Post by Admin on Aug 14, 2020 21:26:00 GMT
The Strength To Go On (Hirosaka)(Unfinished)
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
The night passed slowly and any sleep that Adarian had gotten was fitful at best. Much to Adarian's chagrin, the night had passes almost exactly as he predicted. The barracks were packed with other hopeful recruits and he couldn't help what drove them to such a choice. Adarian assumed that the majority of them were the common murdering and thieving rabble that are widely known of and seen. The ones that want to take advantage of Daniel Marsden's power and take what they can get for themselves. Adarian's lips curled into a sneer at the thought. Granted, he wasn't the biggest fan of Marsden but the man deserved more than the token respect offered to him by the majority of those under his command. Naturally, there were those in his service whose loyalty was unquestioned and Adarian wondered if he could ever achieve that feat despite his treachery.
The thought of earning Daniel's trust brought another thought back to Adarian's mind. He sighed deeply as he laid in bed, thinking about what was to come, his training and subsequent assignment. The first rays of light coming through the window meant that dawn had arrived. Adarian slung his feet over the edge of his bed and stood up, quickly dressing for his first day of training and leaving the barracks before any of the other new recruits had begun to wake. Though Adarian would never admit it, he was simply too nervous to continue laying in bed. The door closed silently behind Adarian and the cool breeze coming of the water was pleasant. It was almost enough to give Adarian the false expectation that he would enjoy this day
With a deep breath, Adarian walked back towards the theater Marcus had taken him to the night before. He did not enter but simply stood out front. Truth be told, Adarian dared not enter lest he have to relive the prior evening and being told again that it was his task to kill Joseph Witchard. Adarian swore under his breath, cursing the building itself as if it had been responsible for the order handed down to him and not the person whose mouth it came from. Adarian shook his head and turn his back on the accursed building
"We are what we are until the day we die," he said under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Or until we don't have the strength to go on."
Hirosoka Sasaki
Hirosoka disapparated from his home after walking out the door and immediately apparated in the jungle not far from Adarian, not even stopping or slowing in his walk. It was a new day that he was all too familiar with: new recruits. Over the next few days, complaints would reach his ears of how hard the training was; how there was too much exercise involved, too much Muggle combat training, and not enough spell work. Such reproach always irritated him, though he didn't speak of it to anyone else. Hirosoka was a silent man that rarely spoke of anything bothering him. He was raised not to complain, and that was a quality that Daniel, as well as the other six, appreciated in him.
He stepped out of the jungle in no time at all, glad to be out of direct earshot of island wildlife noise, when he noticed someone standing in front of the orientation theater. He stopped immediately, watching the young man in silence. It was a moment before he realized that the back of the man's head was familiar, and then it came to him: that was the young man he had passed in the corridor the night before. The young man he wasn't so sure about; something about Adarian struck him as odd. His presence here didn't complement the atmosphere of other Sevens.
When he looked into Adarian's eyes the other night, he felt a familiar feeling. There had been no trace of greed or hatred in Adarian's eyes, traits he was so used to seeing in the eyes of his new students. But this boy acted differently, at least to him. He briefly wondered if Marcus had felt something special about Adarian too. Surely he did, as clever as he was? He certainly hadn't said so if he did, though. But Hirosoka was unsure of his own attitude towards the young man. Why did he feel the need to get acquainted with Adarian more than any other student of his? It was then that Hirosoka realized what was happening: their run-in the night before, their private lessons ordered by Daniel, none of this was happening by coincidence. Their meeting was fate: It had wanted their paths to cross. Hirosoka narrowed his eyes at the thought.
"What is your name?" Hirosoka called out in his usual low voice, making his presence known. He stared at Adarian intently.
A voice calling out shattered the silence of the morning so suddenly and that it caused Adarian's head to jerk up and turn in the direction of the noise. It caught him so off guard that his hand instinctively moved to the handle of his wand, like a viper waiting to strike. When Adarian saw the man that he'd seen in the hallway of the theater the night before he wasn't sure if he should relax or not. Slowly, Adarian removed his hand from his wand and allowed his body to release it's tension. His icy blue eyes took in everything about the man approaching him. There was a lot to be gained from watching how a person carried themselves. Adarian figured that there was a reason that this man was going to be giving him special instruction and that he was not to be trifled with.
"Adarian Ackland," he called back in his trademark soft Irish brogue as he walked forward to meet the man. "And you are?" He asked Hirosaka, once again taking the chance to observe the man. Without hesitation, Adarian held out his hand to the man. They were going to be working very close with each other over the next little while during Adarian's training and there was no point in being stand-offish with him. Besides, there was just something about Hirosaka that just did not add up in Adarian's mind. The previous night he'd seemed contemplative. Like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. This didn't seem like the feeling he would expect to get off of the Seven's "Enforcer."
