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The Master Of The Castle; Personal Roleplay
Topic Started: Dec 6 2011, 05:35 PM (187 Views)
Shaoran
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Anomander Rake sighed lightly as he looked over and towards the one he new as Syaoran. The young lad had potential, he knew, but he went about it the wrong way. Rake sat in a furnished room, with two plush couches, adorned with dark colors, simple designs, and two pillows apiece. A desk sat at the back of the room, opposite the door. On the wall that the door opened up to, away from the door its self, lay a study chair. On the opposite end of the other wall lay hundreds of books on a shelf. Half the books were the myths, legends, and true history of the Tiste Andii, a people spread and divided for too long.

"Yes," Rake murmured as he stood up, "We were scattered for too long. I had hoped that Syaoran would have found another encampment of my people on this planet. The Cold family seems to have employed many different type of aliens. My people would have been no different." The Soultaken turned his massive frame to the window once more. He watched as Syaoran shadowed boxed and used his sword every once and a while. That cursed blade, the PaSa Sword. Rake though he had banished it to hell, but Syaoran must have found it. His sword hungered for the souls trapped within the PaSa Sword. But he could contain the weight of it's want. The broadsword would have it's quary at the end of this, anyway.

The Immortal Witch walked down the hallways as Rake entered on his way to speak with Syaoran in the courtyard. The Witch turned to him and smirked a bit as she said, "Oh, so your finally out of that room. I heard what happened to my experiment. That he was almost killed. Rake, why you saved him, nobe of us will ever know, but help him live a little longer, okay?" She then turned as she headed towards Syaoran as well.

The truth was, Yuuko took a liking to all those that she created, even if they rebelled against her. Mostly because she was a mad and hid it well, but mad none the less. She had convinced herself after hundreds of years that eventually they would all come to think of her as their mother. Syaoran had just went through a difficult time, but in her mind, he'd come around eventually. It came with time and patience. All she really had to worry about was the sword on rake's back and the blade that Syaoran had. The PaSa Sword stole the blood of those it slashed, after all. Or at least, that was the story.

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Rake looked over at those that had gathered in the courtyard as he entered. A few Tiste Andii had arrived to speak with the Black Dragon, while other had been simply drawn in by Syaoran. Their people did not usually use the martial arts of more mortal races, or so the Tiste Andii said. They used weapons, and various kinds, along with magic. Magic that resembled a more ancient chi than that of the current mortal races now alive. Rake understood it well, the welt of power that he felt every time that he used it. Raw power, no control of the burn of it's flames. The raw speed and heat of lightning as it seared and killed opponents under his foot. No, Anomander Rake did not think of such thoughts long. The black-skinned alien moved over to Syaoran's crowd and said, "He's an interesting one, I'll give him that."

One of the older Tiste Andii looked over at their Knight of High House Shadow (though the pantheon of gods that they had once worshiped were mostly dead) with golden eyes and replied with his ancient wisdom, "The young lad has spark, an energy. One that I saw in you, once, Anomander rake. But it seems you lost that spark once the mantle of leadership came to you. No, to be more accurate, you took it with your sword." The elder closed his eyes a moment and then reopened them, now a hazel brown, "Still, Lord Rake, you seem to get around to your business, even without that energy."

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At this point, Syaoran stopped and found a bench that sat near him. Drenched in sweat, as he had shadow boxed for a good two hours, the half blood sat down slowly. He made sure not to just sink, as his muscles would scrunch up and cramp after such use. He turned his chocolate eyes to Anomander Rake, whom had arrived on scene with others of his Tiste Andii kind. A few looked disappointed that he had stopped and started to drift away. As they left, he was handed a tower that he used to clean himself a little bit before he saw Rake approch him.

The Tiste Andii leader towered over the Half Saiyan as he said, "Syaoran, go get cleaned properly. These Tiste Andii are here to assist you in a special way." The Black Lord then turned to left his charge, someone that seemed like a lowly apprentice. Normally Syaoran would be furious, if it wasn't for the girl that came over. She had finally introduced herself as Laseen. He looked forward to another meeting with Laseen. As he stood, he noted the light ache, and decided that he would utilize another of Laseen's techniques, that of a back massage.

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Syaoran finally arrived at the castle as he panted lightly. The letter from Master Frost had diverted him from Anomander Rake's task, but he had gotten that wash. He flew into the castle, where his room was, and put on another copy of his current cloths. The cloak was the only thing that was clean, but the half blood put it on the bed to have it washed. He then used Rake's chi signature and flew through the castle until he reached the room. Rake and his guests turned once the door was knocked on, and he heard Rake say in a calm tone, "Enter, Syaoran. Your just in time."

Honestly surprised, the half blood walked in with a more serious step than before. Although rake was calm, he wasn't sure how the others were. What he saw when he entered, however, was a room full of Tiste Andii that had finished up a bit of tea. Syaoran had a seat in the very middle of the room, which Rake nodded him over to. The half Saiyan moved over to it calmly and sat in the chair without a slump or relaxation, as he had noticed none of the others were like that. This was going to be more serious than he would have liked.

Rake finally spoke in what had become an uncomfortable silence, "Syaoran, you know the task that I have set you unto your down goals to accomplish. You are to become stronger, as strong as you could possibly be, in fact." There was a pause as Rake seemed to search for the correct words, no matter how many times he went through this in his head. After a moment, the large Tiste Andii continued, "It may come as a surprise or not that you were selected for this for more reasons than one. One of the foremost being the drive that we've observed in you. No matter how long you stayed down, you never stopped to stay at your level. As with many in this universe, you've driven onward."

"It may or may not surprise, then, to learn that I must put you against the elder and councilors of the Tiste Andii, my most trusted board of men and women, to see if you really are the correct one." With that pause, Syaoran looked at the others around him. Indeed, some seemed young and others ancient. Wisdom, hope, and courage. But still, the sound, and the way that he spoke, did not seem to bode well for the half blood. He returned his attenition to Rake soon, who then continued, "As we move ever forward in progress, each will test you in their own way."

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