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Post by misa on Nov 26, 2007 19:58:23 GMT
After a quick shower and breakfast Misa found that, firstly she was starting to understand the layout of the school and secondly, it wasn't quite as scary as she had first percieved.
Now stepping into her first class she suddenly felt a strange pounding in her heart.
Running for her life she had dealt with, torture she had endured, but classes...
Take a deep breath, Misa thought to herself.
Firmly, so there was no chance to back out now, she stepped up to the small but sharp looking woman who had the clear look of someone in charge, regardless of the fact her age could be no more than Misa's own.
"Hi, I'm new..." She said softly, unsure of herself in front of the many eyes she was sure would be boring into her from around the room.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Nov 26, 2007 20:27:04 GMT
There was a new Warrior in the ranks. Unfortunately, when she - her name was Misa - had arrived, Madeleine had been unable to meet her, seeing as she was comatose at them time, and hadn't been able to catch her at any other point. She knew that Misa would be in the class today, and so had planned to have the rest of her Warriors at work before greeting her and showing her the ropes, so to speak. However, the door to the training room had opened a little earlier than Madeleine had expected, when she was in the middle of giving the usual announcements. A girl who she assumed was Misa stepped into the room, and the eyes of all the Warriors followed her as she came up to Madeleine. Her voice was quiet, unsure. "Hi, I'm new..." Madeleine smiled at her, before clapping her hands at the other Warriors. "Alright, you know what you're doing, shoot." She turned back to Misa as the Warriors sorted themselves out. "Hey. You're Misa, right?"
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Post by misa on Nov 27, 2007 17:08:47 GMT
Misa had been shown little affection in her life. Anyone who had ever offered her any comfort or kindness was dead. People who had known her for years had only ever held harsh words and cruel comments.
Yet, here was another stranger who knew nothing about her and the first words from her mouth were said in such a pleasant, welcoming tone...it was almost more than she could take in. Almost.
"I am, Ma'am." She said, unsure of how to address this woman, was she an equal or superior in title?
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Nov 28, 2007 17:18:50 GMT
Madeleine smiled at Misa, a little confused. When had people thought that she should be called 'ma'am'? Well, it was definitely something that she wasn't about to encourage. Smiling kindly, she said, "Okay, first of all - it's Madeleine, I only make people call me ma'am when I'm mad at them. Misa seemed rather quiet, a little meek, maybe a little subservient. But Madeleine got the sense that Misa knew exactly what she was capable of. The scar she could see on the girl's neck said clearly that Misa had been through the horrific, and Madeleine didn't doubt that once someone had been through something like that, they could fight against the horrific. Something that she needed. Someone who knew what they were dealing with was worth more to them than a thousand Levi Ryders. "So have you any experience in this at all?" she asked. It was the million dollar question.
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Post by misa on Nov 28, 2007 18:24:29 GMT
Experience. What was she meant to say?
'Well Madeleine, when I was eight I began my warrior training as was custom for my tribe. When I was ten there was a particular violent uprising in which I killed for the first time - a man four times my own age.
I had killed several hundred before my 13th birthday as was seen as my duty with our Cult. Then I had to fight for and lead an entire community all because of some ceremony I can barely remember. (at the very thought of it her hand rose to the high throat button of her jacket and ensured both sleeves were pulled down as far as possible.)
After years of that I escaped and spent nearly a year on the street trying to make my way across oceans to get here but, before I could I had to endure capture, torture, watching the best friend I'd ever had die and escape once again, all at the hands of an enemy which has just become my own also.'
Somehow, she didn't feel that answer was quite what was needed in front of a group of people she was convinced were listening to every word spoken, nor did she feel quite that ready to explain her entire personal history to somebody she had known for under a few minutes so instead she went for something simpler.
"A bit."
The look Madeleine was giving her however, seemed like she knew it all anyway - maybe she did. The thought of someone knowing all that made Misa uncomfortable and she shifted from foot to foot awkwardly.
'Don't be stupid, how on earth could she possibly know that.
Her heart tried to convince her. Tried and failed miserably.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Nov 28, 2007 19:29:50 GMT
Misa looked a little uncomfortable, so Madeleine decided not to ask for details. "That's good," she smiled. "There's so much going on at the minute. So what weapons can you use?"
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Post by misa on Nov 28, 2007 19:38:24 GMT
Now here was a question she could answer.
"Generally I favoured nunchaku and I was pretty natural with make-shift explosives but apart from contact I just used my elmental control or a Baselard."
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Nov 28, 2007 19:53:44 GMT
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Madeleine nodded. "Okay, that's good." Good? That was great! Usually new Warriors answered that they had no idea, or that they'd fought with toy light sabers from some movie or other. Not exactly the best foundation. "Would you mind giving me a demonstration of your elemental powers?"
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Post by misa on Nov 29, 2007 18:00:11 GMT
Misa nodded and stepped back a few feet.