"Please don't misinterpret me going for my wand," Adarian said quietly. "I'm not well liked with many of the people here. Then again, I'm sure you already know that." Adarian looked around and realized they were not in a suitable place for training and then returned his attention to his new mentor. "So, where do we begin?" Adarian asked, eager to begin his training. He knew what the ultimate goal was now and it scared him to death. Daniel intended for him to kill one of his closest friends. Adarian was sure that he could never defeat Joseph Witchard but he still needed to alert the Headmaster. As he awaited his orders an frightening thought occurred to Adarian. What if someone was sent with when it was time for him to kill Joseph. How would be able to get out of doing it then? Adarian tried his best not to let his internal conflict show and stood patiently before Hirosaka.
Hirosoka Sasaki
Hirosoka stood in silence and stared at Adarian's outstretched hand. It was a gesture of trust and friendship, and though he had nothing against Adarian at that moment, Hirosoka did not shake his hand, because he wasn't the type of man to welcome new people in with open arms. With one last look into Adarian's eyes, he walked past him without so much as a smile. "Come with me," he said. He led Adarian into the amphitheater where they had been the night before, only this time he took a side corridor instead of going to the orientation area. After a little more walking, Hirosoka stopped and faced the stone wall to his right. A very peculiar wall.
The stone wall had pictures drawn all over its surface. Illustrations of wizards and all types of magical creatures fighting each other, wands raised, gave the impression that the architecture of the building was done by wizards hundreds of years ago. Hirosoka began to run his hand along the stone, as if trying to feel something in particular. After a few seconds, his hand stopped on a stone brick that depicted two armies charging at each other, with the general of each side at the front lines with his wand raised. Hirosoka pushed the stone brick further into the wall, and without warning, a stone panel to the left of the brick slid open, revealing a secret spiral staircase that went down into the ground.
Once again, Hirosoka said nothing to Adarian, and instead proceeded down the staircase, careful to close the sliding panel with a wave of his wand after the boy was inside the passage. They traveled down the staircase for awhile until they reached the landing. Hirosoka stepped off of the staircase into a large, square room with torches lined all across the wall. The tan stone of the building and the drawings on the walls above them gave off an eerie feel of Ancient Egypt.
Hirosoka started walking around the room, lighting the torches. "Your father was Aaron Ackland, was he not?" said Hirosoka, finally breaking the silence between them.
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
The night passed slowly and any sleep that Adarian had gotten was fitful at best. Much to Adarian's chagrin, the night had passes almost exactly as he predicted. The barracks were packed with other hopeful recruits and he couldn't help what drove them to such a choice. Adarian assumed that the majority of them were the common murdering and thieving rabble that are widely known of and seen. The ones that want to take advantage of Daniel Marsden's power and take what they can get for themselves. Adarian's lips curled into a sneer at the thought. Granted, he wasn't the biggest fan of Marsden but the man deserved more than the token respect offered to him by the majority of those under his command. Naturally, there were those in his service whose loyalty was unquestioned and Adarian wondered if he could ever achieve that feat despite his treachery.
The thought of earning Daniel's trust brought another thought back to Adarian's mind. He sighed deeply as he laid in bed, thinking about what was to come, his training and subsequent assignment. The first rays of light coming through the window meant that dawn had arrived. Adarian slung his feet over the edge of his bed and stood up, quickly dressing for his first day of training and leaving the barracks before any of the other new recruits had begun to wake. Though Adarian would never admit it, he was simply too nervous to continue laying in bed. The door closed silently behind Adarian and the cool breeze coming of the water was pleasant. It was almost enough to give Adarian the false expectation that he would enjoy this day
With a deep breath, Adarian walked back towards the theater Marcus had taken him to the night before. He did not enter but simply stood out front. Truth be told, Adarian dared not enter lest he have to relive the prior evening and being told again that it was his task to kill Joseph Witchard. Adarian swore under his breath, cursing the building itself as if it had been responsible for the order handed down to him and not the person whose mouth it came from. Adarian shook his head and turn his back on the accursed building
"We are what we are until the day we die," he said under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Or until we don't have the strength to go on."
Hirosoka Sasaki
Hirosoka disapparated from his home after walking out the door and immediately apparated in the jungle not far from Adarian, not even stopping or slowing in his walk. It was a new day that he was all too familiar with: new recruits. Over the next few days, complaints would reach his ears of how hard the training was; how there was too much exercise involved, too much Muggle combat training, and not enough spell work. Such reproach always irritated him, though he didn't speak of it to anyone else. Hirosoka was a silent man that rarely spoke of anything bothering him. He was raised not to complain, and that was a quality that Daniel, as well as the other six, appreciated in him.
