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Post by Laska on Dec 21, 2005 1:20:53 GMT -5
They got back soon. Will was sitting at the table, papers spread all over the room. Little symbols, riddles long solved and past experiences recounted were almost all that could be seen, aside from a mutilated pencil that Will found himself chewing on now and again. Bran sighed. "You know, you'd think somebody like you--with all your responcibilities- would be at least a little more organized...." he said. "You're back." was the only answer recieved. Will didn't even look up.
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Post by Anna Isumu on Dec 21, 2005 1:28:57 GMT -5
Anna looked around the room and at some of the symbols. What is all of this?
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Post by Sugi Kusari on Dec 21, 2005 1:34:16 GMT -5
Will didn't answer, he had his head burried in his hands now, as he continued to stare at the papers. "You wouldn't believe half of it...I don't even know if I do..." Bran said, looking around. "Golden harps, door of the birds....the six sleepers....the ware stones... the Grey King....Cafal being--.....All of it just seems so fake....I was never one to believe in magic, still don't know if I do. And yet I've seen it at work a hundred times over by now..." Bran said, picking up an extremely old-looking parchment that was covered in symbols, and words from another language.
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Post by Anna Isumu on Dec 21, 2005 1:40:46 GMT -5
(I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed now. 'Night) "How does Will know magic?" Anna asked, looking at some symbols that didn't make even the smallest amount of sense to her.
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Post by Sugi Kusari on Dec 21, 2005 1:48:23 GMT -5
(I was about to say the same. Night.) Will still didn't answer, so once more, Bran did. "He--apparently-- is the last of the "Old Ones". They work for the light, and have been fighting with the Dark for who knows how many billions of years.... From what Will told me, a man named Merryman told him that he was "destined to do this" on his eleventh birthday... After a while, he got an aweful sickness, and his mom sent him out to stay with his aunt and uncle on their farm. Not-so-coincidently where I was living. My father worked there. Well--anyway Merryman had told me some odd little phrase, and insisted that I tell it to Will should I ever meet him, and he assured me I would...After that so many ridiculous things happened....--err--sorry, did a little more than answer your question. I'll stop ranting." he said.
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Post by Anna Isumu on Dec 21, 2005 15:12:30 GMT -5
"It's alright, you can keep going if you want," Anna said, clearly interested in what Bran was saying. She'd always enjoyed hearing things like this as she grew up and her interest still hadn't died.
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Post by Sugi Kusari on Dec 28, 2005 19:39:16 GMT -5
Bran shook his head. "No time. We should try and help out a bit." he said simply as he bent down and began shuffling through the multiple papers on the ground.
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Post by Anna Isumu on Dec 29, 2005 15:04:12 GMT -5
"Um, okay," Anna said as she also bent down, picking up papers, though not knowing what to do with them, since she couldn't read them.
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