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Nov 30, 2005 10:37:41 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 10:37:41 GMT -5
He stood at the edge of the bay, his feet in the water. His pants were rolled up to his knees and he had his shirt off to the side. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the task at hand, he was just going to practice pretty much, but he swung his hand out and a large ten foot wave raised out of the bay, standing there, waiting for his next command. Silently, he willed it forward, backward, side to side and then forced all the water to rise out into the air and he turned, his palm flat and out, and he directed it at a tree, this huge spire of water hitting a tree and taking it down, splintering it into several pieces.
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Nov 30, 2005 10:48:35 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 10:48:35 GMT -5
He stood off to the side, observing him silently for awhile. There was no doubt his son had gain much power over these past years. Faster than he had thought it possible. He appeared a few feet from him, admiring the 'wave of destruction' as you will. He eyed the remnants of the tree, wondering how much further he could go, mostly out of his own curiosity than anything else.
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Nov 30, 2005 10:54:29 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 10:54:29 GMT -5
He sensed someone there, but he wasn't stopping and then water spilled from his hand, surrounding his entire body. He could breathe with no problem in the water, it wasn't difficult after he had gotten over the intial fear of taking a breath in it. Another body of water spiraled around him and then he wrapped it around his arm and then lashed out, hard at the ground, then at a rock, then at the rock again, this time breaking it, watching it crumble. He eyed a log further off, lashed out with the water whip and watched it wrap around, freezing it quickly, he tugged with speed and dragged it out into the air, the mix of water and ice allowing him to pull things with simple water.
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Nov 30, 2005 10:59:24 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 10:59:24 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, watching his son at work. He hadnt thought he had mastered his ability to make ice, but once again he was surprised at what he could do. It seemed Denelon, had been training himself constantly, since it was the only way to bring about such a thing. He watched the rock break, then what he did with the rope of water around the ice block. He smiled briefly, and just stood back. "Impressive."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:04:21 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 11:04:21 GMT -5
"I've had a lot of time to practice." he nodded and let the water splash to the ground and looked over at his father and then just walked back into the Bay, further, putting his hands into the water and freezing about ten feet around him, solid, and then he let it go, the water returning to normal."I've had nothing to do my whole life but practice."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:10:52 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 11:10:52 GMT -5
"I would imagine so." He kept watching, and crossed his arms, following him with his eyes. "Although, as much as you may wish to improve, even when you've to do other things you shouldnt deprive yourself of other aspects of life." He uncrossed his arm and put them into his pockets. "I may not be the ideal father, but I do share something in common with most the other fathers. I care for my children. I may not show it, but I do. Hence, why I have come here."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:13:18 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 11:13:18 GMT -5
"I didn't have any other aspects of life because of the missions and treks you told me to go on. I only ever had my own time to a life when you stopped speaking to me. I'll admit that I learned, but not once was I told I could have a break, that I could try doing some other things, it was a constant training with you screaming inside of my head. Show me you care. Don't say it."He eyed his father and just walked back out of the water, scratching a scar along his left forearm.
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Nov 30, 2005 11:18:50 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 11:18:50 GMT -5
"I never screamed, inside your head. I merely told you to do things that would benefit both you and I. They posses something that didnt belong to them, and if anything, if I couldnt have what was rightfully mine then I at least wanted you to have it. To have a part of your legacy. Something to share with your own children when you had them." He shook his head. "I am here, when I could have never come. I am stand before you with the only intention of wanting to know my son."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:21:55 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 11:21:55 GMT -5
"Tell me you're sorry then, I need to hear you say and mean you're sorry, for anything, something, you can't feel justified in the things you made me do all the time." he walked towards his father."My legacy, they could have killed me for that legacy you know, and I still don't have it."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:30:15 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 11:30:15 GMT -5
He looked at him. What he was asking for. It was difficult for him. He wasnt ever sorry for most things, and deep down he was for this, but the problem was verbalizing it. He had never had to say that to anyone. But if he did for the first time, not why to his son? He looked at him seriously. "And I would have killed them for taking your life." He battled within him, would he actually swallow his pride to say something he did feel but didnt want to say. His children, he loved them both, and he would do just about anything for them. He hesitated for a bit longer but then he came out with it. "I'm sorry, Denelon."
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Nov 30, 2005 11:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 11:32:04 GMT -5
"Thank you." he was face to face now with his father and remembered as he grew up, other children who had hugged their parents and he felt far too old for that, but still, he'd never actually experienced that before and found himself putting his arms around his father in a tight embrace.
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Nov 30, 2005 11:39:39 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 11:39:39 GMT -5
He watched his son, surprised at the initiative, but he reciprocated the action. He put his own arms around Denelon. This was the first time he'd done this. It was weird, but in some odd way it felt right. It had been so many many years since he'd seen him, and he was a baby back then, he was practically a man now.
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Nov 30, 2005 11:41:50 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 11:41:50 GMT -5
"What now?" He eyed him and just waited silently, kicking at the dirt in front of him with no interest in it at all."Why are you here now? Of all times? Are you going to kill them?" he looked at his father again.
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Nov 30, 2005 11:52:07 GMT -5
Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 30, 2005 11:52:07 GMT -5
"No, I've not come to kill them. I've come for two reasons. For both you and your sister. I wished to see you both." He eyed him. "I'm not too sure. We can attempt to catch up on lost time. Attempt to be a true family."
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Nov 30, 2005 14:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Denelon Tipamas on Nov 30, 2005 14:34:25 GMT -5
"Right, as much as you might want to do that, what else are you here for? You're not doing this for no reason, coming back, as good and glad as I am, and as much as I want to have with you, and, a sister now, since I'll take your word as truth. Why else? As your son, as your heir, I want to know what else you're here for. If you think you need to hide from them, let me tell them otherwise, tell them you're here for a family, but do not tell me a lie and make me lie. I rather choose to lie for you." He nodded. He wasn't stupid, he had just figured this out and he felt he had every right to be a bit suspicious.
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