The Wizard's Apprentice (RP Thread)

The Wizard's Apprentice

Table of Contents

Ch1: Lessons of Love and Life - 1
Ch2:
Ch3:
Ch4:
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Chapter One: Lessons of Love and Life

As the sun rose in the blue morning sky and sent its light over New York City, the dark rooms in Vorudor Manor were slightly illuminated through cracks in the drapes. Within the largest room at the end of the second floor hall, a figure lay under a thick blanket, comfortable and content in his sleep. He was Vaan Vorudor, master of his Manor in the absence of his father, who was in South America aiding in the preservation of dragons.

Vaan rolled over in his slumber, revealing his dark hair, his lips curved into a slight smile, hinting at a pleasurable dream. He moaned slightly, on the edge of awakening, but then drifted back off into his dream world. The thin strip of light from the crack in the drapes became brighter, and when the clock on his bedside table reached seven o'clock, a small bell floated up from the table and began dinging above his head.

After the bell sounded three times, Vaan was still lost in slumber, and so the bell became louder. Still, nothing. The bell laid to rest on the table, and then quite suddenly, the drapes all flew open, the mattress sucked him down into itself like quicksand, and then spit him out, sending him flying through the room and landing hard on the polished wood floor.

He yelped as he flew, and then groaned as he stood to his feet, rubbing his head. "Ugh! I have got to find a better way to get myself up in the mornings..." He had always been a sound sleeper, and as such, had to resort to extremeties to bring him out of his deep slumbers.

Stripping off his t-shirt and pajama pants, Vaan made his way across his room to his private bathroom. The area was huge, with a king size bed, bookcases, a large walk in closet with built in dressers, several plush chairs, a desk, and an entertainment center with various electronic luxuries, such as a big flatscreen, DVD player, video games, etc. The bathroom was fairly big as well, with a shower stall and a large oval tub.

He stopped to look in the mirror, and saw he had a bit of stubble. With a wave of his hand, the tiny pieces of hair popped off and floated to the trash. Essentially, he had just done the equevilent of waxing his face, and the stubble would not come back for several weeks. Satisfied, he stepped into the shower and turned on the showerhead to the perfect temperature without actually touching it. Three scrub brushes that were hanging on the wall came to life, floating into the shower. Bottles of body wash and shampoo floated over as well, squirting some of their contents onto Vaan. The brushes began scrubbing his body, while he lathered the shampoo through his hair.

After rinsing off, the bottles and brushes returned to their inanimate states, and Vaan's robe floated over to wrap around him. He grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and then returned to his bedroom, into his closet. After picking out a pair of loose fitting black jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt, the robe floated back to the hook on the bathroom door, and the towel went down the laundry chute to the basement. His glasses then floated onto his face.

After brushing his teeth and heading downstairs, he set to work making breakfast. Although using magic for most of it, he did do some of the preparation by hand. Before long the dining room table had plates for everyone and platters of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, toast, and biscuits. There were jugs of orange juice and milk, and it was all enchanted to stay hot and fresh, or in the case of the milk and juice, cold.

The smell of the food and fresh brewed coffee floated throughout the house, partially guided by Vaan's magic. He was a very powerful wizard, but even the subtlest use of magic wasn't beyond him. In his eyes, he felt it was perfectly logical to use his craft as often as possible. Why should he try and live like a normal person? He wasn't normal. He was a wizard, and wizards lived magical lives.

He had first called upon his power when he was only eight years old, which is extremely rare -- wizards almost always first start developing their abilities at age ten or beyond. Had he not been in the situation that sparked his power, he might have developed a little later -- the particular instance in which he first called upon his magic was during a camping trip with his family. His little brother, Calvin, had wondered away from the campsite, into the dark forest. The kid had always been very curious, and seemingly had no fear.

