius thought, giving him a bit of a flat look before looking back over at Arya and Mr. Thomas.
The idea of Mr. Thomas transforming into a trampoline made Darius inwardly snicker. The imagery was just too much! Well, if none of them could do anything, Darius guessed their only best option would be for him to fly them down. He had been trying to not expose who they were though. The armor, if spotted by an enemy, would give them away.
When White suggested it, Darius sighed. "Alright but I might need some time. Not sure how much weight I can carry at once." Fishing through his pocket, Darius pulled out the white dragon statuette. Before he could summon his armor, a light rumble was heard that didn't come from a human throat. Turning, Darius found his white dragon friend, Sirius standing there. "Well, what a pleasant surprise, Sirius! Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon!" he greeted the dragon that was no bigger than a tiger. Walking over and patting him.
"Guess this makes this job a little easier, guys. This is the dragon that shows up now and then. I think somehow he's connected with my armor since he's been showing up ever since I got mine." He turned to the dragon once more. It was pure white just like the armor he wore and the miniature dragon statuette he held in his hand. Once done petting the dragon, he spoke to him. "Do you think you can give Arya a ride down, Sirius? I need to get everyone down this drop safely so we can reach that city over there."
The dragon seemed to give a nod in understanding before walking over to Arya, sounding as if it were crooning to her before lowering its front legs to allow her to climb astride his back. While Sirius was doing this, Darius held out his arm and summoned his armor. Enveloping into the white,plated dragon armor again, Darius made his way over to Mr. Thomas and White. "Alright, here we go!"
Leaping up into the air, he made the armor give a powerful flap to its wings, taking him a bit higher into the air and keeping him there. Grabbing hold of White's hand and then Mr. Thomas's, Darius pulled them up. It wasn't exactly easy. Darius wasn't used to flying more than one person around so the strain was a bit much but he bared with it. Heading toward the edge, he flew them down toward the ground, making sure to keep them descending as gently as possible before their feet finally touched the ground and Darius landed beside them. "Whew! There we go."
Sirius came bounding down as well, his wings flapping strongly as he carried Arya down to the ground below, landing with perfect ease, still making that odd but pleasant sound deep in his throat. It looked like the dragon planned to accompany them a bit in this world but for how long, Darius wasn't sure. Anubis, his twin and brother, was just as much a mystery as Sirius was. Both dragons had a habit of appearing and disappearing at random.
"Now to get into the city. Does anyone know much about this place?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2012 2:04:54 GMT -5
White, along with everyone, was shocked to see the appearance of the white dragon. He had never seen the creature before. At first he thought it might be an enemy, so his hand went to the kantana at his back. Standing behind Darius, his friend would have thankfully missed his play because it turned out the dragon was Darius's friend! When Darius approached it, White's hand left his sword to rest at his side.
"So its name is Sirius." White thought. Arya just loved the dragon. Her face lit up at its appearance. Glancing over at her, White had no doubt she wanted to just hug the creature to death. It wasn't that cute...
However it was friendly. After Darius asked it to take Arya down, she practically leaped on top of the thing. Mr. Thomas just shook his head as the dragon leaped off the edge and brought Arya down to the ground. Then it was there turn. Darius took a hold of both White and Mr. Thomas and together they jumped off the plateau.
Darius was strong and they landed safely on the ground below. When Darius de-summoned his armor, White half expected the dragon to leave. But apparently it did not. "See we made it alright. I told you all we would. Now were right by the village. Come on lets go!
Taking the lead once more White led them the remaining mile across the flat land. As they came nearer, White began to spot farmlands around the village. He noticed a few were working the fields. White had thought that they might get some strange looks given there appearance, but that didn't seem to happen. Everyone they passed was friendly and gave them a wave and a smile as if they were old friends come for a visit.
Eventually they came to the road that led to the entrance of the village. White was a bit surprised to see a fair amount of people all walking one way, into the village. All were dressed in various outfits, so there own seemed to fit right in with the mix. As they joined the crowd of people walking in, White took a spot walking next to Darius.
"Wonder where all these people are going?" He asked his friend. Arya was too busy making cooing sounds at the dragon and talking to it in baby talk. Mr. Thomas just watched her and shook his head every so often.
"It's the festival!" A man in his forties dressed in work clothes said. "Were takin a break from the field to join the festival in the center of town. It's a holiday ya no."
White couldn't help but wonder a holiday for what?
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Post by Sprow on Jun 30, 2012 13:12:59 GMT -5
It was amusing to see Arya's reaction toward the dragon. Most people were uncertain about interacting with Sirius since most feared that he'd attack them or get easily agitated with them. Sirius, for a dragon, was pretty mellow. The only time the dragon wasn't mellow was when an obvious enemy was around. The dragon acted like a sort of companion animal like a dog or a cat pretty much but was intelligent enough to understand what humans said.
Sirius didn't mind that the younger human leapt onto his back practically. Once they had landed, the dragon blinked up at Arya as she cooed and spoke to him in what sounded like baby human talk. The dragon didn't seem to mind it though since he wagged his tail a bit in response, gently rubbing his head against her like a cat or dog would.
