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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 22, 2008 10:41:42 GMT -5
Keaira had sent out mental messages to every lightfighter that was within the school, with the exception of Alessandro. She knew that they needed to talk as a group once more. Dee had not been seen in several days, Alessandro had no memory of the things that were going on, and they needed to discuss Kerridon. She had decided that the best way to get him to the meeting would be to bring him there with her. Knowing that they both had a free period at the current time, Keaira had invited him to go for a walk, and talk about thing he had remembered. She was certain that someone had tampered with his memories, but she wasn't sure how to tell him.
She had offered to met him on the fourth floor, knowing that the ravenclaw common room was on that floor. From there she could bring him up to the fifth floor where Wysteria and them had once upon a time made a small garden to keep themselves busy when the outdoors were off limits. The garden still remained, but sooner or later it would be removed, she was certain. For now it might just be a little memory jogger. She smiled to herself as she waited for him to show up. She had slotted an hour for her and Alessandro before the rest of the light fighters would be showing up. In that time she had hoped to bring him back up to speed. Allowing him to actually be of use to the group meeting that they would be holding in a short while.
She paced a little before deciding that such things were a waste of energy, and opted to lean against the wall besides the stair well that would lead to the fifth floor. Hoping that Alessandro would show up, and not leave her waiting for the hour she had before the meeting would begin, she slowly began thinking of what she would talk to him about first, and what should wait until they were with in the Room of requirements.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 22, 2008 14:19:56 GMT -5
He had been gazing out of his dormitory window for at least an hour. He had nothing else to do but study, he couldn't recall who his friends were, and people seemed to have the notion his parents took him out of school, which caused him to angrily retort that those rumors were filth and lies. Most students avoided him now. He had met Dylan at Ollivander's a couple days after he had been recovering in the Hospital wing. He slept for days, and still felt a little ragged when he finally awoke. Dylan was shocked to see him, and also had believed the story that Alessandro's parents took him out of Hogwarts, which was frustrating within itself. If they weren't on Holiday, he would send them an OWL, questioning this.
Then in his Dark Arts class, several students came up to him, including the girl that had saved him from the cemetery. They all seemed to believe he was taken out of school. It was complete poppycock. Why wouldn't he have his memories if his parents took him out of school? He must have surely suffered a concussion from that Quidditch accident, or perhaps they all thought he was faking.
These sour thoughts turned his face into a scowl as he gazed on down at the grounds leading into the Forbidden Forrest. The scenario was strikingly familiar like he had dreamed about it once, however, everything was familiar to him, he just couldn't quite remember.
The girl that had saved him from the cemetery, now he knew as Keaira, had offered to go on a walk with him and help him try and recall some memories. The idea appealed to him greatly, as he didn't want to spend the rest of his time at Hogwarts alienated from everyone because he couldn't remember. If not to at least get to know her a little better, and perhaps ask more questions about that terrifying night which had been causing him to have nightmares on a nightly basis. His dreams were really messed up lately, images of people, events, he could not quite place.
He exited the dormitories, making his way down through the common room, and prying the large wooden door open. He closed it behind him quickly and then descended the winding spiral staircase that would lead down from Ravenclaw Tower, to the fourth floor corridor. Emerging from the stairwell, he saw her, leaning against a wall.
Alessandro pulled the right side of his lips into a half-smile.
"Hello...Keaira."
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 25, 2008 0:31:10 GMT -5
Keaira couldn't help but wonder if anything she ever said to Alessandro would jog his mind of what he was missing. It was almost frustrating the way she worried so much about him and yet he did not understand why she did. However, she would be patient, perhaps with enough time she would help him. But before she could help him, she would need to convince him that he needed help. She would have to think of a good way to approach that very subject during their walk, but until she discovered a good way to do it, she would try to just talk with him. Hopefully answering his questions, and arming him with knowledge that he could use.
Seeing Alessandro head her way a smile crept across her face. Even with her mind worried about Alessandro's ability to recover his mind, and his memories of her, she couldn't help but smile upon seeing him. There was just something about being able to look in to his eyes that simply warmed her heart, even if he did not share that same feeling when he allowed his eyes to fall on her. Waiting to move until he was standing next to her, she pushed herself away from the wall, wishing to wrap him in an embrace, but abstaining from doing so. His words sounded formal to her, something that pained her more than it should have. But she brushed it aside, and decided to forget it.
"Good afternoon Alessandro, how are you doing today? I was hoping to bring you to a few places with in the school, maybe jog your memory, and perhaps...we'll see what you remember at the end of it. Are you ready?"