In that particular instance, Calvin found the events that unfolded extremely thrilling, whereas Vaan had nearly wet himself. After chasing after his younger brother amidst the sea of flowing dark trees, he came upon a truly terrifying sight -- Calvin was up in a tree, laughing at the very angry werewolf trying to reach him. Finally, the beast climbed up enough to clamp down his teeth on the boy's leg, ripping him out of the tree and then sending him flying with a violent upward thrust to the chest with his claw. The wolf then turned to face Vaan, who screamed as the beast charged. The boy extended his hands to block his face from the beast, and suddenly he heard a yelp and then the sound of ripping flesh, followed by silence. He opened his eyes and saw that the werewolf was no more -- Vaan's strong will to live had caused his magic to manifest early, and ripped the beast apart in mid-charge.

His parents heard the screams and came running. They all looked on in horror at the site of Calvin laying on the ground, unconscious. There was a vicious bite wound on his calf and several large slashes on his chest, going from his left hip to his right shoulder. They rushed the boy out of the woods and to the nearest hospital, where a magimedic (term for people educated in magical medicine) worked on him all night.

They had managed to heal all but one of the scars on his chest, as that one was too deep to not leave a scar. There was a light scar from the bite mark, and they partially healed the werewolf curse, but nonetheless, the magimedic had informed them that he would indeed transform. Unlike the old stories of werewolves changing at the full moon, in reality, they changed as a direct result of strong emotions. The legend was the result of a certain werewolf that had gotten so excited to see a full moon for the first time after being locked away in a dungeon most of his life that he transformed and howled in joy.

The magimedic had managed to seal a portion of the curse, meaning Calvin would have more control over himself when he did transform, but there was always a risk he would break through the seal if his emotional state deterierated severely. In truth, Calvin grew to love his transformation, and after graduating from Dragonstar, set out to travel the world, looking for thrill and adventure, and maybe other werewolves that were not complete monsters. He was also quite excited about the fact that after he transformed for the first time, his dark hair turned pale white. He felt it gave him an exotic look.

Bringing himself back to the present, Vaan sat back and waited for everyone to come down to breakfast.

Felicia usually slept at the end of Vaan's bed, meandering around the blankets and the edge of his pillows throughout the night as she felt the need... But unlike the Master of the House, she tended to actually pay attention to his alarm's warning. She had lingered far too long a number of times in her kitten years, unhappily joining him in the after effects of staying in the sheets after hitting the wizardly equivalent to Snooze.

She didn't like it one bit.

Instead, she tried to even beat that first bell, stretching and yawning in her fuzzy little form a few minutes prior to seven. Peeking back at the still snoring magician, she wriggled her tail, pouncing off the bed and going to instead settle on one of the chairs opposite his bed. Getting up early could sometimes have its advantages. For one thing, the shop owners were a bit more giving to meandering magic creatures... especially if they knew how to pull off the sweet eyes.

Feli was the queen of that look.

She sighed softly as Vaan's usual waking method came to pass, pausing in her morning bathing to glance at him with half-opened eyes. "I could think of a few other methods," she teased, hopping off the chair as he made his way to the bathroom, sticking out her tongue as she heard the water. Blehh. She hated the shower. Time for that morning walk...


She wasn't gone very long.
Her intentions of the market were cut abruptly short, having made it out the door and starting on her destination- Only to hear that giggle.
Not again.

Felicia bolted across the grass, trying to go as fast as she could, yowling out as she dropped suddenly into a little pool. That kid had learned a new spell?! Dragging herself out of it, she sputtered and coughed, her little yellow eyes widening as she came face-to-whiskers with her tormentor.

"FLUFFY!" The girl squealed, snatching Felicia up, despite her protests, giving the soaked cat a choking hug. "I found you! Did you like the bath, Fluffy? Mommy says I can't have a dirty kitty. So I cleaned you up!"

