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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:57 pm
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Malek's hair drooped slightly into his eyes as he moved to set his cup into an area with natural light to dry. It wasn't that he didn't want to try and talk with his gramps, it just... he just didn't really know him all that well to be honest, and conversation was generally a pain. He shrugged in response to both his questions, not that it would clearly be interpreted as such. Really, what more could he do? It was a pain...
Moving to head out of the room, his eye caught sight of the shell that was set on the counter. Was that...? Walking closer, he picked it up to eye it more carefully. It was! A naiad's cup! But, why did gramps have such a thing unless he, too, had been sent on this Guardian's quest.
Had he?
Might explain why he was gone all the time. In order to complete it, one was meant to gather four things: the medallion of the faun, the shell of the naiad, a magical stick, and a sword. Malek had three of these (or, at least he hoped his stick was magical), but the fourth... well... where in the Guardian's name was he supposed to find something like that?
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 11:54 am
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As his tea steeped, he had nothing to do except stand and stare at the dark blue male. So he caught the slight eye widening. But if that was from shock of his harrowing tale or curiosity about Kurt, he wasn't completely sure. It was hard enough to communicate with mutes, but Malek seemed particularly apathetic with trying. Still, he wasn't going to pass the opportunity to look 'cool' in front of his grandkid. He might be old, but he could still do incredible things!
"Yeah, an angel. You see, most pae used to live all in one really large house called Headquarters. It had all the conveniences of living in the City, and more. Fancy things, like moving pictures in a box. It was easy to meet pae back then, and there was no war or strife. Ah, but you probably don't want or need to know of a place that won't ever exist again." He grabbed a stick and started to stir his tea a little. "I met Kurt there. He lives in the mountains now, tending to alpaca's. Fascinating animal as it turns out. It's probably why he knew where the sword was. Must have stumbled across the battlefield while tending to his...flock or I'm not sure of the terminology."
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