Once Darius settled Mr. Thomas and White on the ground, he landed and made his armor go away. No reason to wear it all the time unless he wished to make them look like they were hostile or something. The last thing they wanted to do was look hostile going to a large city. There was no telling how their authorities would react to the armor. As for the dragon, Darius wondered how people would react to him. Sirius, pretty much, was threat enough in most people's eyes. They usually gave the creature a wide birth.
As they walked, making it to the city, they could see fields on the outskirts. One particular area looked like it was walled off like some sort of large, personal yard. People regarded them with friendly waves and smiles. 'Well, glad we're being regarded in a friendly way and not like on Wonderland!' he thought.
Darius looked over at White when he said he wondered where everyone was going. "I don't know. Looks like something festive is going on though." Darius gave a shrug at that. It didn't take long though before their question had been answered. A man in his forties had overheard them and went on to tell them that it was the festival, everyone was taking a break because it was a holiday. A holiday for what though?
"I take it...no one knows anything about this world then? Guess we go and ask around for information?" Darius suggested. Sirius plopped himself next to Arya, wagging his tail while watching the people walking by. Some even took pause, like a child, to pet the dragon before continuing on into the city.
"Guess this is a world I can take you to, Sirius!" Darius said to the white dragon. It were almost as if dragons were revered here.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2012 18:35:42 GMT -5
White was leading once again as they followed everyone into the town. Behind him Arya stood next to the dragon running her hand down its neck and over its scales, petting it. Mr. Thomas brought up the rear, the elf was donning a bit more matching look then his Wonderland outfit, wearing working clothes. He wore a hat on his head to cover his pointed ears.
Coming into the village they did pull quite a few looks thanks to the dragon in their company. Darius was thinking the right thing about dragons. They all seemed amazed and tolerant of the dragon and the girl by its side. In fact every time White went up to someone to ask them questions about this world, and the inhibitors of it, they all ran right past him! They all wanted to pet the dragon. However they were poliet about it and went on their way shortly after a question of two.
The closer they came to the actual festival the more people came. "No one is even listening to me? They all went to pet the dragon!" White exhaled in annoyance. This was not getting them anywhere.
As they finally came to the main square where the festival was being held, the crowd of people around them pulled even more. White was even being pushed out of the way so that they could all see the dragon.
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The fissure came to the end of the mountain at last. It stood at a crossroad. Glancing one way, the fissure could make out the remains of an ancient battle. Near it were the remains of an old encampment as well. It could go that way.... Or it could go the other way. Leading the other way was the village. Even from here it could make out the many people heading towards the main square as some sort of festivities were going on.
The fissure knew where it needed to go. Towards the village. It would find its assignment there. But as it glanced towards the former camp and battle field, it could feel the life of a living being there. It was walking through it and towards it. The fissure could wait.... and get its arms wet and taste the sweet juice of those that existed on its lips. Or it could continue on its assignment as it should.
Such tough decisions. The right thing was to follow orders, but it just couldn't resist the life force coming this way. For that reason it decided to wait.
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Post by Sprow on Jul 3, 2012 1:21:55 GMT -5
Sirius was really enjoying all of the attention he was getting. Never before had so many people come to pet him. If Darius thought right, he didn't think it would be to this extent. Seeing as the dragon was drawing so much attention, it was difficult to get anyone to answer White's questions. Darius couldn't help but give White an apologetic and sheepish look. "I'm sorry, White. Sirius comes and goes. I don't know when he will leave and I hardly see him as it is."
There was one good thing about Sirius though. With White persisting in questioning people despite not getting answers, they were at least drawing attention. If there were any Wilders though, they didn't see any yet. Darius figured they were locals from here but he wasn't sure. Darius didn't even know what White's master looked like so he had assumed he appeared like these locals.
"How the hell are we to find any Wilders in a place so busy?" Darius stated, looking at the crowd of people.
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While White and the group was at one end of the city, Brayden and Lance were on the other moving inward. Neither of the two youths looked up at the time. In fact, Lance hadn't yet thought to glance up at the time. He thought they had plenty of time and didn't realize that time was flying on them as Brayden played game after game. Seeing his younger cousin happy made Lance happy. They didn't often get to do things like this. All the time, it was training that took up most of their days. What for, Lance and Brayden never really knew. All they really knew was because it was in their family's blood to be warriors.
Due to the past, their ancestors, the Wilders were widely known. Even what one of them did twenty years ago gave the Wilder name a lot of fame. That was why Brayden and Lance had to conceal their last name all the time. Fangirls went crazy when they found out. Thankfully, their estate was safe. The "old family secret" was what kept visitors from seeing where they lived and getting to them without their permission first.
As the two wandered further toward the center of town, a commotion seemed to draw their attention. It looked like a group of people were being surrounded while locals were trying to pet a white dragon that seemed to be their pet or something. "Oh wow, a dragon!" Brayden exclaimed excitedly. Lance could see why, it wasn't often a dragon was seen here. They were in this world, true but they weren't seen often and usually the dragons didn't hang around like this.
Lance had no choice but to follow Brayden over to the crowd as the younger guy tried to get a better view. Both of hem made their way through the crowd so Brayden could better see the dragon. He was no larger than a tiger in size. People were pushing past a white haired individual rudely to go and pet the dragon. Another youth stood next to him with brunette hair and pale blue eyes. The four of the individuals nearest the dragon were clearly not from this world but there were foreigners here too. Not to this extent though.
