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  1. Who is this person!? I know nothing of him! I decry! He is my sworn enemy, we shall fight to the death! Treat him well
  2. *"I know enough to get into and out of a place quietly, but I'm not much good with locks. Why do you ask, exactly?" Bert's inner mischievous child grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, no matter, no matter, why don't we walk together?" he said, as he slyly set the course for the mess hall. "No, I was merely checking up on the old breaking and entering skills, you never know when it'll come in handy, eh? I pretty much ask everyone I see!" To prove his point, Bert asked a more... senior... child with a different persuasion in genders, who deemed it fit to slap him for it. "Myes, she's good" Bert muttered, rubbing his cheek. After a further wandering down the path, Sylos turned his head slightly ajar and uttered: "I'm sorry, but isn't this the way to the canteen?" Ah, bert thought, the boy catches on. "Oh, is it? I would never have known, I'm merely walking where.. Oh, where the wind takes me, yes? But, now that we're nearly there, I feel... I feel an urge. You see, as I might or might not have made clear, there is a hunger in me, for food you see, which needs to be replenished, and now that we're soon to happen upon a house of foodstuffs, I see no reason why we shouldn't, myes, get our slice of the proverbial cake!" Bert cleared his throat slightly. "I happen to know, completely by coincidence of course, of a window which is often left slightly open, so as to air the place out, if you follow my lead?"
  3. Bert's stomach rumbled. "Ah yes, my faithful companion here," Bert patted his tummy, "seems to have picked up your mention of certain edibles! Y'see, whilst I was lying here, analyzing and solving complex equations in my head, time just flew by and it turns out I missed lunch! Now, a man of my stature," Bert attempted to straighten his back, but his back wouldn't hear any of it. "my... stature... Needs nutrition aplenty to keep up this wonderful shape!" Pear shaped is a shape, isn't it? Bert silently pointed out. "But, seeing as we both are in need of food for some reason or another, I propose we find some." Bert thought for a moment. The canteen was closed. That would imply there were no people there. And he did seem to remember a certain window being left slightly open, as to air out the fumes of a hard day's cooking. At that moment he reached his conclusion. "Now, what do you know about breaking and entering?" OOC: Oh shit >.< I'M SORRY! His name popped up, as I was teamed up with him in the herb class : p BAH *smacks self*
  4. "Given your elegant grace and wondrous dexterity, I take it your nap ended not long ago?" What was this!? A trace of sarcasm, perhaps? Bert wasn't sure, but decided to stay on guard. "Oh, I warn't sleepin', if that's what you was implyin' there, I was merely... Oh, observin', as they say! Did you, for example, know that that child over there," Bert pointed at the most inconspicuous child in sight; "has, in fact, attempted to sway several of the female cadettes into his quarters, just this very hour!?" Sylos gave him a disbelieving look. "You needn't believe me, but heed my warning when I say he's not as good as he looks!" The child was now eating an apple. "Oh, just look at him, eating his apples. But we know, don't we, what he truly wants!? The fiend!" Bert gave the patsy child a nasty look, to which he replied with confusion and a hint of fear. "Look at him now, walking away! He knows I know, is what!" Pleased with his efforts, Bert redirected his energies towards Sylos. "So, old chap, if you don't mind me calling you such a thing, what busines brings you to this yard at this very hour? Dare I propose you walk with me?"
