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Post by Dante on Apr 25, 2009 15:25:33 GMT -5
Dante shook his head slowly. He had no other theories or explanations for why a glowing green table would be placed here. He stood where he was, staring at the ceiling and peering through the holes. The table had nothing against the fact that Madam wasn't speaking at all. He actually felt a bit worried. Did something... finally defeat her as they were talking?
He was supposed to be the one to kill her, though. It was his duty. Without that, he wouldn't have anything to live for. "So... Do you know anyone that is completely evil? Dark and manipulating? Maybe... a Witch, of sorts?" He had strayed from the table subject, seeing as how it wasn't completely important at this moment.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 19:27:54 GMT -5
Mora frowned. "Well... kinda, I guess. But I'm not really up to talking about my parents right now." Pulling herself out from under the table, Mora patted down her clothes. "Guess that's it for this room..." Twisting her head up and around, Mora skimmed over the remaining space in the room, just to be sure.
"My turn..." Scowling in thought, Mora racked her brains. Something interesting... something different...? "...favorite weapon? Doesn't have to be your favorite to use... just favorite in general."
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Post by Dante on Apr 25, 2009 20:08:30 GMT -5
A fairly easy question. "Anything that isn't a magical wand or a shield. Anything else, like a sword or a scythe, would be acceptable as a weapon." It was interesting how they were still asking questions about each other. Most of Mora's questions were too simple and easy. It was like she was very carefully picking out specific questions. This made the warrior think. What if Mora were an Apprentice?
That's crazy. Apprentices may never take off their Apprentice wear or cover it at any time, not even by orders. It was something that would surely get you killed. "So... What's with your parents? You didn't seem to enjoy me describing them."
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 20:10:47 GMT -5
Mora frowned, raising an eyebrow at the boy with the large cleaver. "I'm pretty sure I asked you to lay off the parental questions."
She gave him the look.
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Post by Dante on Apr 25, 2009 20:22:42 GMT -5
"Sorry. I just sort of felt like asking, since I have nothing better to ask." Dante didn't care if she was glaring at him. He was still staring at the sky, so he probably wouldn't even have noticed it. He was consumed in a much more interesting though, just using what came to mind. What was happening to his life? He gets taken up by a witch and becomes her Apprentice for two years before choosing to live a life that he had to rebuild from scratch. That doesn't seem like the normal teenager's life. Still... Who said that teens were all normal.
Mora was a teen, hopefully, and she was talking about living on some distant world that he had never heard of. She travels and knows more than the average adult alone about Worlds and Heartless. He sighed, finally making eye contact with a stressing Mora. He didn't seem all too interested, his facial expression mellow and bored. "Your turn. Ask away."
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 25, 2009 20:25:35 GMT -5
Mora dropped the subject, choosing to let the anger she had go... for now.
That's not to say she wasn't spiteful. She asked the first awkward question that came to mind. "First kiss?" she asked with a grin, heading for the exiting door.
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Post by Dante on Apr 26, 2009 7:22:23 GMT -5
"Age fifteen. It was with a girl named Ange..." Dante stopped what he was doing and stared away. Was it... that long ago? It didn't feel like that, but apparently, it was. Three years since he kissed Ange... He seemed troubled as he remembered his past, the young warrior shoving his hands into his pockets.
It was during a rough storm back in Destiny Islands. The fathers of the island had been searching for any children that had been outside and his father was informed that Ange was no where to be found. Dante had told her to meet him at the island that night, but if he had known that there was going to be a storm, he would've just told her to wait for a few more days. So, he snuck out, knowing exactly where she would be. He took one of the boats and rode on the rough waters, only to find her standing on the large pillar.
He had ran to her and taken her by the hand to the boat, but the lightning had struck down and hit the water. That was when he had taken her to the Secret Place to stay for the rest of the night or until the storm had passed. The two held each other to keep the warmth... Then, Ange spoke soft words before pressing her lips against his. Dante began to blush in the real world, not really caring if Mora left him.