Feli struggled and pulled, howling again as the girl wrapped a bright pink bow about her tail. No, no, NO! Finally gaining her freedom as the girl moved her arm, she immediately barrelled back home, bolting through the door and finding Vaan at the table. She hopped up into the chair next to him, still upset over being both wet and bowed. "I hate that brat...," she hissed, changing to her catgirl form and yanking the bow from her tail, yelping as it stripped a few stray pieces of fur with it. "Can't you do something about her, Master Vaan? Go- zap her or something?" She pouted toward him, her nude form still dripping wet. "Ooh! Bacon!," she exclaimed, snatching up a piece in her already distracted state.

"Hahaha!" Vaan laughed at Felicia's predicament, finding it rather hilarious. "Her mother would kill me if I zapped her. Though Odi might peck her eyes out for you. He'd probably even enjoy it -- he hasn't been able to kill a human in decades!"

His eyes were drawn to her nude body as she chewed the bacon and tried to dry off. He couldn't help but smile. "You know, maybe you should just let her take you home for a while, and then show her what a baaaad kitty you can be. Rip up her mother's furniture or something, hehe. I suppose I could turn her into a cat and then you could torment her in your current form, haha."

At the other end of the hall in a medium sized bedroom, a lone figure rolled around in the blankets when the rays of sun light seeped through the blinds and fell up on him. The man responded to the rays of sun light by pulling his blankets further up cover in his head. He intended to sleep a little longer if possible. However, alas, it would not happen, He was Kris Kyoji, a friend to Vaan Vorudor; he works in Vaans store as a way to return the debt he owed him.

Once the alarm clock on the end table reached seven o clock its bells started to go off, with each passing second that the man laid there it got louder and louder. Kris soon responded to it by taking a hold of it in his hands, he soon slammed it inside the end tables drawer hoping that it would silence it. His body hurt like hell from last night. To top it off the alarm clock started to give him a major headache.

Moving at a snails pace, he crawled out of bed; with one large yawn and a good stretch he walked to the window and threw open the drapes. Light soon filled the room reveling all that was in the room; even though it was small, it still held many things. There was a lawyer’s bookcase, inside were many different books on many different subjects, a medium sized closet with a dresser next to it. On the other end of the bedroom were two desks, one held a TV the other a laptop computer with various small CD‘s scattered all over the table.

With a little more of a jump in his step he walked into the bathroom in his room. It was nice having his own bathroom and not having to fight with someone in using one. Kris slowly ran a hand through his black hair and stared at himself in the mirror. His gazed fixed on his right eye, once a light green color. Now it had a tint of gray to it, stripping off his gray pajamas he stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The warm water flowed from out of the showerhead and onto him; it felt good, which it also woke him up more. With a towel wrapped around him, Kris exited the bathroom, walked to the dresser and the closet, and pulled out clean clothes.

Kris lost the towel he wore around him and changed into black slacks, a white dress shirt and black tie, over that he wore a black suit. He soon noticed a pleasant smell in the air and knew that Vaan had finished fixing breakfast. The smell was intoxicating; Kris knew that if the others weren’t awake now they soon would with the wonderful smell of a home cooked meal.

“Good morning Vaan, Felicia” Kris replied as he placed dark sunglasses on to cover his eye. It was not strange for him to wear them inside or even at night. However, they look different the lenses appeared to be darker than usual. He was to work in the shop and at the same time go over a case the police had given him.


“If you can just change into a larger version of yourself and scare the poor kid, or get a restraining order against her,” Kris replied as he gave a yawn. Kris gave a slight laugh when he heard her yell bacon and was soon eating a piece of it.



Seeing Felicia like that was nothing new, after seeing her like that after a period of time one could get used to it. Nevertheless, if it was a new person then they may feel uncomfortable seeing her like this. “Or if you can find another cat that looks like you and pull the old switch a roo .” Kris replied as he poured himself some coffee and OJ, took a piece of bacon from his plate, and held it in his fingers.

" And once you turn her back it would be your word aginst hers" Kris replied with a short laugh when he heard Vaan may change the little girl into a cat.

