OoC: Private RP betwixt Sem and myself.
BiC:
"Are you ready?" Asked a young man's voice with the British accent of someone originally from Scotland, thus the two mixed together. The remarkable thing was that the girl was standing alone, a light rain falling from the gray sky onto the vast green field. She was atop a large hill that gently sloped down into the green field, the wind whipped at her violet-red dress and black cloak, causing her clothing to flutter about.
The grass beneath her black, knee-high boots squished unpleasantly as she let out a deep sigh, "Not really," She confessed. She was frightened, it was written on her face; she was only sixteen after all, facing off against a witch of her caliber made her nervous. Even if it was only for the purpose of training, they would not hold anything back; neither of them. And Julia could only guess what her opponent had at her disposal. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." She said nervously.
"It's too late for that now, you'd better get prepared. Don't worry, you're ready for this." The voice said to her encouragingly, "At least you'd better be, I don't want to end up being outdated by some ancient witch." He muttered under his breath. Julia looked down at the book in her arms, "What? I was your teacher after all, you should be able to beat her. I am The Arcane Dictionary of All things Magic, after all. No sweat, we can take down the old woman easy!" Despite the fact that Adam was undoubtedly older than the witch in question, he had been around since the first days of magic after all, he still referred to her as being quite ancient. Probably because he was embodied in the persona of a young man, a young man who was incredibly wise and powerful. And sarcastic and full of himself. But he preferred looking at the positive things.
"Thanks, Adam. I hope that you're right," Julia sighed, moving several strands of her pale, blonde hair out of her face; it was almost soaked from the fine rain that was falling, though it was still partially dry in some places. Her heels sank into the mud as she walked down the slope to the field, the witch would be there anytime now. She blinked her emerald eyes against the water droplets that assaulted her vision, and breathed heavily.
"Just remember to speak clearly when invoking a spell." Adam reminded her after she had trouble conjuring a wall of earth and ended up instead with several sentient tulips.
"That was just the one time, and I had a cold!" She protested, threatening to throw Adam in a puddle of mud.
"Back to your old self again?" Adam said with a smile, but his voice shook slightly, knowing that the girl wouldn't hesitate to throw him in just for being sarcastic toward her. Instead she lowered him and smiled, before tucking the book beneath her arm and running a hand through her now thoroughly soaked hair.
"Who's idea was this anyway?" She asked sarcastically for a change.
"How can you get stronger without practice?" The book asked, slightly muffled from being tucked away, Julia was about to protest that a full on battle with a very powerful enchantress could hardly be considered practice before Adam shushed her. "She's nearly here." He said very seriously. Julia knew that there was no turning back now.
OoC: A little friendly sparring match because Julia and Adam deserve more love~ Don't let this one die, Sem.
BiC:
"Are you ready?" Asked a young man's voice with the British accent of someone originally from Scotland, thus the two mixed together. The remarkable thing was that the girl was standing alone, a light rain falling from the gray sky onto the vast green field. She was atop a large hill that gently sloped down into the green field, the wind whipped at her violet-red dress and black cloak, causing her clothing to flutter about.
The grass beneath her black, knee-high boots squished unpleasantly as she let out a deep sigh, "Not really," She confessed. She was frightened, it was written on her face; she was only sixteen after all, facing off against a witch of her caliber made her nervous. Even if it was only for the purpose of training, they would not hold anything back; neither of them. And Julia could only guess what her opponent had at her disposal. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." She said nervously.
"It's too late for that now, you'd better get prepared. Don't worry, you're ready for this." The voice said to her encouragingly, "At least you'd better be, I don't want to end up being outdated by some ancient witch." He muttered under his breath. Julia looked down at the book in her arms, "What? I was your teacher after all, you should be able to beat her. I am The Arcane Dictionary of All things Magic, after all. No sweat, we can take down the old woman easy!" Despite the fact that Adam was undoubtedly older than the witch in question, he had been around since the first days of magic after all, he still referred to her as being quite ancient. Probably because he was embodied in the persona of a young man, a young man who was incredibly wise and powerful. And sarcastic and full of himself. But he preferred looking at the positive things.
"Thanks, Adam. I hope that you're right," Julia sighed, moving several strands of her pale, blonde hair out of her face; it was almost soaked from the fine rain that was falling, though it was still partially dry in some places. Her heels sank into the mud as she walked down the slope to the field, the witch would be there anytime now. She blinked her emerald eyes against the water droplets that assaulted her vision, and breathed heavily.
"Just remember to speak clearly when invoking a spell." Adam reminded her after she had trouble conjuring a wall of earth and ended up instead with several sentient tulips.
"That was just the one time, and I had a cold!" She protested, threatening to throw Adam in a puddle of mud.
"Back to your old self again?" Adam said with a smile, but his voice shook slightly, knowing that the girl wouldn't hesitate to throw him in just for being sarcastic toward her. Instead she lowered him and smiled, before tucking the book beneath her arm and running a hand through her now thoroughly soaked hair.
"Who's idea was this anyway?" She asked sarcastically for a change.
"How can you get stronger without practice?" The book asked, slightly muffled from being tucked away, Julia was about to protest that a full on battle with a very powerful enchantress could hardly be considered practice before Adam shushed her. "She's nearly here." He said very seriously. Julia knew that there was no turning back now.
OoC: A little friendly sparring match because Julia and Adam deserve more love~ Don't let this one die, Sem.