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Scooter couldn't help himself. As soon as he saw the church, he knew he had to explore it. He poked his head into the doors, and scanned around. There wasn't anybody in there. He quickly strolled up to the front of the building. He wondered what Avaleurs religion was exactly. He liked to learn the stories between every town he went to. He knelt down in front of the statue of Almora.
"Hello, there! You are very well-constructed, I can see! You seem to have been a very beautiful person. I hear many good things about you. Maybe it's a pity we were never friends. Well, anyways, to be sitting here, praying to your statue is a great honor. Do you watch Avaleur closely? I hope you bless them all and keep them happy. The town really needs it. It must have been you whom brought me here. Was that your voice? Telling me they needed rain? Well, thanks either way. I'm very happy to have helped. Of course, the festival wasn't so successful, but it was a start, really. And now it will rain wonderfully here. So thank-you, Almora."
Scooter opened his eyes again, feeling more relieved to have gotten his prayers out.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2012 19:34:56 GMT -5 by Scooter
Scooter sighed. He wondered if he had over-reacted at the festival. He had left both men under rain clouds that could only be taken away by himself and he had told them they needed to apologize before he'd remove them. Neither had apologized yet, they must have been getting annoyed by the rain though. If only he had run into them, then he could take them away.
Dadramora calmly walked into the church he had seen the extremely annoying man walk into, minorly annoyed at having to keep a veil of fire above his head to turn the rain to steam. He hadn't gotten wet at all, immediately noticing the raincloud upon his departure at the festival. "Hey you. Mind taking this off of me?" He asked the man. "I know I'm not the nicest or most polite person, but when I see somebody worth my skill, I just have to find out who is better. I still don't know yet, sadly, but hopefully I'll get there one day. This is about as good as it's gonna get from me, because I ain't the nice, apologetic type. So sorry. Are we ok now?" Dadramora pointed up at the cloud.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter turned to face Dadramora. "Hello, Friend! Okay, well, It's not the most sincere apology ever, but you didn't really deserve this annoying punishment. After all, it was just a fight. I just wish fights would stay away from the farmers fields, that's all. Especially after all that hard work that went into making them possible!"
Scooter nodded his head and the rain cloud disappeared. "There you are! It's all gone now! You're welcome! We're all okay now!"
Dadramora nodded in thanks, then touched Scooter on the head, and a faint symbol appeared on is head. It appeared to be shaped like an S, but with a diagonal line through it. "This is my token of apology. If you are ever in need and I am able, touch this and say Viiv. It means help in my tounge, and I will come if I am able. Use it wisely, as I only help you like this twice." Dadramora took his finger off of Scooter's head, then nodded again.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter tilted his head up, trying to look at the mark. He then realized it was impossible so he smiled instead. "Gee, thanks mister! That's so kind of you! I promise I won't use it foolishly, since it would be a big waste! I'll only use it if I really, really need to. What a nice apology! Usually people just say 'sorry' but this is way better! Wow! How cool! I almost want to test it out.. but I don't want to waste it! That would be silly of me to waste it right away!"
Dadramora smiled at the happy go lucky person standing in front of him. "You may need it sooner than you think my friend. Tell me, what is your name again?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"You're such a quirky person..." Dadramora said, trailing off as he usually did. He took Scooter's hand, squeezing maybe a bit too hard for the smaller person. "Dadramora."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter winced a bit at the handshake. "My goodness, Dardramora. You have a very tight grip! That's a very good sign though! A firm handshake means you can be trusted! Isn't that great?" he exclaimed, still amazed by the mans grip.
"You should trust nobody but yourself. Everybody else is too different for you to judge accurately. Would you still trust me if I told you that I've killed over two-hundred people in cold blood? All in revenge?" He let go of Scooter's hand, waiting for a reply.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter thought for a second. He shrugged. "I guess so! You could tell me that you killed millions of people but that doesn't necessarily make it true. Of course, I'd take your word for it, but I wouldn't change my opinion of you!"
Scooter shook his head. "No, not at all! But I wish he would. I feel bad and want to revoke his punishment! I'm very glad that you have shown up, but I wish I could run into him too!"
Dadramora nodded. "I don't know if he would or not. Tell me, what are you in Avaleur for?" (Waiting for Ryn is the name of the thread if you want to make an appearance.)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Hm? Why am I in Avaleur?" Scooter asked. "Because it is such a dry place, it was dying off. So I came here to help by offering my rain! They really, really needed it. I'm glad to be of help! Why're you here?"
"Revenge was my first motive. But now, even though there are some here who deserve death or at least should experience it first hand, I'm here to try and prevent Avaleur from being wiped from existence. I just want help, which is my main motive for fighting so many people like at the festival. I want able bodied warriors to assist in the slaying of a god." He said. A look of disgust came across his face, followed by a surge of angry magic as the dragon in his blood boiled from memories.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?