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Post by merlin on Feb 8, 2010 0:38:43 GMT 10
"No not a cure. A possible cure." he correted her with a grin, "Not much elves look for cures to vampirism and lycantrhopy because to be honest it really wouldn't be worth the energy to turn someone back and they would most probably have been changed, like rare meat, PTSD whatever. But the records say that these spirit users can heal without spells so they can do all sorts of things far quicker than anyone else can. Just remember it is just a few short, ancient records."
"Exactly you have a reason to live. I don't, sure I have family but they know what this power means, we are brought up to be sad yes, but also what an honour it is, my death wouldn't cause them much grief. They would be proud as I died following my duty, yet they have no idea what it is like. I'd rather have a Drow torture me, and those elves are seriously screwed up and love blood and pain and fear."
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 8, 2010 19:22:08 GMT 10
Tuala thought while Leon spoke. Oh, even if she ever did find someone to 'possibly cure' her of her vampirism, she could never go through with it. She would grow old, while her sister stayed the same age, and watched her die. That thought made her cringe.
"Dying young, an honour" she laughed. Not because she thought it was funny, but because it was down right weird. Yes, she wished that she had died young .. well, younger than she was. For, if she was human, she would have died long ago.
(Sorry if some makes no sense .. I has a headache =S)
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Post by merlin on Feb 9, 2010 9:55:27 GMT 10
"No not young. Being the vessel. The vessel for the Guardian of Light's magic." he replied and sighed, "I have half a mind to force it into Arthur's body. But I have always had a feeling he isn't the Guardian of Light... I just doesn't feel quite right when I am near him. Close but not him. I have always though of his decendants but he killed his only child. Maybe if someone finds a way for him to be healed, we have tried everything over the centuries. Even high level dark magic."
He looked at her and chuckled, "Never mind what I said. You go on thinking Arthur Pendragon is dead -which he more or less is- and ignore the small part of the prophacy and we are all good." he said and yawned.
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 9, 2010 21:24:44 GMT 10
"Sounds very complicated" Tuala sighed "Well maybe you should try even higher levels of dark magic" she laughed.
"Ok, I won't mind what you said" she chuckled. "The prophecy?" she said, curiously.
(Sorry it's a little short .. I am being distracted by the TV .. And, I'm not easily distracte- oohh a butterfly..)
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Post by merlin on Feb 10, 2010 3:58:13 GMT 10
"It is a big arsed chunk of magic of course it is complicated." he laughed and grinned at her, his headache was starting to fade and he always felt good when it did. "And as for higher levels of dark magic. No. I have enough swimming around me already, the only people I know that would possibly try it would have been Dracula -who is more or less dead- and the Drow. And I would rather be a naked human trying to stake Draula with a twig than offer that magic to the Drow, Dracula was evil because he hated mankind for taking his wife from him. Drow are evil through and through, they love it, death and blood is just a normal day." he said without taking a breath, "It makes Elves ashamed that we were once one and the same. That we practiced the same magics as them."
He looked at her with a small amused smile, "Now didn't I say to ignore that part? It's the usual thing, big evil, hero comes with awesome magic, blah blah death, blah blah fight, blah blah world is saved."
(lol and a little short? XP)
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 11, 2010 9:13:17 GMT 10
"When you think about it, all magic is complicated to some degree." she smiled "It may not seem to some, yet to others.." she trailed off. "Well, I will try whatever is in my power to help you" she said.
"Fine then I will ignore it" Tuala said, folding her arms across her chest "This is me, ignoring it" she said, looking away trying to hide a smile. She looked back at him "Aren't all prophecies about how good will come and defeat evil?" she sighed, rolling her eyes.
(Fine then .. a LOT short. But it was NCIS I was being distracted by .. NCIS !!!!)
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Post by merlin on Feb 12, 2010 9:17:04 GMT 10
"There is nothing you can do. Only death can release me. There is one way I can keep my soul and mind and body intact but that act will most likely kill me." he told her and yawned, a few of the previous vessels turned to vampirism to see if it would save them, only one survived and it worked, the magic passed on someone else, her son, "And I would prefer to die in an outer battle. Not my own body ripping it's self apart as it tries to preserve itself."
He chuckled at her reaction and smiled at her, "So you don't think evil has prophets?" he asker her with a raised eyebrow as he leaned against a tree, "Some prophets are neutral, picking up from both veils. And if you gain one of the other side's prophecy you gain a huge advantage."
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 13, 2010 10:51:16 GMT 10
Tuala understood what he meant by saying that there was another way he could live. Thinking of an elf also being a vampire was a strange thought. They would be awfully strong, she imagined.
