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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Jun 4, 2011 20:13:39 GMT -5
Reece. Yes, my name is Reece. I know what you're thinking: Why Reece? What could your parents have been thinking? She leans forward, engaging her questioner in conversation. Furthermore, I know you're thinking 'But Reece is a English name! You're Chinese!' She winks as the other winces. Don't worry, I'm not offended. The truth is, my family's lived in England for years. Generations. Just because I look Chinese doesn't mean I celebrate the new year. I don't even speak the language. She spreads her arms expressively. I'm English. Just as my ancestors before me... see here, your name is friggin' French. Are you French? No. I'm American. And do they call you 'French-American'? No. There. You see? And they don't call me Chinese-English, for the record. I'm just English. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. But we're off-topic. Yes, Reece. My parents were slightly eccentric. My mother wanted a boy. And by the time I happened around, she was so in love with the name she kept it. What about your father? Him? He was so enraptured with his little baby he was happy to call me by whatever name my mother desired. Besides, I like it.
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Post by Cain on Dec 12, 2011 0:24:28 GMT -5
“You know Reckony,” Nuriko said, blood running down her cheek as she considered the wall he was eager to get through, “You shouldn’t distract my mother while dueling; she loses her temper."
Reece had once been a renowned duelist. For one who was so cheerfully friendly, she had a particular way with offensive spells. And when the hitwizard lost her famed temper, that only became more apparent. Reece favored wind spells for their versatility, both offensively and defensively. She got up from the cobbled courtyard, gritting her teeth against the ringing in her head. Her gaze focused back on the metallic man, recovering from her blasting curse. Before he did, she raised her wand, waving it in small circles that increased in circumference as they rose over her head.
Wind was easy to manipulate, especially once coaxed to travel in circles. Small wisps circled, darting around each other until they merged and joined, forming a small vortex that grew rapidly, sucking in dust and debris from the battles. Stone chips flew through the air as the vortex tore at the stones beneath it. Reece cast another spell as she continued to manipulate the vortex, which was ten feet tall and eight wide at the top. The second spell protected her from flying dangers.
Satisfied with the tornado, she lowered her wand from its sweeping gestures and pointed it straight at the metallic man. She wasn’t going to play around any more.
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