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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 13, 2013 5:08:23 GMT -5
"Hurry up!" The Shaman yells back. "I can hear more of them coming!" The blade of her weapon lights in fire once more, but as she swings it this time, a wave of fire rushes down the small corridor and into more of the spectres.
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 13, 2013 20:58:38 GMT -5
"In the name of Solomon I command you to obey me!" Clive cried out as there was a small silence before an unholy roar that sent shockwaves throughout the building sending Clive into a wall, after the dust had settled he then saw the Lesser Key of Solomon in front of him as he grabbed it and sighed.
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 14, 2013 4:09:31 GMT -5
Dahteste snaps her attention towards the roar, running into the room as Clive grabs the key. "Good, now destroy it!"
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 14, 2013 20:16:16 GMT -5
"What! No! I need this book," he said.
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 15, 2013 2:47:37 GMT -5
"Ugh, fine! Then lets get out of here!" Dahteste makes a break for the hall, pausing to make sure that Luna and Clive are right behind her.
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 15, 2013 4:01:42 GMT -5
"Hey calm down, there are no more evil spirits here. The building is cleansed," Clive said.
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 15, 2013 23:48:51 GMT -5
Dahteste pauses, sighing as that realization finally sets in. "Right... sorry. It's been a long day." Light seems to shimmer off her, the weapons and armor dispersing to leave her back in her normal clothes. She brings a hand up to rub the bridge of her nose.
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 16, 2013 0:35:05 GMT -5
"I can tell," Clive said turning back as he sighed, "so...what exactly are you? You don't look like a Kamen Rider at all."
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 16, 2013 1:50:38 GMT -5
"No, I'm not a Rider." She smirks, leaning against the door frame. "I'm a Shaman. She-Who-Walks-In-Light, chosen at birth to wield the power of our people against the oncoming darkness." She motions to the stone around her neck.
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 16, 2013 3:35:11 GMT -5
"So basically a magician, interesting, I didn't think that the Native American form of magic still existed, quite fascinating your ancestor's magical capabilities," Clive said.
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 16, 2013 4:11:31 GMT -5
"Our people lost more than just our land, I'm afraid," She explains. "Much of our magic went with it. Government regulations, Americanization... not many tribes practice the true arts of communing with the spirits anymore. I'm from one of them."
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 16, 2013 9:40:47 GMT -5
"Even in the darkest room a single flicker of flame from a candle is enough to kindle the hearts of men," Clive said, "don't give up just because you're the handful that can commune with the spirits. Teaching your children the arts can lead them to teach other people the arts and soon perhaps magic will flourish again in America."
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 17, 2013 5:51:46 GMT -5
Dahteste smiles. "That is our goal, yes. I don't think they'll flourish, but... our teachings come through in other ways. Green living, respect for nature and our fellow man. Small steps, but that's what a path is made of." She pauses, blinking. "I just realized..." She points to Clive and Luna. "I don't think I ever got your names."
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Post by Clive and Luna on Feb 18, 2013 3:07:35 GMT -5
"A small tree is all that is needed to start a forest, it will take time, perhaps not in your generation but it will happen...like all magical arts," Clive said, "forgive us for the rudeness. I'm Clive Edingburgh and this is my apprentice Luna Lovegood."
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Post by shamblesdahteste on Feb 18, 2013 9:23:11 GMT -5
"Dahteste Jones," She nods to them both in proper greeting. "If I can ask... what exactly do you two do? And... why did you try to threaten me with a stick?" She glances at Luna, smirking.
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