"...What about you... When did you get your first kiss?"
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 26, 2009 9:25:10 GMT -5
Mora shook her head as she appraised Dante. He'd only said the girl's name, pretty much, but the dramatic pause was enough to allude to how much it meant t'him. "Never had one. Guess I'm just saving it for mister right."
Stepping out into a large circular room, Mora raised her eyebrows as she whistled in amazement. "Spiffy...
"Oh right. My turn then... hmmm.... how about this:
"Worst teacher?" Mora's own malignant mentor came to mid easily: Mssr. Rudiment. The guy was always talking through his nose and talking to the class like they were in kindergarden. Eeeugh.
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Post by Dante on Apr 26, 2009 9:52:42 GMT -5
"Madam. That's all I have to say about that." This was so true that it was laughable. Still... he felt like that was a bland answer, so he added in another teacher. "Now that I think of it, though, the worst teacher would be Mrs.Harold. She was smart, but just gross. She had this one mole right on her forehead. It was disgusting." Well, that should suffice as an answer. Now it was his turn as he followed Mora into the circular room.
The warrior stood with his arms crossed, staring forward. "My turn, I suppose. Have you ever thought about settling down somewhere? Maybe somewhere peaceful?" Simple, yes, but all of Mora's questions were simple, too.
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Post by Rocket! on Apr 28, 2009 19:31:38 GMT -5
(How is that pronounced? Madahm? Madame? Mad-am?)
Mora slowly shook her head. "For all I got off of Audityre, my homeworld," she hastily added, "to escape my parents, I guess I have too much of them in me." Looking down, Mora let a sigh escape. "No, I don't think I'll ever settle down. Life's too short to waste in it just one place, don't you think?"
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Post by Dante on May 9, 2009 3:19:32 GMT -5
"Not unless you've already accomplished your life's goal. I plan on settling in Destiny Islands. It's quiet and crime happens, maybe, once in ten years." Of course, he would only settle down once everyone remembered him. If beating Madam wasn't enough to turn everything normal again, then he would spend his life searching for the next person he suspected to make his life better. He was 99.9% sure that the witch was the answer, though he still had a few doubts.
"Your turn, so ask away."
[OOC: Seeing your choices, it would be Madahm. You're actually the first person to ask me that question, so a pat on the back for you. Also, congratulations on becoming MotM. For some odd reason, I knew you were going to make it.]
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Post by Rocket! on May 11, 2009 18:25:58 GMT -5
Mora silently did a browswipe. She'd almost figured that Dante would go for her last sentence as being a question. "Well, howabout... the cleaver. What's it's story?"
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Post by Dante on May 13, 2009 11:48:36 GMT -5
Dante removed his trusty ol' cleaver from his back, holding it up to check it for an big scratches or dents. Everything seemed in place, so he began to answer. "This thing was a weapon I recieved a while back. I'm pretty sure I got it when I first arrived in this world. It's been by my side ever since. No matter what troubles I may come across, I always know that this buddy will get me through them." Now it was his turn.
"Well, what's your life's goal? Everyone has one, hopefully."
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Post by Rocket! on May 16, 2009 12:01:29 GMT -5
So the big, huge, weapon is a buddy? Mental note...
"Life goal... huh." Mora gave a puzzled shrug. "Haven't really put much thought into it."
And that's no joke. Mora's one for priorities, and that's about it. The thought of one main goal for your entire life... she frowned. That kind of thought wasn't a pleasant one, in all honesty.
"I guess I don't have one. I mean, why spend your whole life gunning for just one thing?"
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Post by Dante on May 17, 2009 14:23:59 GMT -5
Dante smiled, chuckling while replacing his weapon. "Well, if you have a life goal... Then, if you reach that goal, you can brag about it. Plus, if you finish it, you can always start a new goal or branch off of your old one." The warrior began to walk forward a bit, getting an odd feeling that his person wasn't here. "My turn, eh? Favorite hobbies?"
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao