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witchesreign2010-06-12 06:56 pm
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~001~
[It had all been too strange for Id ever since he came to this new world. One moment he was fighting what some might consider the most powerful being in the ancient past of what was to become the continent of Gressen, and then the next thing he knows, he's somewhere else, his sword returned back to normal, and with him being picked up by some kind people.
At least, he thought them to be kind. Oakbing always said he was a little too trusting of others.
Now, he found himself enrolled in this place that was training people to become some sort of warrior. At first, he figured he was fine as he was, knowing how to battle with a sword. That was, until he saw the class listings, which included magic. He took them only because they reminded him of the world he'd left behind. And Ilran. And the others...
He was now on the far end of the quad, just taking it all in. The sights, of course.]
I know I need to get used to all this very fast. I barely even remember half of what I was taught in class. I barely even know how to work those things that they use in there. Com... comp... something.
[It was here where his sword, now transfigured into a golden sort of combination ring/bracelet, spoke to him in his mind]
-You mean computers. I'm... I'm sorry I can't be of much use to you around here, unless it's to protect you, Id-nim-
[To the casual observer, he could quite possibly look as if he's about to speak to himself in a low whisper, however.]
It's not your fault, Lamia, it's not your fault.
[Feel free to talk to the dude that completely looks like a lady. Don't worry, he's all too used to the fact that he's been thought to be a female before. Just how far you take it might make the difference on how friendly he might be.]
At least, he thought them to be kind. Oakbing always said he was a little too trusting of others.
Now, he found himself enrolled in this place that was training people to become some sort of warrior. At first, he figured he was fine as he was, knowing how to battle with a sword. That was, until he saw the class listings, which included magic. He took them only because they reminded him of the world he'd left behind. And Ilran. And the others...
He was now on the far end of the quad, just taking it all in. The sights, of course.]
I know I need to get used to all this very fast. I barely even remember half of what I was taught in class. I barely even know how to work those things that they use in there. Com... comp... something.
[It was here where his sword, now transfigured into a golden sort of combination ring/bracelet, spoke to him in his mind]
-You mean computers. I'm... I'm sorry I can't be of much use to you around here, unless it's to protect you, Id-nim-
[To the casual observer, he could quite possibly look as if he's about to speak to himself in a low whisper, however.]
It's not your fault, Lamia, it's not your fault.
[Feel free to talk to the dude that completely looks like a lady. Don't worry, he's all too used to the fact that he's been thought to be a female before. Just how far you take it might make the difference on how friendly he might be.]
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[To which Lamia immediately said with a huff, "My Id-nim is manly, very manly! How dare you imply he's anything less than a man?"]
But... but yes, I was talking with Lamia here.
[He showed them both the rather ornate bracelet/ring combination piece of jewelry that was on his left hand, and pointed to it.]
How did you know she had a soul, though?
[Curious!Id is wondering how that sensed Lamia. Must have a high ability in order to sense something like that in Lamia.]
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Hey... I said 'be quiet'...
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I'm really sorry.
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[Because the person in the uniform shouldn't atone for the sins of some other being it happens to be connected with, somehow?]
So...
[he didn't know quite how to go about to ask what that thing was, or probably how to go about it in a polite manner.]
What is that being on you?
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Ragnarok.
He's my partner... a sword.
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[Another swordsman! They could probably spar some other time. But for now, geeking out about sentient swords!]
Lamia's my sword as well! She just changes shape so as not to take up much space, as well as to have her hidden in plain sight. She's taken a liking to this form, though she can turn herself into other things as well...
[He took a look at his-sword-turned-ornate-jewelry. She fit neatly over his fingerless glove, and she seemed to be somewhat wary of the other sword that was on the other person's head. "Another sword thinking that badly of my Id-nim. And even thinking badly of his own master. Why is that?"]
But for now, this.
I'm Id. What's your name?
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...hey.
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Crona. Demon Sword Meister, Crona.
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Lamia isn't a person...?
[SLOWNESSS... OTL Forgive me]
She is pretty useful for me. She has helped me in various battles, in more ways than I can count.
[Mollified!Lamia is feeling somewhat better.]
Nice to meet you, Crona.
[Though the title Crona gave made him a little uneasy, especially after having fought various demonic beings where he last came from.]
But, your title. Demon Sword Mei... mei... does that mean that he's really a demon sword?
[Yes, please, color Id a little slow.]