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Post by Boon on Aug 7, 2015 5:56:04 GMT
Boon inclines his chin, regarding the outstretched hand suspiciously. Being on the receiving end of gestures of good-will was not something he was accustomed to. “Boon,” He replies curtly, and carefully plucks Sabutor’s hand in his fingers as a perfunctory substitute for a handshake. “I doubt you’d have. Temporal magic is not something just any arcane student could pick up, though I’m sure there are those who’ve tried. You’d do well to remember that, before you ask to witness something I doubt your fledgling mind could understand.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 7, 2015 6:27:56 GMT
Sabutor winced at the insult, he didn't consider himself as stupid as Boon had been insisting. But he hardly had the spine to stand up for himself. "It's a Pleasure to meet you, Boon.", the young mage gathered some of the books from the table and put them in in his satchel, pulled his wooden Dragon crafted staff out from the under the chair and held his notebook to his chest.
He didn't exactly enjoy being put down, understandably, and gestured to the remaining books on the table. "I should probably head back to class, did you want to browse any of those books before I put them back?" It wasn't an honest escape but he tried to make his sudden decision to move look genuine.
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Post by Boon on Aug 7, 2015 6:43:51 GMT
Boon glances to the books fleetingly before focusing on Sabutor. He was unaware of the effect his biting words had had, as the boy was apparently quite good at maintained a polite façade, and truth-be-told, he rather enjoyed the company of someone who was so easily impressed, not to mention well-mannered.
“Perhaps I’ll take a look,” He replies off-handedly, a great deal more interested in what else he could gather from Sab. His eyes flit to the staff he had produced from under the chair.
“Do all students here wield staves like yours?” Boon asks, regarding its curious shape.
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Post by karaikou on Aug 7, 2015 7:04:54 GMT
"Oh?" Sabutor glanced to his staff at Boon's question and proceeded to give a light shake of his head. "Most students have a basic weapon loaned by the academy. Mines different, it's an heirloom. And I have a better affinity with it." He pinched the wing of the crescent fairy dragon, "it's called Guidewing. Apparently my family descends from many skilled wizards, mages, enchanters and warlocks who were attended by them."
Looking at the carefully crafted weapon brought back a sense of nostalgia, like Boon he carried a lot of pride for it.
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Post by Boon on Aug 8, 2015 4:30:28 GMT
This news piqued Boon’s interest somewhat. Although he could not be sure of Sabutor’s arcane competence as it stood currently, it was possible that he had a great deal of potential lying dormant, if his ancestry was as truly accomplished as he boasted. Curious about this lineage, he inquired further.
“Guidewing. I see,” He remarks coolly, adjusting his spectacles as he studies the details of the staff. “I think it strange you’ve relegated yourself to learning under the influence of an academy. If your family is as infamous as you say, you would be better off learning directly from them.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 8, 2015 7:38:35 GMT
"It's more complicated than that." Sabutor mumbled, "I'm an... Orphan, I know that Guidewing is significant and has passed down through many generations and the stories behind it thanks to a man who studies ancient elven artifacts. But truth be told I don't have a reliable memory of my parents."
It didn't seem to get him down and he only sounded a little disappointed, after all the recent wars had left many children without parents, especially those that sought refuge from the Darkness. But the young mage pulled himself back together and smiled. "I plan to study here until I find a mentor or until I'm skilled enough to cross the border, where I'll learn the most powerful spells!"
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Post by Boon on Aug 9, 2015 8:19:13 GMT
"Ah. Perhaps I should have guessed," Boon replies offhandedly, seemingly unmoved by Sabutor's unfortunate circumstance. He continues to pick the student's brain, as clinically as ever.
"And have you found your time here useful? Are there any notable instructors, or peers here who you would consider learning under, or who are interested in taking on an apprentice? I'm sure that your peculiar artifact has garnered some form of attention by now."
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Post by karaikou on Aug 9, 2015 8:32:48 GMT
"There's no one here who wouldn't pull my ear for something." The young mage huffed folding his arms across his chest. "All it ever is is 'Sabutor you lit my stuff on fire' or 'Sabutor you froze the sandwhich maker.', everyone thinks I'm clumsy. I'm always told "oh you've got plenty of potential if only you weren't so hopeless.", but the classes here aren't all that bad. Amongst my adopted family I'm the only magic user so I've learnt more here than I would if I didn't study at the academy."
Relaxing from his disgruntled huff, Sabutor began to lean on his staff, using it to help support his weight. "But I'm still better than most, 'naturally gifted', when I graduate I'll be able to take up an apprenticeship under someone the school deems qualified and suitable."
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Post by Boon on Aug 10, 2015 2:16:40 GMT
Boon nods absent-mindedly as the gears of his mind whir away behind distant, yellow eyes. Perhaps the seemingly impressionable mage could be made useful, if he were subjected to the proper discipline a frazzled mind required. He had already proven to be tolerable company, which was a rare find indeed, considering Boon’s impossibly high standards for company.
“Better than most, are you?” Boon shrugs off his reverie to make the snide reply, and steps towards Sabutor so that he was looking down at the elf’s violet mop of hair. “You’ve yet to prove that much. I would be very interested in seeing what exactly your gifts are.”