The two up front seemed awkward. The white haired one looked rather harassed. Brayden was busy looking excitedly at the dragon. Lance, on the other hand, was trying to take in everything. Oddly enough, the mention of his family's last name by the dark haired guy made Lance look over at them sharply. Wilders? Why were they trying to find the Wilders? Brayden didn't seem to hear while Lance came up next to him.
"...Brayden...I think it's time to head back home." Brayden looked around at Lance unhappily.
"Aw, how come?" he inquired. Lance just shook his head and motioned for Brayden to follow. He didn't like the sound of their last name being uttered by off worlders. Maybe he was being paranoid? Either way, it was best to leave now before anyone knew the wiser.
"I'll tell you later. Let's go...now!" Lance urged. Brayden sighed in exasperation, looking back over at the group before finally heading after Lance.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2012 12:35:59 GMT -5
If White had known that there were Wilders right in front of him he would have pounced on them like a lion hunting a gazelle. But he did not. Instead he got pushed even more out of the way until he no longer even in the crowd. Arya had stopped as well because the crowd wasn't moving, just growing. Some left of course, but the majority of people were still crowding in.
"This is ridiculous." White thought. Sighing, he placed his hands in his pockets. Well there was nothing to do but wait till the crowd dispersed some. White glanced over to a teen about his age and a younger boy as they exited the crowd, walking the other way. They were dressed a bit different compared to the locals. Perhaps they were not of this world either? It seemed visitors from other worlds were more welcome in this world.
White didn't have much time to think about them though. That was because the sound of a scream shrilled through the crowd. White's eyes found Darius's in slight worry. That was a female's voice. Suddenly the sound of a sword being drawn and the sound of a dragon's roar shook the crowd and the crowd was forced back. As they ran, White made his way through them and over to Arya.
Mr. Thomas was helping her up from off the ground, White also noticed that Mr. Thomas had drawn his weapon. Darius's dragon had taken an offensive stance as well. "What happened?!" White asked.
Mr. Thomas answered, "They were all crowding in and one of them and pushed Arya out of the way when she wouldn't move. I drew my weapon and they all screamed and ran back. Glancing around, White noticed that the entire festivals had gone quiet. They all stared at there group in silence...
What were they supposed to do now? They all looked slightly afraid of the dragon and the newcomers now. "Excuse me..... Can anyone tell us where we might find the Wilder Family?"
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Post by Sprow on Jul 3, 2012 13:24:37 GMT -5
If Darius had known, he would've helped White out. Although, he probably wouldn't do something as extreme as tackling them like a lion would its prey. He would've blocked their escape so White could catch up to them and then the interrogation, well questioning, could begin. Unfortunately, neither of them noticed enough to warrant giving chase to two Wilders that had basically just slipped from their grasp. Well, that is, until a scream had been heard.
Darius turned right around towards the center of the crowd, hearing a roar that sounded very much like Sirius. Alarmed, both White and Darius had made their way through the crowd. In the center, Arya was being helped back to her feet, Mr. Thomas with a sword in hand and Sirius in a defensive stance as well. He growled in warning if anyone dared to take a step toward them.
As Darius listened to what had happened, Darius turned toward the crowd. "Well, we wanted their attention...looks like we finally did but not in a way we had wanted!" Darius spoke to White. What were they going to do now that the people were frightened of them?
Darius watched as White asked of the frightened people if anyone might find the Wilder family. Since the area had gone much quieter, mostly everyone just stood stock still and stared. It didn't take long before someone piped up. "You'll have to find someone that doesn't look like they belong here with blue hair. They're not easy to find, the Wilders." It had been an elderly man that spoke up and not a moment too soon.
Lance and Brayden, whom had been retreating from the scene, had paused when they had heard a shrill cry from before. Both had been deciding whether or not some sort of attack was going on and if they were needed. When the white haired guy asked if anyone could tell them where the Wilder family was, Lance began to urge Brayden to quicken his step. It didn't take long before someone spoke up and Lance cursed. Why? Well, someone else took notice of them and let out a delighted screech, forgetting their fear.
"Run!" Lance urged, Brayden and Lance took off down a street at top speed.
"White! Over there!" Darius pointed when the screech had been heard. He saw two fleeting figures take off around the bend. With that, Darius ran after them, weaving out of the crowd but it was hard since some locals had even tried to run in the same direction. The Wilders were apparently famous here judging by their reactions.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2012 19:06:43 GMT -5
White watched the crowd awaiting to see if anyone might answer them. At first it seemed like no one would. Would he ever get the answers to his questions? It seemed like this was going to be another loose end. If no one knew where they might find the family, how did they suppose to find them? White sighed aloud, his head lowering in defeat. Another failure.
"You'll have to find someone that doesn't look like they belong here with blue hair. They're not easy to find, the Wilders." Head perking up, White listened to the old man. "Blue hair...." Voice trailing off, White glanced the crowd for anyone with blue hair. It was an odd color to have, so he figured it should stand out.
"White! Over there!" Darius didn't wait for White. He took off the moment he had caught wind of fleeting figures. White's eyes followed his friend as he followed them. White had not seen the runners before they rounded a corner. But the fact that this might be the very ones he was searching for was just too much.