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. In a matter of seconds she had found 'The Root' of her powers as it had once been called and she felt the familiar comforting pulse in her amulet. In her minds eye she could see the pure silver line which connected her to the very centre of the planet.
Barely noticing, she rose into the air and slowly began to spin. She could feel the stone, the wood, the clay, all within the structure of the building itself and all begging her to free them from their current uniform positioning. But which to choose?
Beneath the deep foundations of the school, she could sense something more free, something rushing and twisting, something beyond her control. Water.
Her mind made up she began to revolve at higher speed. Turning faster and faster, the air around her crackling with energy, her amulet was vibrating against her heart. Then she stopped and dropped at break neck speed. She heard a gasp from somewhere that seemed miles away but was most likely metres, as she came within centimetres of the ground. Millimetres. Then she froze and touched the ground beneath her with a single fingertip.
The energy flowed from her instantly, through that single join between herself and the core. She felt herself shooting up into the air, this time with a support beneath her. She broke the connection and dared to open her eyes.
Misa allowed herself a small smile as she surveyed her work. She was standing upon a high pedestal surround by a circle of water supplied by dropping the foundations to below the level of the water with the correct pressure. Beyond that circle, the ground had risen into tiered steps, each two or three people wide, upon which the class and Madeleine now stood.
Now, judgement time. And not just from Madeleine. All the faces around the classroom were most definitely looking at her if they hadn't been already. Would they think her a show off, would they be impressed - intimidated? She put a hand to her amulet and felt its comforting warmth for reassurance. Finally, she looked at Madeleine expectantly.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Nov 29, 2007 19:53:33 GMT
Okay.... wow. Madeleine doubted that she'd seen much like that. She didn't know any elementalists, so the smooth, flawless combination of all the elements stunned her. It was beautiful, perfect. And could be lethal. A round of applause spontaneously broke out in the room from the impressed Warriors, and Madeleine joined in, smiling at Misa. But she was determined that she wouldn't show exactly how impressed she was. "That was great," she said honestly, smiling. That was an understatement. "Mind returning the room back to normal, though?" she added, with a laugh.
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Post by misa on Nov 30, 2007 17:30:06 GMT
Misa blushed fiercely as the room began to applaud, Madeleine included.
"That was great," She heard Madeleine say and she thought for a second she was going to faint with relief.
"Mind returning the room back to normal, though?" Misa's blush which had just been begining to fade returned full force and she nodded in response before doing as requested.
"Anything else?" She asked softly, hopping easily from the pedestal just a few feet before it connected with the ground again.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 1, 2007 11:19:26 GMT
Madeleine smiled at Misa. "No, that's great," she said, deciding from Misa's blush to tell her exactly what she thought. "I'm impressed - and I don't say that very often. Well done."
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Post by misa on Dec 1, 2007 11:42:14 GMT
"I'm impressed - and I don't say that very often. Well done." Misa ducked her head and murmured her heartfelt thanks, externally remaining calm if flushed.
Inside she was doing cartwheels. She had done well. Madeleine was impressed. The class had been impressed. Perhaps she could do this...perhaps.
The class's chatter began to grow behind her and she dared to take a look at them. Boys and girls of every shape and size were looking back at her. Each of them was unique, but all stood together, united in their differences. She could be one of them.
Turning back to Madeleine she saw a half-smile on the girl's face which seemed to say that she knew exactly what Misa had been thinking. She was getting that vibe alot from Madeleine. It seemed as though there was so much more to this girl than meet the eye and Misa didn't doubt for a second there was.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Dec 1, 2007 12:17:48 GMT
Madeleine didn't need to be telepathic to know what Misa was thinking. A blush was still on her cheeks, and she was looking down at the floor, but she was obviously very pleased. And the expression in her eyes when she had looked at the other Warriors... well, if Madeleine wasn't wrong, there was a sense of inclusion there. A sense of unity. Happiness. Maybe even a tinge of disbelief... But even though she could read this in her eyes, she was finding Misa herself very difficult to read. She was definitely more complex than perhaps a lot of Warriors were - and Madeleine wouldn't have expected her powers to be that strong. "Alright guys," she called to the Warriors, winking at Misa. "It's rude to stare!" Immediately they went back to work, and soon all you could hear were the sounds of metal clanging. "I'm sorry it took so long to meet you," she said apologetically.
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Post by misa on Dec 1, 2007 12:34:53 GMT
"Oh no, the fault is mine. I think my arrival was somewhat...inconvient and rather unconventional for that matter." She really was sorry for leaving the school with little choice but to take her and she planned to make up for springing herself upon them with as much effort as physically possible, along with a little extra.
As for the reason Madeleine had been unable to meet her upon arrival...she hadn't been prying, but she had heard some girls in dorm 18 talking about the Head of the Warriors condition after the battle and she hardly felt Madeleine ought to be apologising for her coma.
Heavens, if it hadn't been for Madeleine and the bravery of her warriors, Misa would never have had the occasion to escape and she could still be back there...An involuntery shiver ran up her spine which she tried to ignore, along with memories of her time there[/i]...
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