She tried to speak gently, hoping she did not sound pushy, or as if she was reading a shopping list. It was a little difficult for her, every other second she wanted to reach for him, to touch his hand, or give him a hug. Her physical contact with him since his return had been limited, and part of her simply wanted to make sure he was still there every now and then. Resisting all her impulses to reach for his hand, she instead laced her fingers together, in front of her. At least this way she could keep herself controlled.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 26, 2008 23:07:00 GMT -5
He couldn't help but see the glowing smile spread itself across Keaira's face. His eyes locked with hers. A feeling of sadness seemed to overwhelm him. Why was that? She seemed perfectly happy, but was the sadness coming from him? He had no reason to feel sad, but then again, if he really thought, he did have reason. Being tortured and almost killed was reason enough, but seeing her face reminded him of the night at the cemetery. Where he had almost lost his life, but she came to his rescue...and then he had to play his hand in saving another life. He was only fifteen years old, and already doing such worldy and mature things. Perhaps the fleeting feeling of his childhood and his youth made him sad, sad that there was so much growing up to do, and it had to come quickly.
"Goodafternoon Alessandro, how are you doing today? I was hoping to bring you to a few places with in the school, maybe jog your memory, and perhaps...we'll see what you remember at the end of it. Are you ready?"
Her words sounded as if she was a specialist or something. Someone who helped people through trying times. She was good at it, at least, good at helping other people, as she had already helped him so much, he owed her his life.
He nodded to her as he stepped forward, wondering exactly what she planned on showing him within the school. He fervently racked his memories, well, the ones he could remember, and tried to think of anything that could have meaning within the walls of Hogwarts, but could thing of nothing substantial.
"I have a lot of questions....as I'm sure you suspect..." He started, clearing his throat lightly. He frowned a little and then looked up at her as the two of them began to walk toward the stairwell leading up one floor. "Back at the cemetery...you said something about me being an....elemental....something....but it had to do with fire...which is odd, because, I'm afraid of fire...I have been ever since I was little. So how can this be so? I don't even know what a elemental thing is anyway, I was hoping you could explain." He said trying to find her eyes, the green in them was really being accentuated when they passed a window leaking in glorious rays of sunshine, firing them up.
They ascended the stairs and walked a little down the fifth floor corridor before he asked his next question.
"And...how are we...." He didn't quite know how to phrase the question as he searched for the right words. "How do we know each other?....You seem to be quite nice for a Slytherin, perhaps we were friends? I feel strange when I see you...but I don't know if thats because you save my life, or if its because my subconscious is trying to tell me something....Oh!" He stopped abruptly and looked at her.
"I think I remembered something....right before I threw the potion at Professor Kade...I had seen him throw a sectumsempra curse at Zane...and everything seemed to slow down and stop. The familiarity of it all was was too intense, and I think I had a flashback...I was in D.A.D.A and a lock of hair was cut off....I was so angry, when I turned around, the student I saw was the student who was torturing me at that castle...that would explain why this part of my hair is a bit shorter than the other side..." He said as he grabbed hold of the now, grown out lock of hair that was slightly below his eyebrow, but was now brushing against his cheek beneath his eye.
They had walked far down the fifth floor corridor, and off in the distance, he noticed something that seemed to be obstructing the hallway, but couldn't quite see exactly what was going on down there.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 27, 2008 1:58:22 GMT -5
Keaira nodded lightly as they stepped off. Their footfalls echoed quietly as they ascended the stairwell. The silence was broken shortly in to their walk as Alessandro began asking the questions that Keaira knew would be coming shortly. His first question of as she would have guessed, on his elemental status. She had expected questions on that topic, and as such was already prepared to deflect it till later. Pausing in her stride as she passed a window, she turned to look at him for a moment.
"It's not safe to talk about these things in the open. I will answer every question you have when we are in a more secure location, I promise." She had said the words quietly, with a serious note to her voice. With all the things that the Mage was already aware of, they couldn't risk some one slipping up and leaking sensitive information to their enemies. There were of course other ways to share information with each other while in the open. Keaira however, wanted to refrain from using telepathy when dealing with Alessandro for now. With so much of his life in turmoil she wanted to make sure that he did not feel threatened by her.
Moving onward Keaira let his questions continue. Although she walked several feet in silence after he had finished asking her. She had been hoping that he would recover his memories, and she would not have to remind him of who she was.