In the shadows of a room deeper in the mansion, Odi lifted his wing and looked groggily around. Slowly he unfurled his wings and leapt into the air, flapping them occasionally as he flew towards the room, where he could hear the others congregating. Sighing he entered and swooped at the table, grabbing a piece of bacon, before landing on the back of a chair.

He made to eat it but stopped as he saw Felicia's state, and kicked the food away from him.

'Seriously, is it impossible for you to wear clothes?'

Felicia's ears fell back a bit as she sourly glanced between the two new arrivals, stuffing the remaining bacon piece into her lips. "Lishen! Aw'll dresh when I wanna! An'-" She paused, swallowing it down before waggling a finger at the owl. "-And I'll be the one who decides that! It doesn't bother Master Vaan at all." She glanced back at him, her tail curling curiously. "....Does it, Master?"

As she asked, she gave him the sweetest look she could muster; the same one that had been intended for the shop owners earlier that morning. Well, if it couldn't get her free stuff outside, the least it could do was get her confirmation on doing as she pleased inside.

"I think Featherduster over there is just mad that he can't change shape." She glared back at him, sticking out her tongue. "Even if you could, I doubt you'd look as good as me!" She laughed with that, stealing up another piece of bacon and settling back in her chair, quite proud of herself.

The solar cycle didn't have much to do with the sleep schedule of Jermaine Sharpe. Unlike many . . .well some of the people in the city that never slept he'd been awake for a few hours when the sun informed him that soon he'd be able to actually accomplish things.

When it first started he was watching television, some cartoon he'd never admit to watching with girls transforming. He'd certainly flay any man alive for so much as hinting that he was a fan of the Sailor Stars. The real reason he was actually awake was however was resting on a low desk.

The construct a black and red gauntlet. If it worked properly it would be capable of energy blasts of any of the main elements. So far. . .so far Jermaine wasn't about to hand this over for field tests in the near future. "Guess it's time to go get some more equipment, and perhaps an outside opinion."

Just because he'd been awake for hours, and even working for several of them didn't actually mean he wanted to rise from the couch. It took a moment for the topless mage to work his way to the shower. When he did he lingered unter the hot water. Six individual heads moving around him specially attuned to work out any kinks on his slim toned form.

Jermaine was intentionally dragging his feet to get dressed and out of his apartment in Avalon. He saw others flying about on broom sticks and it wasn't clear if the look in his eyes was contempt or jealousy. He'd never quite mastered the balance or skill for that. Instead he had a pair of metalic wings wider than he was tall connected a vest.

He didn't leap from the building, Jermaine simply leaned forward until he fell. He enjoyed the way free fall felt, not to mention the way those eyes felt wondering if this was the time he'd wait too long to pull up. He actually pulled up with plenty to spare towards the vaunted Pentacle Square.

Cassandra had already been awake for an hour or two before the Sun rose up into the morning sky, and thankfully the city that never sleeps provided her with something to do while everyone else woke up. The young girl had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and although she was still an orphan she finally had a roof over her head when she was allowed to move into the Vorudor Manor.

Reaching into her left pants pocket, Cassie pulled out a faded old wallet and discovered that she still had a few dollars left to spend on herself.

She was just about to head off for one of the low-keep coffee shops when she felt a drop of rain fall on top of her head. A few more drops landed on her exposed shoulders and arms, and looking up towards the sky she watches as the clouds grow darker and darker.

Frowning, Cassandra is forced to turn back around and head home, the rain starting to fall faster and faster. Her lightly tanned skin glistens as beads of water cling to her body, and her clothes are damned near soaked by the time she rushed into the manor, her light brown hair matted against her face.

"I thought today was supposed to be sunny," Cassie complained as she entered the dining room where a lavish breakfast has already been prepared by her teacher. Her stomach growled in anticipation of a hot meal, but first she needed to change out of her wet clothes.

Felicia, not surprisingly, was already lounging around naked and was apparently quite wet, though probably not from the rain.