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Post by karaikou on Aug 10, 2015 2:30:21 GMT
Side by side, Boons height towered over the small elf but it was no means deterring, if anything it was inspiring, height was generally associated with greatness and power. Though what power Boon had beyond words, Sabutor couldn't say.
"Are you implying you'll take me up?" He asked almost excitedly, "I'll happily show you my skills if you don't believe what I say about me being better than most. But only if you show me one of your spells, please!", perhaps eagerism was the result of Sabutor easily misunderstanding the time wizard.
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Post by Boon on Aug 11, 2015 0:42:40 GMT
Boon certainly made good use of his height, as he peered down his nose at Sabutor, eyes narrowed into slits. The mage's persistence struck him as insolent, and his notoriously short-leashed temper bristled when Sabutor asked a second time to see his magic in action.
"You'll do well to act the part of a student," He retorts hotly, and whacks the shaft of Sabutor's staff with the end of his own. "If you truly desire to learn from someone who can actually teach you a damned thing, you will experience a spell of my creation first-hand, even before we reach my laboratory. I suggest that you pack up whatever belongings you feel necessary to study with, as the destination in question is very far away indeed."
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Post by karaikou on Aug 11, 2015 2:08:11 GMT
Sabutors head was quick to duck into his into his shoulders, he hated to anger people, especially considering he felt first impressions were the most important. "My apologies." He said in a sincere voice, "I really am just eager." However Boons offer roused a slight subconscious suspicion that he felt needed to be addressed, after all he had only just met the man.
"Would you mind me asking why we would be going quite a distance? I would have to cancel my classes, tell my sister and all that." He rubbed his hand against where Boon had hit the shaft as if to check it for damage before continuing their conversation. "We only just met."
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Post by Boon on Aug 11, 2015 6:06:58 GMT
Boon vents a sigh through his nose, and absent-mindedly checks his gloved fingers for any imperfections. “Finicky little mouse, aren’t you?” He replies exasperatedly. “I suppose you do have a point. Distance is relative, however, if you know how to close the gap in between. It won’t seem like very far at all, really, though I’m feeling gracious today, so I’ll let you judge for yourself.” As he spoke, he steps back from Sabutor, creating a few feet of distance between them, before shrugging his cape off of his arms in a dramatic and undoubtedly obnoxious fashion. “When you return here, no time will have passed, so don’t get all bent out of shape about being punctual.”
Wielding his staff in both hands, he spins it so that it is held upside-down, the spiked clock-head resting against the dusty library floor. Giving it a slight push downwards, the thick metal spike sinks directly into the floor, as if it were made of soft butter, and faint violet tendrils of energy begin to spiral out from where the staff had entered. Seeing the spell ready, he begins to guide its head, drawing a circle, seemingly carving it into the material of the floor. When the circle was complete, the area inside flickered out of existence in a flurry of twirling, luminescent strands of magic, leaving in its stead a inexplicably tinted, shimmering hole, which was rather difficult to look at for more than several seconds at a time as its appearance rippled and fluctuated rapidly.
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Post by karaikou on Aug 11, 2015 6:55:49 GMT
Sabutor stood backwards almost instinctively from the unworldly magic by the likes of which he had never seen. But Boon's reassurance of time not passing seemed to put his cluttered mind at ease, still he gathered what he could from around the table, his satchel holding his personal belongings, books and other equipment.
But witnessing such magic was beyong amazing, Boon really was a time wizard-- or a demon about to suck him into an abyss and flat him alive before devouring his soul... but that seemed unlikely, and Sabutor was full of hope and expected nothing but pure amazement from the wizard.
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Post by Boon on Aug 13, 2015 1:06:50 GMT
The circumference of the kaleidoscopic portal was not too great; it was similar in size to an average manhole, and would allow the two sorcerers passage with ease. That being said, there was no promise of the journey being a comfortable one.
Boon adjusts his wide-brimmed hat, tilting it slightly over his face, the violet ribbons of magic reflecting off the tinted glass of his spectacles. "Step quickly now. A spell like this won't last forever," he tuts, and immediately thereafter steps over the portal, sinking into it so quickly that he was out of sight the next instant.
Inter-dimensional travel is a unique and not all together pleasant experience, but Boon was willing to make sacrifices in comfort if it meant furthering his researches. In reality the travel was instantaneous, and so immediately after leaving Sabutor's world, the disgruntled wizard tumbled gracelessly into the adjacent universe. Speaking from the perspective of the traveler, however, the process felt much more drawn out and dizzying, and would certainly cause a great deal of nausea in those with weaker constitutions. Fortunately, Boon operated entirely on a system of clockwork, and so his experience was a great deal less painful than that of a flesh-and-bones creature.
Cursing under his breath at the embarrassing entrance, he picked himself up off the floor of his laboratory and patted dust off of his trousers, before inspecting his staff for any scuff marks. He then proceeded to wait for Sabutor, who would enter from the conveniently placed portal hanging no more than a foot above the floor.
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