presumed knowledge[pinkie&cho]
 

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the young man ran down the halls of the academy his shoes clacking against the stone floor and his ponytail waving behind like a warning flag 'i am late! oh so late, i am dead!' he picked up his pace and continued running the hall to his new teacher's quarters coming into view

Mizuki sat in his desk with a cup of tea on the table in front of him. Without even opening his eyes he reached out and grabbed the cup before him. Bringing the cup to his lips he gave a little sigh "3...2...1..." He didnt falter as the door opened with such force it slammed into the wall behind it.

he all but tumbled in panting heavily and clutching at his shirt 'sah..sah..sarry i..am..la..ate! his already flushed features darkend even more

Mizuki meerly look up. His light lavender eyes staring at the young male infront of him. "Yes...you are" He said softly "So please sit so we may start" He said in an equally soft tone.

he sat down in the pro-offered seat as quickly as he could while trying to catch his breath. he had heard light eyes were arresting but as he and his brother were the only ones he knew of with them it had not sunk in that they were so commanding, he briefly wondered if he could do that someday though those thoughts were brushed aside quickly 'i am sorry sir, i got..well..lost' he wisely refrained from mentioning where he had gotten lost from

Mizuki took a sip of his tea before placing the cup on the table "Then I suggest to you a map" He said the slightest tilt of his head. "So..." He bagan slightly "Today we will be learning simple harvesting' Mizuki said. Taking a ball from his desk he set it upon the left corner "Now" He said "Move it from that corner to the right one without touching it" He said "Its simple...weather you want to use dark, light or elemental one way or another your not leaving till that ball moves"

ludo sighed heavily 'sir, they did tell you right? i can't really be trusted with....well anything^^: can we please just use stored magic?' he stared imploringly at the other

Mizuki looked to him "I didnt know this was negotiable" He said to him. "But...since I feel in a good mood" He said "Go for it"

he breathed a sigh of relief. the school, as his old teacher would say, could stay standing one more day. he pulled his rusty old kodochi from his sleeve and ran his hand over the runes, the cold diluted magic lighted his hand momentarily and as he touched the runes down it the teacher's orb lit up. he then placed his hand parralel to it and moved his hand down the length of the desk, the ball rolling smoothly along in unison

Mizuki watched him "See...to easy" He said as the ball stopped at the right side corner "Now...try one of the mentioned before please" He said and when the boy didnt move he tilted his head "Come now like this" Mizuki said as he looked to the ball. A snap of his figures and a twist of the wrist his desk suddenly grew a slight wooden slop enough to move the ball from one end to the other then descend as if nothing had happened.

ludo squirmed a bit but did as he was told though he took a step back first 'watch yourself' he fluidly mimiced the teachers movements the desk once more taking a slope as the ball began to roll though a crack spread in the wood, at about halfway the board spintered and shredded, at the end of the roll the board broke completely and fell through the desk taking the ball with it. ludo looked away ashamedly dropping his hands but not soon enough as a small pop and tinkle sounded from the hole in the desk signaling the ball had shattered as well '...i, i am sorry'

Mizuki shook his head "No need to be sorry" He said "You are learning...learning means mistakes will happen" He said softly. With a caugh and blow into his hand he placed it upon the desk and watched as it went back to how it was prior ball and all ontop.

he looked up sharply 'no i'm not, i am not learning, nothing at all no matter what i do or how well i've practiced it always comes out the same, i'm broken, it doesn't work without the props!'

he was angry at this new person who presumed as they all did at first that he was unlearned, with his props he was as good as any teacher and better learned than most who taught, it was only when he tried to harness raw magic that things went horribly wrong. he did not understand what was so special about this man who could not even be bothered to read his papers before saying such a stupid thing, e wanted to go hide under a rock and never come out

Mizuki looked at him "You...You are here for the soul factor to LEARN how to harvest this raw energy...WITHOUT...your equipment" Mizuki said starting to get fustrated at the male infront of him "Weather you understand the makings of a simple incantation or not is not my issue it is yours. So before you come to me expecting to learn you need to take a step above and beyond" Mizuki said to him "I was like you once" He said to the young male "I didnt know even where to start with my magic" He said "Then I met a teacher and he tought me how to controle and now store it "He said indicating to the crystal around his neck. "So...when your ready to be a true magic weilder come back to my study to try again" Mizuki said "But until that time you are dismissed"

luka was stunned to say the least. he had never met such a short-tempered teacher in his life, even the library books weren't this rude. he opened his mouth to reply but thought better of it, instead he adopted a bored face and promptly left. like holy hell he was coming back tommorrow

"Oh and luka" He said using the males name for the first time "If you do not show tomorrow it will be an instant fail" He said not even looking up from his papers as the door began to close behind Luka of its own accord.

