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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 21:14:34 GMT
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM One year ago... The Master had been roaming the halls within Castle Oblivion, Master Rose had just now finished his showering. He walked within a kimono that was the color black. As he roamed the halls checking in on all his current trainee's, he would search for Milo himself. He could not find Milo as he had searched all over, but yet had no clue to where he could be. Rose didn't freak out or anything as he searched for his young apprentice, but if he had snuck off to goof around outside, then perhaps that's where he would be. Wandering into the courtyard of Castle Oblivion, he would exit through the large door only to enter the courtyard in search of his young apprentice. He hadn't seem just yet, so for a moment he would continue to read a book of poetry that one of his student's had given him from their visit to Traverse Town. As he read the book for a moment he thought about Mikhail. Emilio and Mikhail had withheld a battle sometime earlier as they were training, upon training Emilio had defeated his ally with exquisite movements. Thinking about it for a moment, he wondered as to how though... "Emilio..." He whispered underneath his breath. He thought about his young apprentice for a moment and wondered if something could have been troubling him? Still standing outside though, he would look around the courtyard for a bit hoping to have found his young apprentice within the area. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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| Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 27, 2015 5:38:46 GMT
Air. Air! He needed air! He couldn't breath! His whole world spun around him like a pinwheel in the wind. There was no point in which his eyes could focus. He needed to get out. Needed out of this place. He stumbled out the door in a panic. He didn't care who saw him, he was in some kind of hysterics where he couldn't even think straight. He panted heavily as he made his way down the dark halls, having no idea where he was going and not even caring.
He knew that he was probably ramming his body into the wall pretty hard, but was completely numb to the experience as he somehow made his way outside. Once he opened the door to the night outside he somehow made his way down the stares, tripping over his own feet down three or four of the steps, and falling onto his face at the bottom.
There he lay for what seemed like a very long time, but possibly not longer then five or ten minutes. The cool air around him allowed him the ability to calm down over time. After a few moments his mind cleared and his panting began to slow. He began to see very well. And of course the pain that began to swell. Sharp waves coursed through his body every once in awhile. He could even feel his body shaking.
Dammit... Another dream? I can't even remember what happened... Where am I? It took him a moment to sit up with his energy drained and his body in pain and shivering. He couldn't even tell if that was from the cold or from the experience he had just gone through.
Finally able to see around him more clearly, Emilio tried to take in his surroundings. It looked as though he were out front of the castle. How had he gotten there? Everything in the past ten minutes was a complete blur. He glanced down at himself and noticed two things. First, he didn't have a shirt on, only his night pants, second his wooden staff was in his hand ready to be used. He peered at the staff quite confused. It was as if his body had immediately thought he would be in danger if he didn't have his staff.
It was cold... But he didn't want to go back into the castle. He didn't know what kind of trail he had left and didn't even want to know. Milo was exhausted... But he was also done dreaming. No more. Please no more. He didn't want to sleep anymore. So instead he took his staff and floated some ways up onto a ledge that looked over the Land of Departure world. Milo would just have to stay up for the rest of the night.
What am I supposed to do? I can't sleep without having a nightmare... But I can't stay up all night because I will have bad performance. Dammit... The Master is probably behind this...
| CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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