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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 4:24:41 GMT -6
to the skies Rignar couldn't help his chuckle as Tyr was obviously out of sorts. Was rank a new thing to her? It was true that once you made Commander there weren't very many people who could give you orders. Pretty much everyone in the Hollow was under her command now. It was something she had to get used to and starting with the mail carrier was the best, and most immediately self satisfying thing to him at the time.
The messenger shouted to Rignar despite the room's size and his ears near exploded on him. Why does everyone forget his senses? "Thank you Aneera." He said taking the sealed envelope. He examined the seal and sighed a bit. 'Orders? What could they be now?' He thought to himself staring down the writ. The seal was from High Command. It was truly ironic that he was just thinking about not having to take orders often as a Commander and here he is standing with some orders.
As he stood not really wanting to open the envelope. A presence darkened the right peripheral of his vision and a soft but sharp poke in his side shook him out of his thoughts. It seemed Tyr was curious as to the kind of orders she'll be taking as well. The Cadets surely weren't ready so its not a roster list. They aren't scheduled for another foray into Earth just yet he didn't think. What could it be? Maybe he can tease her curiosity a bit longer. "Hmm, I wonder..." He said deftly twirling it in between his three fingers. It was far too ornate for military orders. Then it hit him.
They were only rumors, but some of the other commanders were joking he would be next to organize the Faevrel Festival. All of the citizens of Atlantis pitch in, sure, but he had to take care of the formalities. Food to be set, lighting, dances, shows, and the manne rof the Cadet showing. It was a logistical nightmare and Rignar isn't shy when it comes to his smarts. Was this punishment for his outward confidence? He looked at the envelope wishing it would burst into flames. Maybe then he wouldn't have to worry about it since he never saw it.
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Post by Inkz>> Tyr Delnir on Aug 19, 2014 21:25:56 GMT -6
BANG SEASONS CAME AND CHANGED THE TIME // WHEN I GREW UP, I CALLED HIM MINE // HE WOULD ALWAYS LAUGH AND SAY // REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO PLAY? // BANG BANG I SHOT YOU DOWN // BANG BANG YOU HIT THE GROUND // BANG BANG THAT AWEFUL SOUND // BANG BANG I USED TO SHOOT YOU DOWN.
DATE:08.13.2077 // TIME:: Dusk? TAGGED:: Rignar WORD:: 411
She watched his mild stance, and mannerism as he twirled about the envelop and seemingly considered his options. ~Oh come on either open or don’!~ She thought a brow quirked upward on his forehead and stretched the scarring that ran across her left eye. She had to admit she normally had much better patience, but she would need to get back to her side of the Atlantis soon. She felt the dread of it all, the teaching, the students, and stuck in close quarters quite literally with a man she thought of as a younger brother.
She sighed rolling her eyes to look at the other side of the room; while with a whistle and a snap of her fingers the delicate ornate parchment suddenly flickered in blue sparks and in a flash crumbled away to mere dust, having literally set only the envelope itself on fire to leave only the orders. Even the waxy seal had vanished into a fine powdery dust. Tyr took only a half breath before she snatched the orders from his hand and smirked a devious grin at him before her eyes swept swiftly along the page.
~*~It Read: Sir Lord Rignar of the UNA-Kronis. You are excellence in the field has gain exemplary marks and brought you be REASSIGN, by the words of Lady Analori Baefel acting High Crown of the Elementar Council. You are to report at dawn to Lady Sceltyr Delnir of the ADA-Kronis. These changes in your post will also help the Academy’s preparation for the Faevrel Festival. We ask that you bring your Rook Sack (basically the bag you carry your essentials in) a Room will be made in preparation for your stay. You will also be made Instructor for the time to help with the influx in Cadet arrival. ~*~
The letter ended but Tyr seemed to keep reading it once, twice, then a third time until finally she seemed unable to contain it anymore. She burst out laughing the giggle rippled through the air holding a tint of maniacal glee. Blue eyes opened to turn back on Rignar her giggles replaced by a sadistic smirk. “Oh Boyo Welcome to may hell…” She said offering him the letter to read for himself. Once he took the letter she would stretch he arms above her head and wait for him to finish before finally looking at him as he finished the letter the glee still dancing in her mirror like pupils.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 3:37:33 GMT -6
to the skies Rignar stood staring at the envelope. His arrogance finally caught up to him. The Festival. It's fun when it happens, but if he was to handle the logistics his schedule would be tied. His hands bound. He can hear the other commanders laughing and hollering. His mind would finally be put to the test. With renewed intensity and vigor he looked to the envelope and prepared to open it! It was..not in his hand. He looked under, above, left and right but found nothing. His gaze locked onto the devilish new girl. The cover of the orders lay burnt to a crisp and her eyes scanned the orders before he could. "Hey! Need to know basis!" He shouted at her feigning anger.