White let out a heroes cry as electricity charged his body. With speed doubled, White practically flew through the crowd. Every time it looked like he was about to run into someone, his increased speed and strength was used to jump as high as seven feet over them. Rounding the corner, White past Darius, and began gaining on the fleeting figures. They had blue hair! "Wait!" He shouted.
Back at the original scene of the crowd of people Arya glanced from Mr. Thomas to her new friend. "Guess we should follow shouldn't we? She had no plans of charging off like they did and Mr. Thomas shared there thoughts as well. They walked calmly with Sirius by there side. The crowd watched them as they left, most to afraid to approach the dragon again.
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Post by Sprow on Jul 3, 2012 20:44:10 GMT -5
Darius hadn't bothered to wait because the figures he spotted were moving so fast that he would've lost them if he held back. Hopefully, White would get the gist of what was happening and catch up soon. Darius wasn't sure if he'd be able to tail them for long since they already had a good head start. As he ran, he felt the adrenaline rush. If he could just catch up to them!
Suddenly, something went flying past at top speed. Blinking, Darius realized by the white blur that it had to have been White. 'About time!' he thought, bringing up the rear. As they ran, Darius could feel the burning in his lungs. Hopefully, they'd catch them soon. Darius wasn't sure how long he'd be able to endure a long run.
Up ahead, Brayden and Lance ran. They didn't know what that group wanted to do with the Wilders but it couldn't be good. They had always been told to avoid anyone that wasn't from this world asking for questions about their family. The Wilders had become more aloof in the years. It all began during the event that took place twenty years ago. Most locals didn't know anything about them all containing some sort of shade of blue in their hair though. The only reason why someone so old would know was because of the fact they were more involved with the world's inhabitants then. Why they did this though, no one understood. They were very much locals just like them now even if their origins originated off the world.
As Brayden and Lance ran, they heard the others giving chase. Lance couldn't help but curse at their luck. They would have to rely on giving them the slip in some fashion. At the rate they were going, at first, it looked as if they were going to make a good escape. It wasn't until the white haired one caught up behind them, shouting for them to wait when things got a bit messier.
"Brayden, you go on ahead. I'll distract them!" Lance told his cousin. Brayden looked over his shoulder at Lance hesitantly.
"But-!" he made to protest. Lance just shook his head furiously,motioning for Brayden to go on ahead.
"Just go!" Lance stated before holding up his right hand. As he did so, a long, seven foot lance formed in thin air. Grabbing hold of it, Lance turned to face the guys that had been chasing them as Brayden went on ahead, turning another corner. Steeling himself, Lance took on a battle ready stance as his expression hardened. "What do you want?" he growled at White, locking eyes with him.
Sirius remained with Mr. Thomas and Arya. The dragon looked up curiously at them as they spoke. They didn't run after the other two. Most likely, holding back in an already frightened crowd was a wiser decision. Oh well, boys will be boys. Sirius just padded along when the other two started walking. No one dared to come near after the incident with Arya.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 0:01:24 GMT -5
White followed the pair. All he wanted to do was to get one of them to stop. He wasn't going to hurt them or anything! Of course he didn't really take into consideration that electric sparks were up and down his body, keeping his speed and strength doubled. As the older of the pair paused, White thought that perhaps now he had a chance! He increase his speed gaining more ground on them.
As he came within feet of them, White watched the younger of the two sprint away, while the older summoned a spear! White forced himself to a halt. It was either that of get gouged by that spear. Coming to a stop he was not one bit tired, thanks to the electricity of course.
"What do you want? The teen around his age growled at him. White found the teen locking gaze with him. It was a bit hard to tell White's intentions cause the electricity even traveled across his face as well. White made no move to draw the weapon on his back. But he did not disperse the electricity. If the teen made another run, White wanted to be able to catch him.
What though could White even say? He heard footsteps coming behind him. He assumed it was Darius, finally catching up. "I just wanted to ask you guys some questions.... Look I can't just explain it here. It'll take time. I was a friend of Justice Wilder..."
White trailed off not to sure if he was saying things the right way. Perhaps he ought to explain it better. "I was more then a friend... he was sort of my father." Of course he was not biological his father. He meant that he was a father figure and had raised him since his parents death. But there was no way Lance would know that.
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Post by Sprow on Jul 4, 2012 0:47:14 GMT -5
Brayden continued running but couldn't help but look back over his shoulder as he went. It bothered him to leave Lance behind like that. Lance had been like an elder brother to him ever since they were kids. Neither of them had any biological siblings and both of them knew what it had been like to not have a father. Grand uncle Ray had pretty much raised them and served like a grandfather figure to them both. He wasn't an easy man to get along with though. He always pushed the two hard, as if he expected the world to come into great peril at any given moment.
The thought of losing Lance frightened Brayden. Without his elder brother figure, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He always looked up to Lance and out of the two, Lance was the strongest and most skilled. Maybe Lance would really pull through? Still, he wasn't so sure. The two of them were still young and still had yet to go through other trials their grand uncle had in store for them.