"Well, we met one sunny day while we were both walking through the gardens. you had dropped your book bag, and were collecting its contents when Artemis, my cat, almost pounced you. I introduced myself using my favored name, which is Keaira, and you responded with your full name, Alessandro Orion Darko. It shocked me, due it it's formality, as such I told you my full name. Alecto Keaira Alya O'Connell. It was then that you gave me the warning to steer clear of the forbidden forest, as it had been very dangerous. We talked about the patronus charm, and you told me to practice it. We had several chance encounters after that, at the lake, with some friends, where I made fun of you for not introducing yourself with your full name, a slight that you reflected back upon me. Lets see, there was one time that I was practicing the patronus charm and you startled me, and I accidentally threw a small fire spell at you. And of course there was the time that you turned a basket of apples in to mice, and then tricked me in to nearly eating one. Although I did turn you in to a mouse as payback."
Keaira's voice trailed off in to a small giggle, as she thought about it their relationship had been based on several chance encounters where they had taken small jabs at each other. Teasing, and joking with each other, was what had founded their friendship. However, it was probably fighting side by side that had allowed them to grown closer. Or perhaps it was always partnering up together during DADA class. Several fond memories came in to mind as she thought of what their relationship had been just before he had been removed from school. Recovering from her last thought she allowed herself to continue.
"Although more recently, our relationship had grown to something a bit deeper. The scene that you saw was from a defense class which we were partnered up in. We were practicing summoning fire orbs as a second part of the class, when Gat had been hit by a off course curse, and had retaliated by nearly hitting the both of us with a sectumsemper curse. All in all it was a pretty intense class. The night before that DADA class where Gat chopped off your hair, we had shared an short evening in the house elf's kitchen, you caught me than night, when I was falling." Keaira paused for a moment, allowing herself to remember the way she was falling forward, and how his arms had caught her, leaving their faces were inches apart. "After that night I spent a short while in St. Mongos. Then the night I came back you were in the forest, fighting off dementors from attacking students that had unintelligently walked themselves in to a bad situation. We ended up fighting side by side. It was quite the night, I ended up with two broken ribs, and a broken arm. Then shortly after that you invited me to the Masquerade ball."
She had stopped again. Memories of the masquerade ball freshly poured in to her mind. The way she had spent such time on her outfit. The wings, the mask, her every detail prepared for him. The sweet words he had whispered from behind the guise of a jester, the way he had twirled her about the dance floor, and then when the music faded, the way her lips had brushed across his skin, and then met with his own. She let her footsteps be the only sound that greeted the last proclamation that she made. He would still have questions, many more, particularly considering all the information she had just given him. Besides, they had reached their first destination.
A small grove of flowers were sprung from the castle floor, daisy's, buttercups, and tulips sprouted from the floor, near a small tree. In the center of the grove a statue of armor had water sprouting from its fingers, and one of its feet. Grape vines traveled from the floor to the ceiling, where a small patch of blue sky was visible. The whole area was quite beautiful and Keaira slowed to a halt as they approached it. Letting her gaze fall from the tree to the boy that traveled with her. She let a smile grow.
"Do you know what this is?"
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 29, 2008 18:37:10 GMT -5
Alessandro walked with his head down, looking at his feet take the steps in front of him while Keaira answered his questions to the best of her ability. It seemed as though the information he sought out regarding the Elemental Masters was taboo around the school, and she mentioned that she could answer those types of questions after making sure that they would not be overheard. He nodded in acceptance, as he realized there was a lot he didn't know about, and thought it best to just agree until later.
The story of how they met did not strike any chords or ring any bells within his fractured mind. He furrowed his brow and attempted to recall anything similar to what she was saying, but had no recollection of ever introducing himself to her, or anything about cats called Artemis. She mentioned the lake. The lake was a prominent feature to the Hogwarts school grounds, and of course would be in everybody's memory at one point or another, but for some reason, he felt like there was something important about the lake that he could not remember. Until she continued on.
He almost choked when she mentioned the fact that he had tricked her into almost eating a rat transfigured into an apple. He looked at her quickly with confused eyes and stared at her. Was this the girl that he had dreamed about before? The girl that was transfiguring apples into mice, or mice into apples, he had set her ablaze by the lake after a snake had slithered in and took the form of a male student, and began to kiss her.
Wait a moment, didn't Zane look like that student....? He thought questionably concerned.
"That's familiar...although...I think I dreamed about it differently....but I feel familiar with that...." He said slowly turning his gaze away from her. The rest of what she had said had filtered slowly into his mind, only snippets of which seemed familiar.
They had come upon the most beautiful scene that Hogwarts had held in a corridor. A small grove of flowers filled the hallway, a small tree off to the side, and in the center of which, a suit of armor acting as a fountain. Vines hung from the tapestry hangings from the ceiling, raveling themselves around everything along the way down, and the sky, the SKY was inside the building, crystal azure. It was all very breathtaking and as Keaira asked him if he knew what this was, Alessandro was lost, and speechless.
