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Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: February 5, 2012, 5:45 pm
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"One with such ears as mine can tell when a song played is one
that will flourish like a grand symphony or if it will fall into
the mediocre of the times." Those bright eyes closed once more
as she went about ruffling through the pages. "How else would I
teach if I could not create or listen?" He gave her a coy smile
under those closed eyes and he listened intesnsly as she played
softly. Her question did not fall on deaf ears, but distracted
ones. He stopped for a moment, those orbs flickering to life as
he looked at her. "Well... You are only suppose to have three
lessons today. Your father was nice enough to allow you to pick
the three for today." He sighed, smiling lightly. "But you have
a choice from four."
He pointed at the piano. "Music, as you so have chosen now." He
laughed some and nodded. "Science, Physical Education, and an
open slot for the lesson of your choice. So, Miss Mors. what is
the plan for the rest of the day?"
#Post#: 146257--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: BellaS
Date: March 12, 2012, 12:48 pm
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Raising an eyebrow at him, she sighed and put her hands on her
hips. How she detested constantly being in class, confined to
the inside of the home rather than out in the sunshine; the
fresh, crisp air that caressed her already cool skin. Placing
her fingers back to the keys, she absentmindedly played Requiem
by Mozart. "Well.. It depends. What are we going to do in
Physical Education today?" Offering a small smile at him, she
waited patiently for his response; all the while keeping her
nimble fingers in tempo.
#Post#: 180321--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: May 6, 2012, 5:49 pm
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Marcel looked at his nails, huffing on them before wiping the
breath off on his shirt. "Well, Ms. Mors... Your father has
given me a waiver of responsibility for that class." He chuckled
softly, taking in a long breath and nearly huffing out the
words. "Training. Training, and more training. A bit of combat
training." He laughed grinning to himself at the thought of his
own abilities versus the little girl's. It had been a long time
since he had entered servitude in this family, and it had been
longer since he could release his full abilities as what ever he
was.
#Post#: 180352--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Mors Lux Miserie
Date: May 6, 2012, 6:28 pm
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Sighing, she fought the urge to roll her lemon-grass eyes. "Oh
joy.." Knowing full well the expectation he held for her; not
just in academics, but, in physical ability as well, she slowly
got up from the piano and pushed the bench in. "You would think
Father was trying to train a warrior. Excuse me while I change,
yes?" turning to make her way to her bedroom, Mors mumbled in
discontent at the thought of combat training. Mors was a lady,
what should she need to fight for? Shaking it off, she finished
changing into a pair of yoga pants and a solid cotton t-shirt.
Tying her hair into a pony, she put on her jogging shoes before
quickly descending the stairs and waiting for Marcel.
#Post#: 180395--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: May 6, 2012, 8:33 pm
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When she shoved the bench in, he remained there, the bench just
sliding in as he sat there on thin air. He stared off as she ran
to change her clothes. Marcel chuckled darkly. He was held to
bond by his word not to harm her, but her father had given grace
for training itself. Maybe this would be his chance to get back
at her for all the trouble. Marcel looked over to the table,
summoning over the drink on the table he saw there, opening the
object and taking a sip. "This should prove most fun, I must say
myself.." Marcel grinned, his eyes we're already turning a
bright yellow, narrowing as he slowly came up into his
abilities. She had never had a full combat session with Marcel.
Maybe he couldn't compete with her when she was full powered,
but Mors had no idea what she could do yet. She had a shred of a
clue.
#Post#: 180665--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Mors Lux Miserie
Date: May 7, 2012, 12:09 pm
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Arriving in the dining room, she put her hands on her hips and
began to stretch a little. "Are we going to cover hand-to-hand,
or are we working with... Marcel.." Furrowing her eyebrows, her
own eyes narrowed to look at his. ''Are your eyes..
Yellow?"Laughing a bit at the sight, she shrugged it off and
began to leave her lavish, and equally old, home. She knew full
well he wouldn't hold back at this class with all the grief
she's given him; just as she knew that, though she was
constantly reminded of the power she had yet to explore, she
would be no match for him until she reached her full potential.
#Post#: 180690--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: May 7, 2012, 12:44 pm
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His Iris began to glow, chuckling softly at her joke as he
followed her from the door and into the small training area her
father had provided for them. Marcel was cunning, and despite
her jokes, she would know. "We will be working on a full fight.
As described by your father, and I quote.. *Ahem* Life or death
situations bring out the fighter in one." Those eyes seemed to
burn now as Marcel looked down, slowly sliding his gloves off
his hands and tossing them to the side of the area. There was a
reason he always used those things, they hid what his hands
could do. As Marcel walked towards the center, his legs began to
grow hazy, like they weren't even there, his entire lower half
seeming to flicker in and out of existence as he stood there,
like gases from a fire where rolling up from under his feet and
obscuring the view itself. "On your go, Miss Miserie." Marcel
folded his arms over his chest.
#Post#: 180772--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Mors Lux Miserie
Date: May 7, 2012, 2:13 pm
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Shaking her head, Mors would move to be 6 feet in front of
Marcel. Mon etoile.. Her father would say, You must never
attack first. The one who attacks first is too eager, too
confident. They will be quick to break. Closing her eyes to
focus, she calmed her breathing. Planting her feet
shoulder-width apart, she opened her eyes and began to circle
Marcel. Offering him no change in emotion as she said "Though I
know little of fighting compared to you, Marcel, I know well
enough not to attack first..." Stopping, she stood off to the
side of Marcel and opened her fist with her palm upwards, before
whispering; ''Astrifico." With that command, a small, glaringly
white star formed and floated in place.
#Post#: 180901--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Dems Darkfire
Date: May 7, 2012, 6:40 pm
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As she circled around his person, the shadows and mist that
surrounded his feet seemed to turn, walking along, keeping her
in sight as he himself stood there as he closed his eyes. He
takes a deep breath and unraveling his arms from around his
chest before he took a cool soft breath. Before she could speak
her enchantment to bring the star away, his body seemed to jump
from itself, a clone suddenly appearing from his body as he
chuckled. The clone, as she was speaking the word, sent a
powerful kick to her face, if she continued the incantation, she
would surely take the the kick to the jaw, but she would have
her star. He wasn't about to give her the chance to get the
powers up, not without showing some normal skills.
#Post#: 181502--------------------------------------------------
Re: Marcel and Mors
DIR By: Mors Lux Miserie
Date: May 8, 2012, 9:42 pm
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''Astrific-...'' Seeing his clone's foot flying towards her
face, her brows furrowed for a second before she closed the palm
of her hand and swiftly moved into a twisting layout; her hands
making a waving motion as soon as her feet landed again. This
'wave' created a force of photons that would, at least, push
Marcel off balance should he not move. Taking this small window
of oppertunity, she quickly opened her palm and said
''Astrifico!" With that, the familiar ball of light formed in
her hand. Only, this time, it rose out of her palm and into the
sky; where it disappeared behind the clouds
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