Brayden forced himself to go on though. The rest of the Wilders had to know in case they had company. Maybe Lance would get some help by the others but Brayden wasn't so sure about that. They had an uncle who was in his mid-forties. His brothers had died or went missing in action. There had been at least four of them from what stories Brayden had heard. Then, there was Brayden's mother and Lance's aunt. Lance's own mother had died during childbirth so Lance was pretty much raised by his aunt and Grand uncle Ray. Then there was their little cousin, Mia who was no older than four years old but already she was learning martial arts from Grand uncle Ray. As for their grandfather and grandmother, they lived on the top of the mountain. There were a lot of Wilders in the estate but there were also Brayden's and Lance's grandparents that lived on the top of the mountain. They saw them every festivity and already, they were at the estate, enjoying their time catching up with family. Brayden and Lance went almost every other weekend.
"Hang in there, Lance! I'll alert the others! Return safely," Brayden said, as if Lance could hear him as he continued running towards the end of the street.
Lance faced White carefully. Any wrong move and he might attack him. After all, Lance didn't know what these people wanted and it could be safe to assume they might be enemies. He barely blinked as he watched the guy skid to an abrupt halt right before his spear. He kept a very careful eye on him when the guy replied. In his peripheral vision, behind White, he could also see the dark haired one coming upon them. When he had, he immediately stopped what he was doing and raised his arms to show he meant no harm.
He didn't say nothing, just kept his battle ready pose in case he felt the need to strike. At least these guys knew enough to stay back. Lance, where he believed they might be enemies, would rather not have to try and kill them. People that challenged Brayden and Lance in the past learned that where they were young, they weren't something to contend with. Not that these guys here weren't probably powerful in their own rights but Lance would rather not have to resort to violence. At the mention of Justice Wilder's name, Lance's eyes narrowed a bit.
Justice Wilder may have been a hero here, but he was also thought to be dead. Hearing that he had been alive and this kid knew him only made Lance think he had been some sort of deserter. Still, Lance was admittedly curious about what had happened to Justice Wilder. He was one of the four brothers that had been missing or dead and the only one that could use a keyblade.
For a moment, Lance didn't move and it looked like he didn't believe him for a moment. However, he could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't trying to kid him. Lance was an observant individual, he would be able to tell by the slightest hint that someone was up to something and all they had to do was stand before him. "...Why don't you drop that electrical energy already?" he grumbled, having already lowered his lance but kept it at his side, ready in case they tried anything funny. Lance brought his gaze between the two before turning down the alley.
"We're sorry for chasing you like that but you chose to run." That was all Darius said, allowing White room here to speak to this unknown figure. He was definitely a Wilder if what the elderly man had said about their hair was true. Now that they were standing in the alley, Mr. Thomas, Arya and Sirius should be able to catch up to them now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 1:36:06 GMT -5
White felt the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins even now. The electricity around him continued to still slightly pulse. At first it seemed like the teen before them was going to attack. White really hoped that he wouldn't. He didn't come here to make enemies. He was hoping to make friends.
"...Why don't you drop that electrical energy already?" White hadn't really paid much attention to how he himself must look. But at the mention of the electrical energy, White did let it disperse at last. He was now his normal looking self. A tall teenager with spiky white hair and gray colored eyes. He too lifted his hands to show he was not looking to fight.
Darius was right too of course. White didn't mean to frighten them, but the teen had chosen to run. "Were not here to hurt you or your family... Please... were just here to talk, honest." There was a slight plead in White's voice. It was hard not to tell because it was all true. He was so tired of searching and for one of his Master's relatives to finally be right in front of him was just too much. He needed to meet them. His Master had been killed in front of him, it was his fault that he was dead. White had to apologize to his family.
It was at about this time that Arya, Mr. Thomas, and Sirius appeared. They made sure to stand slightly farther back then White and Darius, giving them room to talk with the teen with the spear. White glanced back noticing there arrival as well. He hoped Lance didn't take it as a threat. If there was only some way he could prove...
A sudden thought came to White. He did have something from his Master! White slowly reached to the weapon on his back. He hadn't thought though to tell Lance though that he wasn't drawing his weapon. Not thinking about how it might affect the teen, he touched the edge of the hilt and took off the pendent that was connected to the chain on the hilt of his kantana. Bringing it forward revealed a coat of arms. When his Master had given him this kantana, he had given him this pendent as well telling him. "This pendent proves your are my prodigy. It is good to have something to remind us of our loved ones no?"
"This was given to me by Justice... Maybe this will prove something." White tossed it to the other teen.
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Post by Sprow on Jul 4, 2012 2:22:07 GMT -5
Where Lance had turned down the alley, he had his other eye keeping a close eye for any sudden movements in the corner of it. Right now, he was checking to make sure that Brayden had gotten away successfully. Once he was sure the idiot hadn't tried to play hero, he returned his complete attention on the strangers. He wasn't entirely sure if it were all true but the tone of the white haired guy's voice seemed genuine.
Once the guy had dropped his electrical energy, Lance was able to get a better look at his face. It was said the eyes gleam what was within the soul. Having locked eyes with White in the electrical state he had been earlier, it hadn't been easy to tell if he wasn't lying except by his voice. Now that he had dismissed it, Lance was seeing that there was some truth in there. He couldn't be sure if it was the whole truth though. Lance wasn't a very trusting guy. Still, he noted the pleading tone in White's voice. All they wanted to do was apparently talk.
