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Post by Maxim Horvath on Aug 23, 2010 19:39:36 GMT -5
Maxim Horvath, Master Sorcerer of the 777th degree and former apprentice to the Adept Sorcerers Merlin and Morgana, sat at a large walnut desk and inspected the young woman sitting across from him. With her tidy black hair and large dark eyes, she didn't exactly look to be the sort who would be interested in what he had to offer. She looked more like a cross between an up-and-coming young college student turned businesswoman and a Hawaiian soccer mom. Unusual, and a far cry from most of the people who came sniffing around wanting to learn magic.
If she was from the islands, she might be a little chilled. Fall was closing in on New York City, and with it the beginnings of a cold snap. The sorcerer raised the elegant walking stick that leaned against the arm of his chair and gestured with it. As he did so, the large blue gem set into the handle of the stick glowed intensely. Bright flames flickered to life in the fireplace behind the young woman to fill the study with warmth.
"Welcome, Miss Pelekai," Horvath said with a pleasant smile. "I hope the journey was not too tasking. And I do apologize for the abominable weather."
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Post by nani on Aug 25, 2010 10:06:41 GMT -5
Nani brushed her fluffy hair and looked to the window with some apprehension evident in her hazel eyes not realizing how rudely she had been standing there in the quiet of the ornamental room. The toe of his elegant cane brought her out of her questionable reverie to pay mind to what the esteemed sorcerer had to say.
"No, no, no. That’s fine. I should be the one apologizing,” she said with a small chuckle, her features filled with unusual embarrassment and modest charm. “I came late after all. I don’t think that leaves a good impression on those who are trying to give you such a wonderful opportunity. Anyway, I came late because. . .”
She uneasily took the kind offer and sat down looking awful pensive. After some time she managed to mouth the absurdities that begged to escape her full lips. "Sir," he said, "you’re going to think I’m spin bin material if I tell you this, but my spaceship sort of malfunctioned on the way here. “ She rubbed the back of her neck shamefully, the grin on her face incredibly sheepish. What now? Gonna tell the guy you’re an alien-houser too?
“The weather’s a nice change. It’s always so hot back home, so believe me when I say that when it’s time to whip out the hot cocoa and the marshmallows, well . . . .” she put a halt to her rambling, and then wore a rather rueful smile. Of course, this awkwardness did not last long as flames of blue licked the room with its vibrant nature.
“Better than a tiki torch,” she joked, quite startled.
OOC; SORRY FOR THE WAIT. C: <333 EE.
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Post by Maxim Horvath on Aug 25, 2010 14:25:04 GMT -5
Spin bin? That was not a term Horvath had ever heard- but he supposed that being trapped in the Grimhold for seventy years and that Chinese urn for another ten would put him a little behind times when it came to slang. He would have to learn quickly- though that was rarely a problem for him. Horvath actually enjoyed learning, and it was one of few pleasures he indulged in.
The comment about the spaceship was an odd one, and the sorcerer gave his guest a long, penetrating look. Was she serious? She certainly seemed to be...
"Your spaceship." He kept his tone neutral as he raised one dark eyebrow inquisitively. Well, creativity was an admirable trait in a sorcerer- or sorceress. And if she was in fact telling the truth, that indicated a certain flexibility of mind that would be beneficial as well. "Would you care to explain a little about that, Miss Pelekai? I must admit, I've never encountered an explanation such as that before."
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