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Post by Health on Nov 17, 2005 20:45:26 GMT -5
10 years from Present
A lovely blonde lady sat quietly in a small coffee shop. Her only company was a broom settles against her chair. Her hair was up in a loose bun while hair around her face was falling into her eyes causing her to occasionally swipe them from her vision. A pot of tea was in the middle of the table, she'd poureda cup already and added cream and honey to it and was waiting for it to cool. A half-eaten cookie was held in her hand, threatening to topple onto the floor as she concentrated on the book.
Her name was Iris, a witch, and the heir to the Threads of Time and Space. But she was still in training until then her Grandmother Mara was watching over the threads.
Iris eyes looked up from her book to see two teenagers wearing black almost everywhere, each holding a book in their hands. Iris's mouth twitched as she tried not to smile.
"Wow, hey you're Iris Weaver," one of them said through their lipsticked mouths, "Um yeah we love, like your book, and we were like, wondering if you'd sign them?"
Iris smiled and pulled out a pen and motioned for the books, "So like how much researched did you have to do to learn witchcraft?" the guy continued, "I mean, like, all those ideas see so real."
"Well I tried to publish my book as an autobiography, but publishers didn't really respond to it well, so I changed the name of the main character to Irene and now my book is a best seller," Iris said handing the books back to the goth kids.
"Geez if we knew toy were such a bitch we wouldn't have bought your book!" the guy said angrily grabbing the girl and storming out.
Iris rolled her eyes and went back to reading her spellbook, humans, they were so unpredictable.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 17, 2005 21:19:33 GMT -5
(( health not to be rude but if you control the thread of space and time, you exist outside of time there for whom every hold the gift can ever die, their like gods..lol be continue..she like a fate in the future..))
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Post by Health on Nov 17, 2005 21:20:44 GMT -5
((Yeh I more basing it like Sailor Pluto, having a giant key that opened doors to different times and places))
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 17, 2005 21:21:54 GMT -5
(( neat ..are you going to write more))
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Post by Health on Nov 17, 2005 21:23:19 GMT -5
((Depends is anyone gonna post with me, they might get a ride on the broom...wait that sounds wrong!!))
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 19:09:04 GMT -5
((I will do it...))
Raphael had walked into the coffee shop, he had no real patience or reason for being there, but something that day had told him to enter. He was wearing a black suit, however his hair was different than it had been long ago. His head was shaven, though it looked as though it needed to be again, the fine grey stubble growing in, but not hiding the greek laurels that were tattooed about his head. He also had a grey beard coming in, it was not very present, but again it looked as though he simply needed a shave. Raphael had never cared for coffee, but some days a man just needs a coke. He walked up to the counter and paid for a bottle of coke, taking it he turned around to see a familiar face nestled in a book. Raphael looked on amused as the goth kids scrambled off, Raphael had been tempted to start a fight like he had used to do in his younger years, but resisted, only a thin smirk on his face as he approached Iris from the side, "I thought I recognized you..."
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 19:12:39 GMT -5
((*Blinks* okay sweet))
"It depends on what side of the vale your on," Iris said, "Or whether you choose to be inbetween the vale and cross each side when needed. Though I admit that there is familiar aura that I reconize," she smirked, "Then again you might just make fun of my Desert Eagles."
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 19:16:37 GMT -5
"you always did enjoy being over powered, even though you never needed it." Raphael smirk widened slightly.
"how have you been Iris, keeping away from the more dubious of tasks I pray?"
Raphael stepped around towards the side of the table and in plain vies of Iris.
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 19:18:45 GMT -5
"For the most part yes, I'm working on my career mostly now, writing, and then when I have a writer's block I play the Harp for whoever is hiring," Iris said quickly closing her spell book and covering up the cover. She looked closely at Raphael and smiled, "You've aged but in a good way, like Sean Connery."