the next morning

he was pissed, so very pissed. they actually /made/ him come, his horticulture studies teacher kicked him out halfway through the lesson so he could be on time even though he expressly stated he had no intention on going. the damn librarian actually showed up for the first time in days disalowing him entry even though he had never required luka to have a pass before. the headmaster decided to walk and chat with luka in a direction that inevitably lead to the bastard's wing of the teachers' quarters and to ice this already bitter cake his brother had been so /happy/ to hear he was getting lessons for his.....issue, that luka did not have the heart to tell him he did not want to come back after the first try.

this may have accounted some for why luka was now stareing angrily at master mizuki's door and why he had been staring angrily at it for the last several minutes

Mizuki sat in his chair and looked at the at the time. "Well then" He said and swung his hand out infront of him as if he was opening the door. The funny thing is the door did open. "I think you have stared at the door for long enough" Mizuki said "Any longer and you will be late" He said in a somewhat cheery tone. Though it may have seemed more mocking to others. Mizuki was a one of a kind teacher. If you had potential he will nag and bug, he will make you do things you dont want to; because he can.

luka was shocked to hear the voice but more so when it was acompanied by the door hitting his face. he could have sworn the door opened the other way at least it had yesterday when he had gone through it but obviously he was mistaken. he did not have much more time before his nose started to bleed. in his horrorfied state of shock he failed to hear anything said by the other instead slamming the door back closed from his now bleeding face and covering his face

luka had smelled magic before but having it preformed in his nazel cavity was certainly a new one for him, the light ozone smell was strong enough to taste but at this degree he could also smell the personal mark of the user, in this case mizuki, normally one would have to cast spells over and over in a place before a signature was left or at the least cast something powerful enough to affect an entire town quarter. it was certainly interesting to learn and something he would add to his own speaking book when class was over though a tad uncomfortable especially since it was magic done on him by such a vexing man

'one more thing' his instructor said, taking off his now obviously ruined shirt' if luka was not distracted with the discovery he would have blushed. mizuki retried a bit of fabric and wetted it wiping down luka's bloodied face 'all done'

now luka did blush but not from the other male's undress but his own contribution too it, there were a couple streaks on mizuki's lower arms, his own blood, and on his hands too, it was shameful to have been such a bother and so messy too, he guessed from how much came out it was prolly on the floor too. he turned away his face an unhealthy combination of flush and pale

Mizuki watched luka and gave a little smile "Good to see you still have enough blood left to light up your face" He said in a joking tone. After that he walked over to a wardrobe he had in the corner and pulled out a new shirt. Walking over to a wash basin Muzuki washed his hands and arms before sitting back down in his chair. "Now that thats over there is something I wish to speak to you about" He said. "Its about your...power"

luka gave a little bark of a laugh at the line, though he had the sense to not look as the other changed, he may not like the guy but at seventeen anything with legs was game to his overactive imaginiation'

sitting down mizuki leaned forward and steepled his fingers 'now that thats over there is something I wish to speak to you about, its about your...power' luka remained turned away but clearly enough to make sure the other understood 'you prolly know already but i have no healing powers, no way to fix anything magicly and i cannot revive anything, i don't know why' he paused a moment then added 'and no, my brother is mundane' luka then hushed up and pretended he was anywhere other than on a desk in a bloody shirt being asked the only question noone had an answer to

Mizuki leaned back in his chair and placed his hands in his lap. "Well...doing some research there has been others just like you" He stated so simply. "They couldnt for the life of them learn elemental, healing, revival and simple fixation" Mizuki said. "They are all a 'special' class of individual" he said to Luka. "A rare blood trate that comes from the early days" At this Mizuki stood and walked over to a book shelf. Grabbing a thick leather bond book he opened it to a page with a red book mark then turned and walked back to pass it to Luka "They then where called simply 'Pure shadows'. Simply for the fact that they had pure powers but wore black" And on the page in the book was a male. Standing cloaked in a black hood so only the mouth was seen. Long sleeves covered both arms and draped down the hips to hover just above the ground. In his hand was a staff that arched like a crescent moon with a round marble connected by the two points.

luka pursed his lips 'they have this book, or one like it at least, at the talking library' he glanced at the book 'i've read it a dozen times and what they describe only fits me in what they cannot do, all of them had elven blood with eyes like yours and skin like the moon there is nothing fae about me as far back as my family has been recorded.' he almost seemed to laugh 'surely you dodn't propse some ficticious line of anceient mages and wizzards are the key to fixing my..issue or at the very least for diagnosing it'

Mizuki looked to Luka "I do actually" He said to him "See that man right there?" He said tapping the page with his fingure "That man is my great grandfather" Mizuki said in a some what proud manner. "But...there are some very rare cases of humans that posseces the same ability...actually, only one" Mizuki said walking over to his book case once more. Taking out another book he flipped the page then turned to place it ontop of the book Luka was already holding. "He was knowen as Alexander Griffor" Mizuki said looking to the picture.

There sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and hands in his lap was a young male. Long black hair, pale skin, and a stotic expression. Looking much like how Luka did gazing upon the picture before him. "Everything has a question...its your choice weather you believe the answer or not" Mizuki said to luka

luka scowled, he said nothing about the drawing of the man who looked like his great grandfather and instead placed both books to the side of the desk he was still sitting on and drew up his legs 'the question is prepoturous, how can one answer a question like that?'

Mizuki just looked to him "When one is ready" Was all inside before he motioned to the door "Now off you go until next time" He said to him.

luka slid quietly off of the desk and out the door, he swung through to his dormitory to change his shirt and scrub his face off properly before heading back to the book wing. he had much to research before the next day's light came up. he would find out exactly what his new teacher was and how he came across a book like that

Mizuki sat at his desk holding the jewel around his neck. "Its only a matter of time now" He said to himself. "And what a time it shall be" He said standing up and walking over to the window. Looking outside he gave a very uncharacteristic smile.

luka started where he always started when wanting to know the answer to a difficult question, in the history wing of the library, he begain near the center of the stacks bast the large empty and double spaced shelves of the current times lay and back to where the recordings ended around the birth of his mother. he wove back and through the shelves slowly working his way farther into the past. he hummed as he worked almost unconciously, the song of questioning just loud enough to find the subject he desired much louder and he'd get false leads from any book with so much as a reference in it. the memory of the story he was looking for came unbidden to the forefront of his mind

once, long ago when i was a young girl his great grandmother's voice washed over him loveingly, proud and vibrent my mother thought it wise to marry me off. i was young and did not understand, nay, refused to understand her reasons. all the same she rallied a fair number of the finest young men, all tall and beautiful, all educated and intelegent, but the foolish waif i was, i turned away them all, i could not bear the idea of staying home and taking up the stitches. no magic is learned at home but that of children luka chuckled, his granna always did hate props, it was her odd-duck way of being special in a family of stitchers so i thought of a way to be free, i declared to my mother i'd marry anyone who could best me in a contest this was where she always paused in the story. he loved this moment so, even after his brother grew older and would rather be outside luka's enthusiasm never waivered and each time she paused he dutifully asked her what sort and each time, with a twinkle in her eye she'd respond a contest of summoning. anyone who could outsing me could marry me.

peaople showed up from near and far, some for my hand some for boasting rights but most for specticle. men, women, old, young, strangers from other lands and fellows from the next town over, everyone came. every hunter who'd sing up a stag i'd sing a mating pair, for every scholar who'd sing up a book i'd sing out a series unbroken, for every lover's entrty i's sing a song of despair, noone had greater magic than i, my blood sang of power and my ego sang of freedom and i sang of anything i had to to stay free and he came to a town where a rosy maiden did sing 'aha!' luka thought as his musings were interupted 'here it is' his hum died as he pulled a quivering book from the shelf "tales of the hero alexander" tucking it into the waist sachel around his waist he kept looking, he was in the right section so he did not need a spell instead relying on the more mundane and much more fun task of thumbing through all the relevent and unspecified texts in front of him

(pt one done, breif interlude for a 'mizuki' pov followed by the resuming of this post)

Mizuki left his office late into the evening. Walking through the court yard with his eyes closed humming softly to himself. Soon he reached his on campus house and he walked inside. Kicking his shoes off he walked into the living quarters and fell back onto the couch with a sigh.

the second came straif=ght on the heels of the first "100 memerable men and women of year xxxx/xxx" the last however seemed to have been checked out, he was a little dissapointed, it was important that he had the reference, but it was doable all the same. he stuck the second book with the first his hip sachel close to half full from these two books alone, he was a bit unsure if he should grab a shoulder bag or just carry the next and by far most cumbersome book but figured it was carryable if he had to, no time could be wasted if he wanted to beat the setting sun home.

his next stop was a bit farther over into the annuals of births and deaths. as he passed by it a slim volume, not much more than a pamplet, whispered out to him, without even looking he whisked it away with him. he did not know anything about it other than he was around law and policies on animal husbantry and the incomplete beastiary of unusual and semi mythical animals. from the tiny size of it he assumed it was a lost book someone misplaced and needed to be taken back up front where the aprenteces could reorder it back into it's proper section. he placed it in a small pocket in his vest

'hmmm....' he passed the end of the section and cornered into the nearest right row the small neat hand of a long-dead librarian stated he was in the records of births and deaths. he slipped in quickly. the stacks were narrower here to accomadate the largeness of the tomes within. he begain to hum again, slower and louder the date of his great grandfather's birth, or as near to it as he knew to get in his mind. the book he wanted was near the top but that was ok, he didn't like the idea of lifting such a heavy book. he grabbed the one preseeding it too and sliding both gingerly down he hefted them both to his chest and headed back out of the stacks

(part two done too, smaller than the first but a good break)

Mizuki laid there for a moment before he gave a sigh and stood. Walking to the kitchen he made a cup of tea then headed towards the back room which housed his bed.Sipping his tea his mind wouldnt leave the events of the day. Letting them play over and over like a broken projector.

