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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 13, 2012 20:05:21 GMT -5
Pyre nodded, though did not reply. He didn't enjoy the thought of war and pushed it out of his mind under hope by doing so also pushes it out of the future. Out of thought, out of existence - or so he prayed. He appreciated it when Quinn did not press for answers, unsure if he could even provide them. There was too much he didn't know, though he believed it was probably better this way.
"Sounds nice," Pyre replied, in regards to Naples. He'd read about the city in school - it had quite a bit of history, especially dealing with Pompeii, which was just south of it. "I'm from near Virginia Beach, just a little southeast of here - it's mostly just a big tourist attraction, but living there isn't all that bad." He loved the beach and missed it, greatly. Pyre hardly ever swam, anymore, though he used to do so almost daily. He missed his life near the beach... before he became a murderer.
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 15, 2012 18:50:01 GMT -5
The topic on murdering and demigod spats had been abandoned, dropped like a heavy stone. Quinn continued walking along with Pyre, trying to imagine what Virginia Beach looked like. She had a lack of childhood imagination, so she just conjured up some sand and water- like any shoreline would have appeared to be.
"Is there an area for training?" she asked suddenly. Giotto would not appreciate her leaving her fighting skills to rust. No, with dangers like this, he would not be happy to hear of it at all. Donatello too. Her father would be sending letters to check up on her. "And how do the classes work?"
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 15, 2012 22:26:01 GMT -5
They were in sight of the dormitory by now, nearing the door, when Quinn let loose her next round of questions. "There's an arena area to train - we're supplied with plenty of straw dummies to hack away at as we please, or we can train with each other," Pyralis informed her. "And as for classes - they're just like any other school. We go from one class to another, we just have fighting in some classes. Lunch is around noon and during the school day we're required to be in school uniform, with the exception of our free period."
Deciding he'd better further talk about school rather than risk returning to the recent events, Pyre continued, "It's unlikely you'll have many classes with your dorm leader - the staff, here, try to separate dormmates as much as possible. You'll see plenty of him, however, after class if you need help with anything... or just come see me," he said, adding the second bit almost as an afterthought. Opening the dormitory doors, Pyre saw the main hall crowded with demigods, some eyes flicking to Quinn with curiosity. "Your dorm is right upstairs; follow me."
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Post by Quinn Tempest on Oct 20, 2012 13:34:29 GMT -5
"Train with...swords?" Quinn asked, understanding that "hacking" referred to bladed weapons. It was new to her, the concept of swords, but she understood perfectly the mechanics of a bow. She had near-perfect aim gained from practice, not natural talent possessed by the Apollo children. "I've never done that before," she muttered to herself, though loud enough for Pyre to hear. She would get used to it. A weapon was a weapon. And she was agile in her acrobatics.
The daughter of Poseidon followed after Pyre as he opened the doors, nodding silently. She met surprised and curious glances with glares of defiance like sharp knives. Immediately, some of the kids turned away, and she branded them weak. Those who were easily intimidated by a glance couldn't meet challenges with stubbornness. Quinn nodded at Pyre as he spoke up, leading her upstairs. "So new students are rare, yes?"
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Oct 20, 2012 18:29:48 GMT -5
Pyre nodded a reply. Bladed weapons were his forte - swords, especially. He couldn't see his life without his training - it was his only escape from insanity. "Swords, daggers, bows, you name it," he said, elaborating his nod. "Don't worry - you'll learn. When I started out, I had no idea how to even hold a sword. Now... heh, now there are only a handful of students still able to put up a decent fight," he boasted, eyes filled with a lighthearted gleam.
Nearing the Poseidon Dormitory, Pyre replied, "No, we get new students just as much as any other school - it's just they usually look a lot more lost than you do." After a moment, he added, "I guess that's a good thing, though." Coming to the Poseidon dorm, Pyre knocked once before opening - if Garret was in, he wouldn't mind. Pyre's walked in like this before, sometimes without a knock at all. "Welcome to the Poseidon Dorm," he grinned, swinging the door wide open, "home for the rest of your time, here."
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