Taking another look at the breakfast laid out on the table in platters, Cassandra picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. Finding it not to her liking, Cassie used a bit of magic to... make it far more crispier.

Burnt, even.

She bit into the toast again and smiled in satisfaction.

"Good morning, Kris," Vaan said to his friend as he came down to breakfast. He laughed as Odi flew in and commented on Feli's nakedness, and her corresponding look of absolute cuteness. "Aww, of course I don't mind," he said as he patted her on the head, "as long as you wear clothing outside the Manor when in catgirl form, you can parade around naked inside as much as you want. You know, that goes for you as well, Cassie," he added with a grin as he saw his apprentice enter the kitchen.

"What happened?" he asked, motioning to her wetness (hehe, get it?). He listened for a second, and then nodded. "Ah, I hear it now. It's raining. I could have sworn I taught you the Water Shield spell, but maybe not."

Vaan stood and walked into the middle of the kitchen, away from the table, poured a glass of water, and turned to face Cassie. He extended one hand out, and chanted the words for the spell. As the incantation left his lips, there was a light glow of magic around him. The glass of water then floated above him and poured itself over his head. As if an invisible barrier was around him, the water cascaded down to the floor, leaving him completely dry. With a few more words of magic, the water returned to the cup and then the cup floated to the sink where it dumped itself out and was still.

"Use the flow of Mana to shape the shield as you need it. You can't physically see it, but you can sense it through your Mana connection to it. Now, you try, but instead of taking water from a cup, focus on taking it from your clothing. You'll get experience in the spell and dry yourself at the same time."

Leaning back in the chair, he rocked in it back and forth, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching the dinning hall. Leaning further back, he soon saw Cassandra making her way to the dinning room. By the way she moved, he figured that she must be hungry

As she came closer he saw that she was soaking wet with water, from that he figured that a storm was brewing outside. He had heard thunder all around the manor. It was going to be one those days, He hope that it was not going to be to busy today, with the rain coming down they may not have that many customers.

He heard Cassandra say that she thought today was supposed to be sunny, she was right he watched it on the news. The weatherman said it would be sunny with a high of 90 with a cool breeze. However, the weather took a change and became dark and gloomy day.

“So how are you adjusting to this new life style?” Kris asked her as he finished his sandwich

He had heard that Vaans got an apprentice but never truly had a chance to talk to her. Like him, he signed a contract saying that he would take in an apprentice if the need should arrive. No one has asked him to do so; maybe it was with what his mentor did. It may still have to do with that they still didn’t trust him, from what he could gather they wanted to imprison him and question him. However, Vaan was able to convince them not to.

In actuality, he didn’t know if he could handle taking on an apprentice, His schedule was usually full with him working in this job or the other one. He also thought his own skills were not that great, he was skilled but he thought his own skills were never near Vaans or others abilities.

The sudden clouds overhead wiped not only the sun from the sky but also the disposition from Sharpe's features. It was of course possible, even probable that he'd be able to channel a bolt of lightning and find a safe target rather than getting himself fried but that wasn't a chance he was willing to take.

Jermaine came to an easy landing a light motion wrapping his wings around his body. They weren't thick enough to to deflect bullets but they'd probably stop a knife if need be and walking through New York, Queens if he wasn't mistaken, that was of some comfort.

"I wonder who's fucking around." Jermaine grumbled. When the weather was as radically off as it was today, going from a hot ninety something to rain it generally meant that somebody was screwing with the weather. Not necessarily intentionally either which was all the more reason for him not to be in the skies.

It was still early though there was more than enough time to stop by Hallowed Grounds, his favorite coffee shop and pick up. . .well he could pronounce the silly French and Italian names they gave everything but it was white chocolate and would keep him warm. He wasn't far from Vorudor Manor, he could see the massive structure already. That was all the more reason to wait here, he be able to spot the wizard IF he chose to open the store today and if not there were worse places to spend a day than a coffee shop frequented by the college students.