(you are having fun with this aren't you?)


luka dumped all of his books on his dorm bed, though he went home most nights he did stay in his assigned place when he wanted to study. he left again quickly to the talking library

Once Mizuki entered his room he closed the door behind him solftly. In pitch black he stood for a moment. Then reaching up with his hand he grabbed the chrystal around his neck and brought it up to his lips. Blowing softly he watched as the brightness of the chrystals inhanced until the intire room was lit buy a soft lavender tinted light.

"Well then..." Mizuki said to himself as he walked over to a large wooden desk. Placing his tea down on it his eyes were drawen to a book that open upon the desk. Sitting in the plush chair he drew the book closer towards him with a simple gesture of his hand. Softly without noise the book moved to the space infront of him. Looking down onto the book infront of him Mizuki brought his hand up and placed it ontop of the picute. His thumb rubbing the face of a young male made of ink upon the page.

The book was decent sized, covered in what appeared to be a slate grey and blue scale from a creature long forgotten. The pages where tattered and toren from the many years of use. "The day is comming when I will see your true face again" He said to the picture "I have missed you for many a long year....my love" He said in a sad tone.

((It is just kinda dead brain and writers block but here a better one))

(it works though, i learned something and the maybe one person reading this did too)

he hurried through the halls to the talking library, his assistant's key would only work until nightfall then it would be closed until morning, he did not have that sort of time so he hurried along.

when he got there he used his key to pop the lock to the room, it was small compared to the main library, no bigger than his home really, it only housed a few thousand books but even so it was filled with more precious information than ten of the main.

as usual the room broke out in chatter as soon as he put the key to the lock, voices uncountable, though painstakenly counted, all rose a din, each vying for his attention. 'ENOUGH' he shouted, loud enough to be heard over the noise, 'i was here just this morning calm down, i need an answer' the books all quietened to whispers and murmers 'better' he took a breath and began to sing his needs, talking books could only understand so much and what he needed would be too complicated and either set off too many false alarms or nothing at all, though some of the older ones liked to play tricks on the unexpirenced who had no choice but to ask in plain-speech, it was eaiser to sing an answer from them.

it took a few minutes to word it right but the summon proved successful, two books sang a positive responce and a third quivvered slightly. he pulled all three down and ran his fingers up the spine of each, one of them, the oldest felt like his granna's magic, course but strong, it showed on the book as well, simply bound but held together well it felt newer than the leather and wood holding it together told

he went over and sat down at the only table in the entire place. he may have worked in the library and have touched every book in the place at one point or another, several of them to read but some also to clean rebind or repaint runes into, but his position meant less here than his age, he was only allowed a single book for overnight use. looking into each book he found the info he wanted but the second book, unfourtuatly not his granna's had the most coherent and deepest understanding of the three, he picked up that one and replaced the other two, the books all babbled at him as he went to lock the room back up and he smiled. one day he would make his own library full of talking books and he's bind them all himself. with that thought in his head he rushed back to his dorm, noting he had spent too much time away and would only just make it back in time. dusk approached.

Mizuki stared at the pictire infront of him then with a little shove away from the desk he stood. Undressing Mi9zuki sang a song of foretelling "In the hills of ones mind lays a power so devine. A simple wish to see is all that one will need"...then his voice died off to a hum until he stopped what he was doing and stood there for a moment. Head bowed bangs covering his face "Soon....you will see" He said as the stone around his neck dimmed down slowly the ever crowding blackness crept back into the room. Slowly clawing its way towards Mizuki. Soon only his face was lit...then his mouth...which had the makings of a smirk. And then there was nothing.

on the other side of the acadamy as he was nearing his room luka shuddered, he felt sick with dread for no real reason at all. he tightened his arms around his book and kept going at a faster pase than before, he no longer felt safe in the halls

THE NEXT DAY!!!

Mizuki walked slowly to his study his mind deep in thought. Today will be an interesting day. He thought to himself as he reached his room. Opening the door he walked in and moved towards his desk as the door closed. Soon Luka will arive and the true tests would begin.