His eyes slowly took in the secret garden. He felt his heart begin to beat quite quickly. There was a twinge. He closed his eyes tight as flashes assaulted his mind, bringing a hand up.
There was laughter, incantations being shouted out.
He groaned softly.
Flowers sprouted along the carpeting on the corridor, a small tree poked itself through the cracks in the floor and grew to a decent size.
His jaw tightened as he opened his eyes looking at the tree and then his gaze traveled up to the ceiling.
There was a bright blue flash and then suddenly there was a sky upon the ceiling, an incantation was called out to create white, fluffy clouds.
"No....I don't remember this..." He said as he looked away from the garden-like scenario. Something was bothering him. The happiness that was evoked within him, for some reason, seemed to cause him displeasure, and infuriated him.
But I do...
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 30, 2008 20:05:37 GMT -5
((Darko's losing it............))
Although Keaira felt good that there was some recognition of what she was saying, it wasn't enough to give her real hope. Things would never go back to being the same. Even if he did remember the way things used to be, and the way she had felt for him, there was no way that they would be able to simply continue on as if after the masquerade ball, had gone normal. They would forever be changed. Perhaps their destinies were not meant to be intertwined.
When they had arrived at the gardens she asked her question, and then waited. Her eyes looked hopeful as she saw his hand fly up. Perhaps there was still hope of things being normal, even if they would never be what they once were. She waited, his mind running though the things that popped in to his mind. The soft groan that escaped his lips however, was all she needed to know that he would not be recalling what had happened in this hallway. Gently leaning against the small tree, Keaira fluttered her wand, and said the spell "Avis." As she finished the short movements of the spell several small birds began to appear out of nowhere. They fluttered around the pair, letting their soft songs fill the air. Robins, and bluebirds, mocking birds, and canaries flew by visiting the tree, and seeing the flowers. Keaira smiled at the spell that she cast, knowing that it was the same spell she had chosen back on that day.
"Earlier in the school year students were banned from leaving the building, unless they had a class, and then they needed to be escorted by a professor. One day while I was walking about the castle, I came upon a girl a year older than myself, with black hair adorned with Jasmine flowers. Her name was Wysteria, and when I saw her she was growing the flowers, since i didn't have anything to do, i added a bit to it, conjuring a small flock of birds. After a few minuets you came down the hall, and after seeing us, you joined in the festivities, growing this tree in its location. Wysteria added a black cat, and than I enchanted out little fountain. After that, you attempted to bring the sky in to the area, but it didn't lasts so you opted for the grapes. Then Professor Albion came along, fixed the sky, and gave us each 10 points. It was quite lovely."
She finished the story, and hoped beyond all hope that Alessandro would not ask about Wysteria. Aside from the fact that he shared a mental connection with her once upon a time, there was also the small fact, that no matter what Zane said, Keaira still believed her to be dead. News that she did not want to share with him right now, if she didn't have to. Keaira had chosen not to grieve over Wysteria, at least not openly. She had far too much to deal with when she had lost Dien, and the loss of Wysteria seemed to be something she had pushed to the recesses of her mind, hoping that it would just disappear one day.
"Well there is another place I want to bring you to still. So, when you're ready, let's go."
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 30, 2008 21:26:15 GMT -5
He shut his eyes as Keaira began to explain in great detail about that day when they made the secluded garden in the school. He wondered about why they were not allowed out of the building, but then after the recent events of his return, he quickly caught on, and understood that bad things had been happening, and somehow, he was wrapped up in the mess. Allowing her words to paint a vivid picture within his mind as she described the girl he had yet to meet or hear of, something definitely stuck out in his mind. The Jasmine flower that she had mentioned. In the dream that he had of Keaira, he had come across a series of people, perhaps they were people in his real life, seeing as he had come across her, Zane, and Dylan. Strange. It was almost as if that dream he had right after passing out in the shadow realm was like a puzzle, a strange mnemonic puzzle that he had to piece together. In the beginning of said dream, he had first come into a strange forest where suddenly, Jasmine flowers began to fall from the canopy. They fluttered to the ground all around him, and covered the forest floor. Strangely they began to flow back UP towards the tree tops as it appeared as if they were burning, without flames. In the midst of all this, he recalled seeing a young girl with dark hair that fit Keaira's description, but she quickly flitted away behind a tree and out of sight.
"Wysteria..." He murmured as he opened his eyes, looking straight at the tree that he had supposedly created for the once impromptu garden. He turned to look at Keaira. "I had this strange dream...it must have been a distorted version of my reality...I've met some of the people in it. So far you, Zane, and Dylan. But each of you were slightly different, and the situations were not all...exactly pleasant.... He said as he slowly moved his eyes away from her, looking off to the side. He turned to look back at the garden.