Darius slowly turned when he heard footsteps. As he did, he found Arya, Mr. Thomas and Sirius standing there. The dragon made an odd rumbling sound at the back of his throat as if he were confused about the situation, tilting his head but remaining with Arya and Mr. Thomas for now.
Since White hadn't tried to forewarn Lance what he was about to do, Lance's reaction was completely understandable. In a heart beat, he had brought the lance up again to point at White. White didn't seem to really notice as he finally got whatever it was that he had been searching for. It really appeared to be some sort of weapon. Already, Lance was on the alert, ready to react if he had to. What came next though took Lance a bit off guard. Instead of a weapon, which looked like it would be a katana, White had decided to throw some sort of trinket in his direction. It had been a chain on the end of the sword's hilt.
Confusedly, Lance caught it in his free hand, as if snatching it from the air with ease. Examining it, he furrowed an eyebrow. On it was the coat of arms. It was definitely a symbol of some kind. Inspecting it carefully, while also watching them in the corner of his eye, Lance ravaged his brain for anything that pertained to this but he couldn't think of anything. Well, except for maybe the ancient armor their family had contained in the room of their ancestors. Maybe the symbol pertained to that? Still, Lance wasn't an idiot. He had seen this sort of symbol before around the room of his ancestors. No doubt, it belonged to a Wilder if not Justice Wilder.
Hanging on to it, but not with the intention of keeping it, Lance decided what to do here. Brayden surely would have alerted the whole estate about them. Most of them were probably worried sick about where Lance was. He would have to accompany them to the estate and let the others know it was safe. "...Alright, I see you're not fooling me..." he trailed off, finally lowering his weapon again at his side.
"Follow me, then...but know this...no one can enter the estate without knowing how to get in. Come, I will show you but don't either of you try anything funny. Our family is full of warriors, young and old. We will not hesitate in killing you if you turn out to be of ill intent." With that, Lance turned away from them and started walking down the way Brayden had gone.
"Guess this is our cue then, White. Finally,some answers, eh?" Darius said to White, trying to be enthusiastic. This must be somewhat painful or awkward for White. He was meeting Justice Wilder's family for the first time. How did it make him feel? Darius guessed that he would just have to come along and see how the Wilder family was for himself. It looked like Lance was fine with them all coming along. Whatever White had given Lance, it was certainly convincing enough. With the others trailing behind, they made their way to a point of the seemingly endless streets towards what looked to be a dead end.
Lance walked right up to the wall though, unbothered by the fact that it was just a solid wall. As he stood before it, a voice was heard. "State the password~!" Lance already knew who the owner of the voice was and sighed.
"Brayden, is this really necessary? You know it's me!" Lance spoke to the seemingly bodiless voice. A snicker answered him for a brief moment.
"Can't let you pass unless you speak the password!" Brayden's voice stated. Obviously, whatever it was seemed to amuse the owner of the voice greatly. At this, Lance let out an exasperated sigh, lowering his gaze to the cobbled street and furrowing his brows with irritation.
"...Bras!" Lance finally said, rather sharply. Brayden could be heard laughing as the wall finally shimmered out of sight to reveal that the wall the entire time had been concealing a private entrance to a vast estate. There had to be at least a good set of homes lined up next to each other and one center one that rested the farthest back. The same coat of arms rested on the center of this one.
"Hah! I actually got you to say it!" Brayden laughed, much to Lance's annoyance. The older youth just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Brayden was known to be the immature one of the two.
"If you're finished, Brayden, we have to bring these guests before Grand uncle Ray. They claim to know Justice Wilder and this symbol is convincing enough. He would recognize it if it were truly Justice's." Lance had motioned towards the group behind him to show Brayden who he meant. Brayden got over his fit of laughter pretty quick as he peered over at them curiously. How had they gotten something of Justice Wilder's?
"Huh, well I'll be. Welp, let's get going then!" Brayden stated. With that, he stepped aside to admit them. Motioning for them to follow, Brayden took the lead over to the largest house on the estate. There was a large lawn that belonged to this estate. In the far right, there was a pond and if anyone were to peer over, they would see flecks of color. A sign that Brayden had, indeed, been gathering far too many koi fish than the pond could handle much like Lance had said moments ago. Already, Lance had placed his new koi fish in the pond with the rest. No doubt, the other koi fish wouldn't be thrilled about competing with yet another one of their kind for food.
"Grand uncle's in the room of our ancestors. He should be able to know a few things." As they reached it, Brayden cupped his hands and called out to Grand uncle Ray. Lance brought a palm to his face. Brayden never really understood the appropriate method of getting someone. Oh well, too late now.
In response, there was a considerable amount of grumbling before a door slid open to reveal an elderly looking man in his seventies. Despite that though, he had very keen blue eyes that seemed to pierce into their very beings as he gazed upon them. "What's the meaning of this, Brayden? How can you call upon me in such a manner?" he grumbled. If anyone looked around, they would notice that they were being very closely watched by fleeting pairs of eyes from all around.
"Grand uncle Ray, I apologize for Brayden's...way of things but anyways, I've brought these strangers here. They claim to know Justice Wilder and had given me this." Lance held up the chain with the coat of arms on the pendant before handing it over to the elderly man when he held his hand out. Examining it carefully, Ray gave a bob of his head in recognition.