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 19:46:00 GMT -5
"it is true, the years have been better to me than most, but I cover up well the damage they have done." Raphael had seen part of the book, and how huriedly Iris had covered up, so Raphael dismissed it. Raphael maotioned to the chair on the opposite side of the table.
"do you mind if I have a seat, an old war wound appears to be acting up." Raphael said rubbing his left knee.
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 19:47:55 GMT -5
"You know you could have gotten Eliza to heal that back in the day," Iris said motioning him to sit down, "So are you still playing the mysterious assasin looking for trouble, or have you retired?"
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 20:14:58 GMT -5
"assassin, me...I am touched" Raphael sat down in the chair and placed his coke on the table gently. He had been up to no good, but had scaled back his grand evil scheme to accomodate for his age, and his not really wanting to do those evil things any more.
"I prefer my wounds, they never let me forget the things I have done. She would have said the same as you though, been ashamed of such things, but it works to my advantage at times. I still teach, though not quite the same things I used to."
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 20:17:40 GMT -5
"Really, you teach, what would that be art history?" Iris asked smoothing her blond hair behind her ears her blue eyes sparkling in her converstation with Raphael. She had alwsy enjoyed talking to him, he had been the one to teach her about weapon defense and hand to hand combat, she had high respect for the man.
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 20:33:45 GMT -5
"not quite..." Raphael grew stern, he had been into many things, and many things had gotten him into trouble over the years.
"Though history is important, I...teach math and physics, I teach young people how to build airplanes." Raphael had once been an aerospace engineer and had known enough to be able to teach students, however it was a convenient lie. Raphael was more than that, he was still a mercenary, still a training instructor. It was a choice Raphael had not been particularly happy about, but it was one he had made to save someone else. Raphael really did not like talking about it.
"so, you write books, anything I might have read?"
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 20:35:38 GMT -5
"Probably not, they deal with magic and other worlds, unless you run out and by The New York Best Sellers books, I doubt it," Iris said interested in learning how airplanes were built.
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 20:51:05 GMT -5
"I see, well I don't exactly get out and buy such things, I tend to be preoccupied with my work. I am working on some interesting research. I am working on space things, faster than light types of things." Raphael took a sip of his coke and folded his hands on the table, looking down at the parallel scars on his left hand that he was so fond of.
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 23:38:24 GMT -5
"Sounds wonderful," Iris said placing her slim hand on Raphael's own scarred ones, "I've kind of missed our sparring matches," she mentioned with a small smile.
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 23:45:19 GMT -5
"As do I, but sadly I am afraid I have nothing more to teach you."
Raphael looked down at Iris' hand, soft and pure, un scarred as his own were. He had lived a long time, and had trained many more since x-23, but somehow it gave him little solice in knowing that. X-23 was still out there somewhere, and since Raphael had left, he had not seen or heard from her. Raphael had cared for x-23, as a father cares for a duaghter, he could never bring himself to say it out loud, but he had cared for her.
"Oh, yes. I have a gift for you, something I had not a chance to give to you."
Raphael reached into the inside pocket of his coat and produced an Iron cross with a skull in the center made of steel on a heavy chain. He placed it on the table.
"that is yours, something very few have ever earned."
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Post by Health on Nov 26, 2005 23:51:55 GMT -5
"Raphael," Iris said looking at the necklace with shock, "I don't deserve this, I'd rather not have this and fight beside you. I miss those days, now everything is so complicated," she said sadly uncovering the book, to give the necklace back to Raphael.
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Post by raphael on Nov 26, 2005 23:55:08 GMT -5
"It means not that we must part ways, simply that the student has achieved the master's expectations." Raphael looked at the book, but with passing interest again, he really loved to read, but cared not for secrets that others tried to hide. He had once been that way, but grew blunt and hid nothing, it left him with fewer weaknesses to exploit, as well as other things. However some secrets had to be kept, somethings were to dark to share with anyone.
"Life is complicated, but do not ever forget that it is worth living."
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