  5. Bert was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, looking at children and children to be alike. They all seemed so awfully busy, what with their hasty pacing and sullen expressions. It was as if everyone was going somewhere important and had forgotten to invite Bert. Well, let them have their stressful days filled with haste and worry, Bert'd lie here and contemplate the greater things in life, like when he'd get his next meal, for he was rather hungry. He felt like there was something he'd forgotten. Had he been assigned any tasks he might've forgotten? Quite possibly. Had he been given extra lessons to complete from instructors? It might be. Was he going to do them? Well, maybe. But not right now. He was lying so comofortably. "zzZzzZzzZWHA!" Bert jolted upright. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered what'd happened. Judging by the sun's position in the sky, he'd been out at least two hours. Mothersmilk in a-, he'd missed lunch! Cursing under his breath, he got up to start for the canteen, when he happened to walk into Sylos and stumbled to a clumsy fall. "Cheerio old chap!" OOC: Nyn said you needed to do an rp with another child, so here we go? If you don't want to, do drop me a hint and I shall consider this never to have happened ^^
  6. Bert beamed. He was right. He had actually been right. He had been complimented. For putting something on his head. A herb. On the head. Head. Herb. Correct! He felt somewhat giddy, and was hard pressed not to show it, at least before Essaul got sick on his boots. Patting his sudden teammate on the back, Bert lead himself and his partner in crime towards the mixing area. "Now," he started, jovially. "I hope you know more about these green things than I do, it would certainly be a plus, eh old chap?" Essaul gave him a tormented look. "Ah, I see... Well, if you don't want to talk," Essaul groaned, "I could always hold up some herbs for you to look at? Just... er.. Grunt once for yes and twice for no!" Bert looked at the table. Infont oh him were laid out 6 different herbs. They all had distinctly herb like qualities to them, in that they all looked like herbs. "Now," bert started, "let's start with this! A... Er... Sunburst Root?" Essaul looked at it. "Grunt Grunt". "I see... This one then?" Bert picked up an oddly shaped herb with a slight hint of blue to it. "Bluewort it is?" "Grunt Grunt" "Oh dear." After having gone through three more plants, a confirming "Grunt" finally made it through Essauls hardly pressed lips. "Ah, yes the... er Chain... No.. Red.. Andiroot? Andilay! Yes! Certainly!" As Bert started churning the herb into a mush, Essaul gave him a queer look.
  7. Bert looked carefully at his herb. He examined it carefully, examining in turn the leaves, the trunk, the shade of colour. After some time of due consideration, he concluded with that this was a plant. It clearly had a green hue to it, and it looked like it might grow from something. He might've seen it before. But then again, he might not have. Hmmm. Seeing as how the instructor had eaten hers, surely that was a sign that he was to eat his as well? Why else would she do something like that? She wouldn't trick him, would she? Bert eyed her suspiciously, and smelled his herb some more. It didn't really smell like anything, but he got a leaf stuck in his nose. After thoroughly cleaning out his nose, Bert was ready to taste. Opening his mouth, he slowly moved the herb towards it. And then Zoe spit herb on his shoe. "Oy!" He exclaimed, but then he noticed that she was looking rather angrily at someone who wasn't him, and decided it was best to keep it that way. And, in addition, he now knew that some of the herbs might be dangerous. So, he did what any responsible child of the light would do, and balanced the herb on the top of his head.
  8. Bert sighed. Herbs. He didn't sign up to learn about herbs. He'd signed up to get the ladies and kill the wicked creatures of shadow, but herbs!? Nay, they were far too green and mushy for Bert's not quite refined tastes. And the instructor for this class! She didn't seem awfully happy about this either, so it was bound to be a sordid affair. Mixing flowers and leafs into poisons, 'twas probably witchcraft anyhow. Stifling a yawn, Bert stepped out of the line to introduce himself; "Name's Bert, second squadman" he grumbled, before stepping back into the line. And then under his breath; "This'll be... interesting..."
  9. *“FEET IN YOUR STIRRUPS, BACKS STRAIGHT, REIGNS IN HAND!! I’LL TEACH YOU LOT TO RIDE AND THEN IT’LL BE TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE WALL FOR LYING!!!!” Bert instantaneously tried to react to every one of the commands, but got them mixed up somewhere along the road, ending up with straight stirrups and his feet in his hands. "Hmrm" he mumbled to himself. And he hadn't really lied, he'd just... Left out vital parts of the truth. Yeah. So he should definitely be excused from these twenty laps, in fact, it was only fair. If only the teacher would see it from that point of view. He grumbled some more and reluctantly urged his horse into a canter. Alright. Keep calm. Straight ba- Bert nearly fell off, but saved himself by throwing his arms randomly around the horse's neck. Okay, straight back is a bad idea. He noticed the teacher sending him a somewhat amused look. Damn teacher, thinking he's so good. Bert slowly tried to straighten up again, and, to his own personal amazement, managed to stay on. It was a major breakthrough, and Bert was pleased. Now to keep it up for 19 and three quarter laps more...