"Yes, this is, indeed his. I never thought I'd see it after so many years of no word from him. I had figured my nephew either died or found himself somewhere else. Truly, this is something after so many years." Lance and Brayden stood there silently as the old man yammered on about his nephew. "How unfortunate that only one of the four remained with us but now I am wondering if there's two left of the four?" he finally said, looking over at the group expectantly.
"Can any of you tell me which of you had been given this by Justice Wilder?" Ray asked them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 2:54:01 GMT -5
White really hoped that it would work. He wasn't lying to the teen. It really was Justice's. Of course White would have gotten a slap in the back of the head if he had ever called him that. It was always Master or teacher at some times. But never by the first name. White did not know much about his Master's family or where Lance was taking them. Heck he didn't even know this was the world he was from. He had never heard of such a thing until Lady Silvia had spoken of it.
Relief flooded White's faced when Lance said that he would take them to there estate. White had never seen an estate before, but he supposed it must be fairly large. Glancing over at Darius as he spoke, White could only nod. His thoughts were full of excitement and nervous thinking. Too many thoughts at once flowed through his mind, and made it hard to really focus on anything besides walking.
Because of this, White hadn't realized how far they had come until Lance had stopped. When a voice spoke within thin air, it barley registered to White. He heard something about someone asking for a password... It wasn't long though before the wall itself seemed to separate to reveal a grand estate. And grand it was! The site took White's breath away. Seeing the different homes, the peaceful grassland, and even the koi pond gave White a sense of peace. No wonder they had a password. This place was magnificent.
As they crossed in, White passed by the younger teen from before. He was the one who Lance had told to run ahead. There wasn't any time to converse with him though, because the teen caught up with Lance as they led the way. Walking along the ko pond, White's parallel thinking settled in again, making him nervous and excited.
When at last they came to the largest of the homes, an old man exited after the younger teen rudely shouted for him. Seeing the elderly man, there was no doubt that this man was related to his Master. They shared some similar features, with the only difference that this man was obviously much older then what Justice would have been.
White listened to the exchange between Lance and his Grand Uncle Ray. When the elderly man confirmed that was indeed his Master's pendent, White felt the excitement and nervous thinking twofold. However it turned to a pit in his stomach when the elderly man spoke of perhaps there being two of his nephews left.
"Can any of you tell me which of you had been given this by Justice Wilder?" White was used to paralyzing and stunning people with his weapon. But now he was getting a taste of his own medicine. He felt like a statue. He was finally here and yet he felt a sudden grief. What if they didn't like what he had to say? What if they wanted nothing to do with him? Serious doubt crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't be silent. He had wanted this. And for his master he would do all that he promised himself he would upon his death.
Stepping forward, White raised his head to look up at the elderly man. "That would be me. I am sorry to say sir, but your nephew is not alive." There... he had said it.
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The fissure licked the blood off its lips as it stood over the corpse of a human male. He had come just as the fissure had thought it would. It felt so good to taste the blood of what was right in this world. It wanted nothing more then to be like it. And so when it had encountered the human, the fissure couldn't help but destroy it in its jealousy.
But that was over and done with now. It felt no more life forms coming this way. Even the animals were heading away from it now. Well that didn't matter to it. The fissure rolled the shoulders of the female it occupied and set its legs to walking once more. It didn't know exactly how to find the Wilder family. But it would do what it liked to do best.
Kill those who belonged... And eventually the Wilders would come to it. But first it had to reach the village. Like White it had no need to follow the road. It took the most straight narrow path. As it came upon the cliff with the large drop it did not hesitate. It simply walked right off. Falling to the ground below, it landed with a boom that created a small crater around it. As dust swirled, the fissure brushed off the dust its leggings. Not all of it though. It had to blend in with the crowd until it reached the center. Then it could fill its lust.
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Post by Sprow on Jul 4, 2012 13:49:33 GMT -5
Darius couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in Brayden's direction. He had requested the oddest type of password that he could imagine. Clearly, this one was immature compared to the other guy. White was too excited though to notice that Lance had just been forced to say "bras" in front of them all by Brayden. 'Admittedly, that was pretty funny!' he thought to himself with a slight smirk.
As soon as their group entered through the entrance, it sealed over again to conceal the estate and them. It hadn't taken long before they were standing before what appeared to be one of the eldest members of the family. Darius hadn't known that there were other elderly people here as well since the only one they were seeing right now was this Grand uncle Ray.
Once he had been handed over the coat of arms on a chain, the elderly man seemed a bit delighted to hear about some news from Justice Wilder. He had even skimmed over their heads as if he expected to see him amongst them. Already, Darius could feel the tension rising in the air. White had to tell them that he had died.
Lance looked over at White, knowing perfectly well what he had said earlier in the alley. Brayden followed Lance's gaze and all was quiet for but a moment. Finally, White spoke. Apologizing to them, he announced that Justice Wilder had died. Oddly enough, the effect wasn't as powerful as Darius thought it would be. Certainly, the elderly man's face fell but not as if he had just been told news he hadn't foreseen.