"Cresco arbus...that was the spell I used...wasn't it..." He said as he was starting to feel something. Looking to the sky, something seemed to strike him. "I couldn't make that sky on my own....subnubilus caelum was a strong charm that I had yet to perfect...." He said as he continued to stare up at the ceiling, his mouth open as he gaped, the corners stretching into a smile. He was really starting to remember something. It was very foggy, yet still a vague remembrance. His happy facade faltered slightly as he shuddered, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
You were so happy
"Yes...lets go." He said shortly, clearing his throat.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 31, 2008 23:04:24 GMT -5
Keaira let the soft song of the birds fill her ears, allowing her mind to remember the day that they had created this garden within the walls of the castle. The soft chirping was a much better focus for her thoughts then the idea of informing Darko that Wysteria was dead. The way he practically whispered Wysteria's name made Keaira twinge slightly. There was so much history between Alessandro and Wysteria, and yet he didn't know, didn't understand that there was such a connection.
Dreams, perhaps that was the trigger to get Alessandro to remember things. It had seemed from her interactions with him so far that he had remembered the most through his subconscious. The way he had described the dream he had, involving several of them, made her wonder just how different the people had been in his dream.
"Yes, cresco arbus, was the spell you used, and when you couldn't get the sky to stick, Professor Albion came by and used a different spell to make it work. Things were a lot less complicated then."
Sighing slightly Keaira pushed herself away from the tree that had sturdily held her weight while she waited to see if Darko would remember anything. At least there was something. He had remembered the spells he had used. Which meant that some where, under it all there was a memory, still accessible if they only worked at it.
She smiled his way, and turned for the nearest stair well. Her final destination for their night was the room of requirements. There was a lot to talk about, and it was the most secure place that she could think of during these times. Keaira looked from the ground as she walked to Alessandro, stealing glances like she was some school girl with a silly crush on him. But what she felt was more than that.
"I'm glad that you've at least remember what spell you used. It shows that there is lots of hope that you might recover more. Maybe one day you will be able to have them all again... Although, I'm sure that there is plenty that you could live well with out hiving to remember."
As they reached the half way point of the 6th floor she paused, holding out her hand. "Wait here for a second OK?" She walked the short stretch of hallway thinking of the meeting room that the Light fighters always came to. There was of course the stipulation that no one but the light fighters could enter. After the third pass down the short stretch, the door materialized. Walking back to where Alessandro stood waiting, she smiled, "Alright, its ready."
Walking back to the room, she led Alessandro to the door, knowing that he would be able to see it just fine. Pulling open the door she she let Alessandro walk through the room first. The room held ten chairs, two of each marked with an element that corresponds to a shadow warrior, and elemental master. As she allowed the door to close behind her, she found the chair marked with the elemental sign of metal. and waited for Alessandro to take a seat. Even with out his memory, he should be drawn to the chair for the master of fire.
"Alessandro, while we are in this room, we are free to talk about what ever you want. There is no risk of some on else hearing our words, as the room is designed for secrecy. Allowing only those who were specified by me to enter its door way. So, Lets start with the question you had asked earlier. Whether you remember it or not, we are in the middle of a war. The short version of the story is that the forces of good have chosen each of us for a specific reason. Just like the forces of Evil have chosen Dark Phoenix, you have been chosen as the Elemental Master of Fire, and I the Shadow Warrior of Metal. You will see that when ever you are faced with fire, you will be able to bend it to your will. You just have to think about it."
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Apr 3, 2008 2:16:30 GMT -5
Things were a lot less complicated then.
Yes, little did he know, that was more toward the beginning. Before he got intricately wrapped up in all of this Shadow Wars business. Those were the good days, back when they could relax in the corridors and create magical gardens during their spare time. He noticed that she had turned and headed for the stairwell, and he took one last lingering glance at the magical garden before he trudged off after her.
We did that? He thought as he walked after her. That tree must have been difficult to make. He couldn't remember ever performing the cresco arbus charm before, he just knew he read about it in one of the many books he's read.
"I'm glad that you've at least remember what spell you used. It shows that there is lots of hope that you might recover more. Maybe one day you will be able to have them all again... Although, I'm sure that there is plenty that you could live well with out having to remember."
As they walked, he noticed that they had gone up a couple flights, and now emerged out into the sixth floor corridor. Was there something up here that she wished to show him? He wondered if there was some hidden meaning behind the last comment she had said to him.
Plenty I could live without having to remember...I wonder...
He stood at the edge of the corridor as she bade him to wait for her. He watched as she passed by a strange tapestry hanging in the corridor, and she did so about three times. She came back to him, smiling, and told him that "it" was ready.