"Oh yes, I believe that evil has prophets" she chuckled. "Well, how about we drop all of this talk about death and fighting and crap we talk about something else instead" she suggested with a smile.
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Post by merlin on Feb 13, 2010 13:46:01 GMT 10
He could see in her eyes that she knew what he meant, an elven vampire, a violation of nature. Vampirism and lycanthropy are human diseases so for an elf to survive is a miracle, even though two of the three outcomes mean life 99% all die and like 99% of those that don't die spend weeks in bed from fighting off the disease. So that means that he has what? 0.01% chance of becoming a vampire? That move reeks of desperation... But maybe he could use a mixture of magics and a dhampirs blood to make himself half-vampire... an elven dhampir.
There is no telling what that could do though, he thinks that most likely it would boost his limits, give him a handful more years to live. That could mean a wife, children... or not most likely he would be infertile... ah the possibilities! But he couldn't experiment on himself, that means... a tear slowly slide down his cheek at the thought of using it on animals or elves. "Drow!" he said with a grin.
"Oh sorry." he chuckled relising he had zoned out, "Yeah you are right, what do you suggest we talk about? How about how I can get a date with your sister?"
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 21, 2010 15:20:45 GMT 10
Tuala stood there, watching him. Everything was quiet for some time. “Are you ok?” she asked when she saw the tear slide down his cheek. She looked at him strangely when he shouted. “Okay..” she chuckled. “I’ll be better off not asking, won’t I?” she smiled. “Um .. It’s ok” she said slowly. “You want to ask her on a date?” she asked. “Let me guess, the Valentines Dance” she said. It wasn’t really a question. “I’m really no good with the whole ‘dating’ thing. But if there is anything you would like to know about her, feel free to ask me” she smiled.
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Post by merlin on Feb 21, 2010 15:32:16 GMT 10
"Heh! It is nothing so secretive. Just a new train of though." he said with a grin, "but I do not know whether to thank and hug you or hate you. You have given me hope Tuala. And hope is a very dangerous thing... For the Drow in this case. I'll find a way to live, no doubt about it. I will not let this magic pass on to my sister, she is too... delicate to handle the power. Too pure."
"Something I would like to know... And the dance... roses..." he said thinking aloud, "What is her favourite flower? And I guess you would be the best one to ask huh? Being in her head fro a century must make you know her pretty well."
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Post by Tuala Smith on Feb 24, 2010 20:26:23 GMT 10
"Oh, you can hate me all you want" Tuala chuckled. "I am sure that you will find a way to live, like you said" she nodded her head slightly. "Hmm, I will have to meet this sister of yours sometime." she smiled.
"You guessed right." Tuala smiled "She does love roses. Who doesn't?" she said. "Well, I am not always in her head. I never really enter her mind to read her thoughts. I do stay connected to her though, so we can communicate, but never go any deeper into her thoughts. I pretty much only scratch the surface. Although .." she paused "For the first few years after we were 'changed', I didn't know how to block them out and control my thoughts. So, that was quite interesting" she chuckled.
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Post by merlin on Feb 25, 2010 16:24:28 GMT 10
"I'd rather you don't." he chuckled nervously and shrugged. "She will destroy the perfect image you have in your head of me." he joked and started bitting his fingernails as he half-assed thought of things to do while keeping his attention on Tuala incase she spoke or did something. "I don't like roses. They are just bleh and cliched... But I suppose I can pull some nature magic on one to change it's colour, perhaps blood red? Make it more unique to her, a symbol of vampirism perhaps?"
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Post by Tuala Smith on Mar 2, 2010 9:03:27 GMT 10
"Oh, I never had a perfect image in the first place" Tuala chuckled. "Blood red huh?" she said with a raised eyebrow "sounds ... nice." She examined him for a minute. He likes her she thought with a smile cute she chuckled quickly. "Unique to her?" Tuala sighed "Oh, but what about me?" she added with a chuckle. "But then again, I'm not that much of a fan of roses". (Can add more later )
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Post by merlin on Mar 8, 2010 19:01:52 GMT 10
"Oh the horror!!" he said loudly with a stricken look somewhat as he wobbled on his feet. "Oh my lord! That someone isn't captured by my charms and amazing good looks... Oh how can this be? Surely you jest! Oh dear." he said melodramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and "fainting".
He chuckled, "You my dear I have just met and i am not into you even if you are a really beautiful woman. I am strictly a one woman guy. And besides flowers have meaning and creating a unique flower for someone can be confusing as they would have to think of all they know of your, your actions words, gossip and stuff and work out what they are trying to tell say. The blood red rose could be seen as a malevolent act rather than an act of courtship. Some guy gave my sister flowers a few years back and she kicked him in the nuts a few times and made him pass out before using her.... healing to give him the clap."
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