He heard her words and snatched the orders back and scanned the writ. He was going to train the cadets? Report to Sceltyr? He wasn't sure if he should be relieved. He was almost at the point of accepting the task of organizing the Festival, but at least that is off his plate. But being put back into training Cadets? Wasn't his first time enough? Sure, he had fun with it. He was as efficient as a Merah could be with training but this? He was being punished for something he knew it. Exemplary credentials was just another way of saying you screwed something up. However, he looked on the bright side of things. He can help Tyr as well as get in some missed fun. He hasn't trained a Human before and it could be an interesting learning experience.
Standing straight with a smile, he straightened his collar and closed his eyes. With a slight bow to Tyr he said, "Very well, Commander Sceltyr Delnir, Rignar Blackmane will provide assistance in training the new Cadets. I will follow your orders as swiftly as Gardose's wings can carry me." With these words, he pledged his oath to training the Cadets and Tyr til the task is done. Regardless of the reasons behind his reassignment, orders were nothing to trifle with. Especially when evidently handed down from Lady Baefel herself. Though, that was probably just a formality.
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Post by Inkz>> Tyr Delnir on Aug 20, 2014 22:48:58 GMT -6
BANG SEASONS CAME AND CHANGED THE TIME // WHEN I GREW UP, I CALLED HIM MINE // HE WOULD ALWAYS LAUGH AND SAY // REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO PLAY? // BANG BANG I SHOT YOU DOWN // BANG BANG YOU HIT THE GROUND // BANG BANG THAT AWEFUL SOUND // BANG BANG I USED TO SHOOT YOU DOWN.
DATE:08.13.2077 // TIME:: Dusk? TAGGED:: Rignar WORD:: 695
Sceltyr waited for his response with a little amount of glee, but as Rignar snatched the orders back and read them through them. The reaction he gave however was not what she had expected. A little off put she gave a half step away from him as he bowed and swore to to follow her orders. She quirked a brow high before sighing as she realized just what all she had in store for her now.
~Great now I have two Haedyns, honestly just because I can use Soul doesn’t mean I’m qualified for this~ Her face dropped into hand as she realized She was too whom Analori was speaking when she said a room would be prepared for the new Instructor. She sighed and nodded to him. “Right you will, I should go an prepare your room.” She said grudgingly. She realized she was being a little annoyed but at the same time it was getting late in the evening. Tyr glanced at him and nodded before taking her leave “I’ll see you when you get to the Academy our group is currently on the Third while we are stationed in the Officers Loft. “She started to leave the office but halted at the door and said “Don’t worry about being reassigned, hell I’ve been shuffled around nearly five times since the jump to Earth” She shrugged and slipped away.
While walking back the way they’d came she pondered just where she would put Rignar and how to use him best as an Instructor to the heathens they have in their group. Only the male cadet’s seemed stable, well slightly stable. The chicks were all a little crazy if you asked Tyr to be honest about it. She sighed and ran a hand through her long silvery hair before diving deep within her own mind.
She fell deep into the darkness of her mind, the cold chill of her own conscious like a tidal wave fell upon her small inner self. Then as if she couldn’t take the cold anymore suddenly fire would blossom in her subconscious to guide her way and chase the cold from her mind. Reaching the Pool in her mind it flowed and rippled like an orb of fire burning larger and smaller as if like a heart made from white flame and a silvery blue core.
Tyr lifted her hands and caressed the reaching tendrils as they danced away from the core. Then she would turn away from her pool place her hands at her side and fall backwards into the pool diving into the pure energy. Being practically jettisoned along the bond that connected her to Aerdis until. Suddenly her eyes would open but they were not her own, bright vertical silver pupils would open wide as the connection was formed between rider and Drak.
Aerdis gave her mind a brush over as he recognized her presence, like a passenger she sat in the back seat and watched the world through his eyes. Aerdis was only a few yards above the hectic ocean, wings burning from the rush as he ducked dodged and twirled around the chops and waves it threw at him. Every now and again is wings would snap shut then his body would ark and he would slip seamlessly into the currents bellow. His jaws snapping down any errant fish, confused by the storm that pushed the ocean. He’d been gorging himself since the end of training and Tyr had been summoned to Councils. So Tyr pressed against his mind and pulled his attention away from fishing when he erupted back from the ocean’s surface.
~Please Aerdis, if you eat anymore you will curst at the seams. Come along and fetch me.~ Aerdis grumbled his agreement, his belly was rather fully, and this last pull from the ocean had been harder than normal. Tyr let out a giggle and slipped back from her Drak’s mind to return to her own body and be staring blankly down the vacant corridor. She shook her head and giggled she still wasn’t very good with connecting to Aerdis and still functioning within herself. She needed to work on that.
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