She led him to a door that he was sure hadn't been there before and showed him into the room behind it. Inside was a large room, with a long table, and ten chairs. Each chair had a specific symbol carved into the back, Keaira took a seat at one of the chairs that beheld a strange jagged symbol that was completely unfamiliar to him. As he had made his way into the room and near the table, he pulled out a chair, not noticing what symbol had been carved into his, as he felt they were probably for decoration purposes.
He listened intently as she expressed the information that he had inquired about prior to being shown the fifth floor garden.
"Whether you remember it or not, we are in the middle of a war. The short version of the story is that the forces of good have chosen each of us for a specific reason. Just like the forces of Evil have chosen Dark Phoenix, you have been chosen as the Elemental Master of Fire, and I the Shadow Warrior of Metal. You will see that when ever you are faced with fire, you will be able to bend it to your will. You just have to think about it."
Okay, now she was talking crazy again. Why couldn't she understand that he was afraid of fire, and could not possibly be able to manipulate anything such. He was not very proficient with fire spells, due to the lack of performance. Dark Phoenix? Was that a bird? He leaned forward onto the table, placing his face in his folded arms and groaned.
"Keaira...I am having trouble trying to understand this. You say that I'm the Master of Fire, I'm understanding that there's some war going on...I understand that people have been chosen to represent certain elements....but me? Fire? I've been afraid of it since I was very little, I had an accident, and I've never been able to deal with it since." He explained starting off muffled as he was speaking to the table, with his head in his arms, but then raising his head to look at her about the time he had gotten to "You say that I'm the master..."
"I guess what you should really explain further is how we are to fight this...Dark Phoenix. And tell me how she is a threat. What is her goal?" He added, turning his palms up in a questionable gesture.
(ooc: lol I guess I'm asking your character to describe a lot verbally, so if you just want to condense it, I'll have him catch on quicker...)
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Apr 4, 2008 4:55:56 GMT -5
As Keaira spoke, informing Alessandro about the basics of what they were involved in, she watched his face intently. It seemed that not only was he confused with her words, but there was also a level of complete disbelief. This task was going to be much harder than she had thought it would originally be. She looked into those green and gray eyes, and saw his emotions all over them, the unwillingness to think her words held the truth that they did. His understanding of nearly nothing. Yes, things would be hard, but she was willing to work with him.
"Well, Alessandro, did you look at the chair you chose before sitting down? Cause I'm sure if you look at it, it holds the symbol of fire. and only 2 of 10 chairs hold that. Why chose to sit there instead of next to me, or across from me?"
As she spoke she reached for her wand, Aiming it away from Alessandro she muttered "Incendia Orbis" Conjuring a small orb of fire at the end of her wand. If she flicked it the spell would go flying off in that direction. As such Keaira kept herself as steady as possible, as she concentrated on keeping the baseball sized fire ball, steady.
"Alessandro, I know that even if you don't remember, a part of you feels the affinity for fire. Think about it, I'm sure that you could dismiss my spell, just by thinking. I also feel certain that you could change the color, the intensity, or even the amount of heat that this small orb put out.With simply a thought, why not try?"
She knew that they were seated far enough away that he would not feel as uncomfortable with the fire as he would if they were side by side. Although she knew it would take a lot more concentration on her behalf she kept the fire spell active as she moved on to answer more of Alessandro's questions.
"Dark Phoenix, or the Shadow Mage, as she is sometimes refereed to, is the champion of dark. Chosen by Yang to try and find a way to release him from the banishment that was imposed on him by Yin, she has been around for centuries. When the initial conflict between Yin and Yang began, the world was just barely conceived, and as such each side chose human champions to attempt to win their cause. Yang wishes to be allowed to roam the worlds, and corrupt things as he wishes, while Yin knows that the balance must be maintained.
Yang believes in the power of one, that having to rely on others is a weakness, and so he puts all his power in to one champion, the shadow Mage. Yin believes that such power needed to be distributed into a team, so that they could work together as a group to maintain the balance. Lifting each other up, when one of them fails. Each of us is slightly different.
The elemental masters, like yourself, control one of the five elements. The shadow warriors, like me, each have the ability to destroy shadow creatures by harnessing chants that they must learn. As a team each shadow warrior and elemental master of an element are paired together, connected through a mental bond. Their job as a until is to protect a fragment of light that Yin had given to the original light fighters. When all five fragments are collected together they have the ability to defeat the Mage." She had given him a lot of information, now it was just a matter of seeing how much he understood of it. After all he might simply have more questions at this point. But soon enough the other lightfighters would be arriving.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Apr 4, 2008 23:37:02 GMT -5
Again with the Elemental Fire thing. It was being crammed down his throat so much he was actually starting to believe it. Why had he chosen this particular chair to sit in? It wasn't that he wasn't trying to sit next to her. She had gone over to a specific chair, but he just chose one nearest to him and sat down. However, he did find it a bit ironic that if he was to be the Master of Fire, he had unconsciously found the seat that was to attract those of the Fire Element.