"Ah, it wounds me so to know that he is no longer with us...but we had assumed beforehand that he had been or had gone somewhere else. Alas, my brother and his wife will be saddened to hear that their Justice is not here anymore for certain this time..." he trailed off, looking in Brayden's and Lance's direction. Lance and Brayden turned their gazes onto Ray, none of them said anything and they just simply looked confused as to why he was looking at them. Neither of them had ever met Justice Wilder since he had left before Brayden was born and where Lance had been around then, he had only been a baby of about a few months.
"We will hold a ceremony for him when we can." Ray faced them all. Still holding the trinket, he gave a bit of a sigh. "Well, I've at least got an answer as to where he's been for the past twenty years." He was looking right at White when he had said it. Ray knew what the symbol entailed. Justice Wilder had been taking care of White, training him to be a warrior and had given him the pendant as a means of showing that he was his prodigy. The Wilder family knew enough to treat those their own trained as if they were family. After all, a friend of a Wilder's was a friend of all Wilders.
"So, come, tell me...who are you fine gentlemen and young lady?" Ray asked them all. Lance and Brayden looked over at the group, saying nothing. They both knew that even if the news hadn't been expected that their Grand uncle and their grandparents would be sad. Even their remaining uncle that had been he luckiest of the four of the previous generation would be grieved. Still, at least they were finally gifted with news of him. Lance and Brayden knew nothing more than the fact that Justice Wilder had left them twenty years ago after saving the world and wielded a keyblade.
"I'm Darius Quentin, the white dragon is Sirius. He's my companion that chooses to come and go on a whim." No sooner had he said that and Sirius gave a disgruntled rumble of his throat, giving Darius a look similar to an unhappy look a human would give another human.
Once everyone had introduced themselves, Ray motioned for them to follow him into the room of their ancestors. "Come, let us sit down and talk for a while. I'm sure Justice had been very hush-hush about his personal life to you." With that, he walked into the large room. Lance and Brayden waited for the others to step inside before entering after them. Both of them shut the sliding doors and took seats upon pillows at a long, black table where their grand uncle seated himself at one end. Behind him, there was a display of ancienter looking armor concealed behind glass doors. It was dark blue in color and a plaque read over it "The armor that sleeps. Armor that once belonged to Rowen Wilder."
In another glass case, there was a set of swords. Well, there was suppose to be but there was only one remaining. An empty space above showed that one blade was missing. Above it read "Once weapons belonging to Jean Wilder and then passed on to her and Rowen's son, Alan Wilder." The whole area appeared to be a display of prominent members of the Wilder family. There was also a Red Wilder.
"Please, seat yourselves and we can get into talking. I'm sure there are answers you're searching for." Ray was leaving White an opening to bring up any questions that he had. Darius sat next to White, Sirius sitting behind Arya and Mr. Thomas. Brayden and Lance seated themselves on either end of the table facing each other on the opposite side saying nothing. Admittedly, they were curious about Justice Wilder too. Lance and Brayden were usually left in the dark when it came to the story about their biological fathers and their uncles' generation. Whenever Lance and Brayden questioned Ray or the grandparents about their fathers, they would only tell them when they were ready.
"Come on, guys, talk!" Brayden said with a smirk. It earned him a thwack to the back of his head from Lance, who shook his head at Brayden. "Ow!" Brayden exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, giving Lance a contemptuous look before looking back over at the others apologetically. "Er, sorry...just excited is all."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2012 13:02:41 GMT -5
White wasn't shocked by the old man's response, but he was a bit surprised to see him not as upset as White had thought he might. Perhaps he had suspected he was dead all along... That was the only thing White could figure. Either way a slight weight was lifted from his shoulders at that moment. At last he had finally brought news of his master's passing to his family. The hard part was done.
"Well, I've at least got an answer as to where he's been for the past twenty years." White could feel the old man's eyes upon him, and so looked up at him again. White could only nod in response. It wasn't exactly true. White's Master had not spent all twenty years with White. His Master had only trained him for less then half that time. He knew nothing of what he had done before that. But that was why he was here. He was hoping to get some answers as to why he was so secretive.
"So, come, tell me...who are you fine gentlemen and young lady?" The old man had asked. Darius was the first to respond, introducing himself and his dragon. White was going to go next, but he choked. What should he say? Darius had not lied about his identity. Not only that but he had kept it fairly short as well. While White was busy asking himself questions, Arya and Mr. Thomas stepped up respectfully.
"I am Arya. And this is my guardian Mr. Thomas." Mr. Thomas gave a slight bow in respect to the older man's age. Though, he was most likely much older then Ray.
Finally that left just White. "My name is White... White Lotus." Having finished introductions, the older man motioned for them to follow him inside. Following Darius, White was surprised at what he found inside. They were in a large room with a low standing table with pillows for cushions. There were several suits of armors surrounded in glass with different name plates describing who they belonged too.
White's eyes flowed across the different names, coming to a pause at the oldest looking armor. The armor had to have been at least 200 years old! Perhaps even more! To think the armor had lasted this long was a miraculous feat.
When the old man spoke again, White understood that this was now the time. The time to ask all the questions he had always wanted to ask his master. With a little encouragement from the youngest Wilder, White took a deep inhale. Letting it out slowly, White asked the question that had been on his mind most since he had learned that his Master lived here. "What happened that caused Justice to leave? When was the last time you saw him?"
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