  10. Bert picked up a broom. He looked at it, somewhat sullenly. Him, Bert the incredibly great, clean a tavern floor!? This madness had gone on for far too long. Was this what he'd gotten up early for!? Ach! Once he saw that Darin again, he'd have a serious conversation with him! Bert turned his head and caught Darin's eye, his scar a menacingly eye catching mark of rank. Or maybe not. Brooming could be fun! Putting on a smile of sorts, Bert started brooming filth and dust and broken glass into a little heap. The work wasn't all that hard, but tedious all the same. Bert wasn't used to this kind of work. This was servant's work, not a chore for children of the light in the making! He silently turned his anger upon the dust, and swept with greater vigor than previously. And then someone was sick. On him. From the second story of the inn. Bert hated drunks. He thought he heard the giggle of maidens in the background.
  11. Bert scurried along. The other children tried to walk inconspicuously in the general vicinity of Darin, yet, to Bert's eyes, they all stood out clearly where they tried to mingle with the local folks. Of course, he knew most of them by name, so he wasn't exactly a fair judge. Tuc was walking a few feet away from Bert, and they exchanged glances and polite nods and random intervals. He supposed they didn't exactly blend in perfectly neither, but there'd be no helping that. Tilting his head in the general direction of Darin, Bert could see villagers averting their eyes form his face and clearing space for him to walk in. Bert figured the mix of his scars and the white cloak of the children would be a versatile mixture that would instill both fear and loathing in most people. Perhaps some respect too, with any luck. Personally, Bert had gotten quite accustomed to being shoved and bumped into in the relatively small time they'd been walking. People didn't seem to care much about a youngish lad who, from time to time, scratched his backside. Some girls cleaning out residue from an inn giggled at him, whether it was because of his dashing good looks (Ah yes) or his sudden burp, Bert didn't know. He figured that the less he knew, the better. Smiling back at them, he kept on walking, neatly avoiding all things that would embarrass him. All things except the horse. It wasn't the actual impact that hurt, it was the falling on his backside afterwards. Blushing, he got up and walked the rest of the way to the inn muttering.
  12. Bert was standing in the middle of a wide, open field, his chest bare to the elements and only a loincloth covering his muscular body. The sky was dark with clouds, and lightning crisscrossed the sullen scene, giving it a most dramatic effect. Ferocious winds were howling through the valley, and Berts long, luscious hair whipped with each gust of wind. In his right hand he held a golden burning sword, and in his left he cradled a strangely undressed Zoe, who at the moment appeared to be faining. Grinning, Bert raised his sword and ran towards the mighty dragon sitting a mere 30 feet away from Bert, looking as angry and ferocious as any dragon could look. Roaring, the dragon rose it's head and breathed a warning ball of fire into the sky. This didn't seem to bother Bert much, as he swiftly jumped across the barren land, sword raised high in anger and murder in his bloodcurdling scream. As he closed the distance, the dragon turned it's head towards him and with an ear-shattering scream shot a pillar of smoldering flame towards him. Dodging swiftly, Bert sidestepped the flame and let loose an onslaught of slashes and cuts, climaxing the whole affair by slicing his sword through the dragon's thick neck in a most blood-splattering fashion. As the dragon's head hit the ground, Bert awoke to find himself in his chambers at the fortress of light. He was most certainly late for the rendezvous. "Mothers milk in a-!" Bert hated running.
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