He stepped out of the jungle in no time at all, glad to be out of direct earshot of island wildlife noise, when he noticed someone standing in front of the orientation theater. He stopped immediately, watching the young man in silence. It was a moment before he realized that the back of the man's head was familiar, and then it came to him: that was the young man he had passed in the corridor the night before. The young man he wasn't so sure about; something about Adarian struck him as odd. His presence here didn't complement the atmosphere of other Sevens.
When he looked into Adarian's eyes the other night, he felt a familiar feeling. There had been no trace of greed or hatred in Adarian's eyes, traits he was so used to seeing in the eyes of his new students. But this boy acted differently, at least to him. He briefly wondered if Marcus had felt something special about Adarian too. Surely he did, as clever as he was? He certainly hadn't said so if he did, though. But Hirosoka was unsure of his own attitude towards the young man. Why did he feel the need to get acquainted with Adarian more than any other student of his? It was then that Hirosoka realized what was happening: their run-in the night before, their private lessons ordered by Daniel, none of this was happening by coincidence. Their meeting was fate: It had wanted their paths to cross. Hirosoka narrowed his eyes at the thought.
"What is your name?" Hirosoka called out in his usual low voice, making his presence known. He stared at Adarian intently.
A voice calling out shattered the silence of the morning so suddenly and that it caused Adarian's head to jerk up and turn in the direction of the noise. It caught him so off guard that his hand instinctively moved to the handle of his wand, like a viper waiting to strike. When Adarian saw the man that he'd seen in the hallway of the theater the night before he wasn't sure if he should relax or not. Slowly, Adarian removed his hand from his wand and allowed his body to release it's tension. His icy blue eyes took in everything about the man approaching him. There was a lot to be gained from watching how a person carried themselves. Adarian figured that there was a reason that this man was going to be giving him special instruction and that he was not to be trifled with.
"Adarian Ackland," he called back in his trademark soft Irish brogue as he walked forward to meet the man. "And you are?" He asked Hirosaka, once again taking the chance to observe the man. Without hesitation, Adarian held out his hand to the man. They were going to be working very close with each other over the next little while during Adarian's training and there was no point in being stand-offish with him. Besides, there was just something about Hirosaka that just did not add up in Adarian's mind. The previous night he'd seemed contemplative. Like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. This didn't seem like the feeling he would expect to get off of the Seven's "Enforcer."
"Please don't misinterpret me going for my wand," Adarian said quietly. "I'm not well liked with many of the people here. Then again, I'm sure you already know that." Adarian looked around and realized they were not in a suitable place for training and then returned his attention to his new mentor. "So, where do we begin?" Adarian asked, eager to begin his training. He knew what the ultimate goal was now and it scared him to death. Daniel intended for him to kill one of his closest friends. Adarian was sure that he could never defeat Joseph Witchard but he still needed to alert the Headmaster. As he awaited his orders an frightening thought occurred to Adarian. What if someone was sent with when it was time for him to kill Joseph. How would be able to get out of doing it then? Adarian tried his best not to let his internal conflict show and stood patiently before Hirosaka.
Hirosoka Sasaki
Hirosoka stood in silence and stared at Adarian's outstretched hand. It was a gesture of trust and friendship, and though he had nothing against Adarian at that moment, Hirosoka did not shake his hand, because he wasn't the type of man to welcome new people in with open arms. With one last look into Adarian's eyes, he walked past him without so much as a smile. "Come with me," he said. He led Adarian into the amphitheater where they had been the night before, only this time he took a side corridor instead of going to the orientation area. After a little more walking, Hirosoka stopped and faced the stone wall to his right. A very peculiar wall.
The stone wall had pictures drawn all over its surface. Illustrations of wizards and all types of magical creatures fighting each other, wands raised, gave the impression that the architecture of the building was done by wizards hundreds of years ago. Hirosoka began to run his hand along the stone, as if trying to feel something in particular. After a few seconds, his hand stopped on a stone brick that depicted two armies charging at each other, with the general of each side at the front lines with his wand raised. Hirosoka pushed the stone brick further into the wall, and without warning, a stone panel to the left of the brick slid open, revealing a secret spiral staircase that went down into the ground.
Once again, Hirosoka said nothing to Adarian, and instead proceeded down the staircase, careful to close the sliding panel with a wave of his wand after the boy was inside the passage. They traveled down the staircase for awhile until they reached the landing. Hirosoka stepped off of the staircase into a large, square room with torches lined all across the wall. The tan stone of the building and the drawings on the walls above them gave off an eerie feel of Ancient Egypt.
Hirosoka started walking around the room, lighting the torches. "Your father was Aaron Ackland, was he not?" said Hirosoka, finally breaking the silence between them.