"I...I don't really know....I just sort of sat down..." He said, lifting himself up from the table and turning, craning his neck so he could see the symbol for fire etched onto the back of his chair. So he had chosen the appropriate seat after all. The next thing that happened took him by surprise as she conjured a small, spherical, orb of fire, held at the tip of her wand. Granted it was pointing away from him, but it still disturbed him none-the-less.
She had told him that he would be able to manipulate the fire just by thinking about it. There was nothing more that he wanted but for the fire to just go away. He eyed it warily as she continued to explain in detail, what exactly an Elemental Master was. After she finished speaking, all the while he had been glancing from her face to the orb of fire, he let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Okay...this is way too intense." He said shaking his head. "I mean...I'm not so daft that I can't believe magic exists, I mean, I am a wizard, and I grew up learning about magic, but this...I've never heard of anything like this at all...I've read some things that perhaps state something about an ultimate darkness, but I haven't come across anything about a balance between dark and light, and elemental masters...BUT..." He breathed as he closed his eyes and shook his head yet again. "Perhaps....why else was I....tortured and almost killed?...I obviously have been a target of this Dark...whatever she is called. It's not fair." He said, beginning to grow slightly upset.
"It's NOT fair that this happened to me...." He repeated, as his thoughts began to clash together in confusion. "I don't know who I am, or what has happened to me in the past several months...I don't know who any of my friends are....Now I'm thrown into this rather gruesome war, almost being killed before I can get back to school.....I wish I had never got on a broom...I wish I didn't like Quidditch...then I'm sure I wouldn't be in this stupid situation."
His eyes darted to the orb of fire, and he gave it a contemptuous glare, his thoughts racing, confusion, intermixed with fear, and then an overpowering anger.
Go away. His eyes flickered and the fire at the tip of her wand produced a small flare, and then it was gone. He sat there continuing to stare with widened eyes at her wand point, now completely bare.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Apr 6, 2008 0:49:26 GMT -5
Keaira remained silent as Alessandro tried to work though his feelings and perceptions. She understood that it was hard to grasp what she was telling him, but he seemed to be struggling with it far more than he should. She could feel the confusion and anger that was building up in him, he had the right to be confused, and a bit angry. But didn't they all? Keaira had not chosen to grow up and be a shadow warrior, she had this thrust upon her, just like all the others. She had just as many scars as they had, if not more. A slight annoyance threatened to overcome her as she listened to him speak. But she suppressed it once more, as she silently reminded herself to be patient. With a calm demeanor, she responded.
"Alessandro, its not fair to any of us. Do you think I woke up one day and said 'I wish I was a key component in a battle for the world where I can be brutally attacked, scared physically and emotionally, risk my life and watch my friends die?' No, none of us did. It's simply part of who we are. And I'm not sure what is in your head about a broom, and Quidditch, but Alessandro, I was there when your step father removed you from the school. If you don't believe me I can show you. As you once knew, I am a telepath, and I can not only read minds, but send mental transmissions between people. Transmissions like my own memories, or my thoughts, and emotions."
As she spoke, she watched him intently. His face giving away the majority of his feelings. If she kept this up, he would likely shut her out, and keep to himself rather than allow her to try and help. Her thoughts raced on to how that would affect her. How would she feel knowing that she went through all that pain to get him back, and then he simply pushed her away. After a few seconds of silence in the room, she was pulled away from her thoughts by a flare of light, and then the lack of it. Her fire spell had been put out, and she had not done it. A small smile crept across her face, as she realized what that meant. Alessandro had actually touched on a part of him that controlled fire, and commanded it to go out. Progress was being made.
"I told you, you could do it." The excitement, and happiness was clear in her voice now. At least at some level she was reaching him.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Apr 9, 2008 0:34:44 GMT -5
"I did it....I? I did it?" He asked bewildered as he continued to stare at the spot where fire had once been. No incantations had been vocalized, and he was sure that she had not commanded it to go out, as she was speaking to him. He put his hand to his head as he brought his gaze down to the table.
"I did it. Okay...I believe you...I am the Master of Fire..." He sounded almost as if he didn't want to believe it. Almost as if he was a bit disappointed that it was true. "I just can't believe that I would be chosen to represent that which I...am frightened of...the fire at home...." He closed his eyes tight as the memory of how he had inadvertently caused the fire at his home to violently react to his emotions, exploding forth out of the fireplace and swirling around him in a hostile manner. He was so young, and so confused, it was something quite particularly difficult to deal with. Oddly enough, the memory continued, but it showed him a different side to it. He was in the Room of Requirement, and he was reliving the same memory, but there was more. The room had shown him that his parents had modified his memory to translate his fear of fire to a different event, one less magical, and a bit more safe.
"It was my parents." He said softly. "My mum...and my Dad...my real Dad. They made me afraid of it so...I would never discover it...." He finished. Memories of his father pained him so. He missed his father very much, and wished so hard that he would be in his life again. He found his hand absent-mindedly working the silver Italian horn that he wore around his neck, vigorously. A pained look spread across his face as he felt like he was about to lose all control. He was screwed up. He couldn't remember anything, he was starting to lose himself to a side of him that had been in check for so long, there was so much he didn't understand, the memories that he was remembering were painful and pushed him to the edge. And now, he is a guardian of some fragment of light that he has never seen before.
He stood up from his chair abruptly, beginning to feel like the walls were closing in on him. "I need some air...." He said heavily, his voice beginning to thicken like it does before the tears come. He brought his left hand up to his face, and covered it as the room around them began to shift slightly. The walls seemed to lighten and evaporate into thin air as they appeared to now be located in the middle of a meadow, the grass swaying in a gentle breeze. As he took in a deep, stressed out breath, he could smell the nature around him, and feel the breeze brush by him. When he removed his hand, he saw Keaira, still sitting at the table, but now they were in a meadow. It was a very familiar setting, in fact, he recognized it instantly, and his emotions calmed down a little as the embarrassment of having such a private thing exposed to someone inadvertently overcame him.
He slumped down onto the grass and looked up at Keaira, her hair lighting up in the sunlight.
"Keaira..." He said softly as he looked back down at the ground in front of him. "Will you come sit by me?" He asked, his grey eyes with that circlet of green, tight around his pupils, catching the sunlight.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Apr 9, 2008 23:54:45 GMT -5
Keaira remained silent after her last words. She knew that he would need a moment to gather his own thoughts and reactions before he would respond. His words were quiet, and subdued. Although all the evidence was there, he was still having a hard time believing the truth behind it. His eyes closed, as he focused on some thing in his mind. Perhaps a memory that was being masked was pushing through the clouds. She kept her face warm, and inviting, so that he would feel comfortable opening up if that was what he wished. After a few seconds, she heard him speak again. Softly he commented on his parents modifying his memory.
He must have been bothered by some part of his memory that he had just discovered, because shortly after voicing his memory of his parents altering his mind, he seemed over come by a strong force of sadness. Something had scared him very deeply about that, but she didn't want to pry at it. Let him be sad for now, and work through it later, she told herself. At least now he was remembering things, even if it made him sad.
As Keaira silently watched him work things out in his mind, she was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as Alessandro announced that he needed some fresh air. Suddenly afraid that he was going to leave, she partially stood up, and reached out for him. The word "Wait" half formed in her mouth, before she noticed that he was not leaving, but instead changing the room to met his requirements. Feeling slightly foolish in her half standing position she stood up the rest of the way, and cleared her throat. As she looked around at the changing room, she noticed grass springing up from the floor, and thought she heard the soft sound of birds, not to far away. The room had turned in to something quite different that it had previously been. As she looked around at the meadow that Alessandro had transformed the room in to she thought that the table looked extremely weird in the middle of it. With a thought on that, the table disappeared, and she was left looking across a few feet to where Alessandro had slumped down on to the ground.
A smile spread across her face, as she nodded that she would indeed come over and join him in the grass. Lightly stepping on the soft ground, she closed the few feet of space between herself and Alessandro. As she walked toward him her eyes caught hold of his, seeing the slight rim of green around the pupil she smiled. The way it captured the light, and made the rest of his eyes dance always made her smile. With out her eyes ever leaving his, she sat down beside him. Gently holding her hands in her lap. Knowing that if given the opportunity, she would find her hands reaching for his own. An action that she felt certain would make Alessandro feel awkward.
"Alessandro.... I want to help you. If you were willing to let me, I might be able to recover some of your memories..."
After saying his name her eyes swiftly fell from his, and were soon found to be resting on her own hands. Speaking in to them, her voice was soft, but confident. She knew that she could help him, if only he was willing to let her. Although, whether or not he was ready for it would be something entirely different. Perhaps they would have to wait a little longer until he would be ready for what she would try.
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