"See? Told you, Grumpy-feathers." Felicia stuck her tongue out at Odi, quickly smiling to Cassie as she came to settle in her chair. "There you are! Goooood morniiiing!" Just as quickly as it came, the smile faded as Vaan showed the spell's effectiveness, her lip curling at the water on the floor. Oh, he had so better be cleaning that up.

Well. Good then.

"Oh, sure. Master gets to stay dry today. I get dunked in some lunatic girl's mudbath, and Cassie gets drenched in a freak storm..." She sighed, licking her fingers from the bacon, then reverted back to cat form, tracing under the table to weave between Cassie's legs. "If you learn it, can you teach me? My crystal didn't help at all earlier."

Meandering to the doorway, she stopped at the arch, looking back to the owl. "Hey. Mousebreath. You gonna come help me today? I'm getting a bit bigger. Made it to Ocelot yesterday. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong..."

Had anyone been paying any small amount of attention they might have noticed the small dragon moving along the street even despite the rain. The dragon stopped in her movements and looked around trying to see if anyone was watching her. She was sensing a lot of magical energy in the area and while she knew it wasn't that of her previous owner she was nervous about it. But curiosity always seemed to get the better of her hence why she was in town and trying to get a good look around.

Unfortunately the small dragon was incredibly hungry.

It was a pretty gloomy stormy day and the people that were about were concentrating on getting out of the rain and not looking down at their feet. Without really thinking as to whether or not this was a good idea, Wolfwood slipped in through the swinging doors of a coffee shop. She was not one for coffee but she was one for cheese danishes. Under a table she slipped, it was unoccupied for the time being.

The table clothe rested on her small angular head as she peeked out from under the table. How was she supposed to be getting a danish like this? She didn't have any money so the human form was pretty much out of the question anyway... Her half form was... well she didn't know how humans would react to that.

And in this form she was just a tiny dragon.

She decided that she wanted a closer look. Her nails clicked on the ground as she skittered to the next table. Her tail still visible... Unfortunately Wolfwood was unaware that her tail was there, just flitting back and forth.

"That's odd." Jermaine said more to himself than to anybody in particular. He wasn't particularly talented at sensing other magic users. Most could just feel others nearby but like several other talents he never quite got the hang of that. Instead he had a watch and right now it was registering something.

It held his interest for long enough to do a quick scan of the crowd but really his attention was more focused on the college aged strumpet ordering in front of him. Once she was gone he was up to order. He got his coffee, triple espresso enough that he'd be able to stay up the rest of the day working on his new device if need be. Though it was a whim he didn't entirely understand he picked up a cheese danish and an apple cinnamon muffin.

That was when he finally noticed that little tail waving back and forth beneath one of the tables. It seemed small enough to be harmless so he didn't raise an alarm. He just sat down near enough to watch it. A second glance at his watch revealed the tail, or the animal connected to it, as the magic source. "Interesting."

Come to me cheese danish... come to meeeee...

Wolfwood was willing that a cheese danish fall from the case or something would happen so that she could eat it. She was very hungry after all. She was suddenly aware of the fact that the smell of cheese danish had gotten much closer to her. Immediately her tail was pulled under the clothe and her smallish head stuck out trying to find out exactly where the wonderful smell was coming from.

She spotted it.

She was transfixed for just a moment.

It was almost too good to be true, for it to just be sitting right there... within reach. The green little dragon looked around to see if anyone was watching her and then the gold eyes landed on the man who had purchased the danish.

Immediately her head was under the clothe again.

Had he seen her?

She didn't know.

Out her head went again to look right up at him and see if he had indeed spotted her.

"Come on out." Jermaine took a sip of his coffee. He hadn't seen a dragon in ages, not since his school days actually and all of those had been much larger than this. He wasn't even aware that they came in a toy variety but apparently like poodles they did come in a minature size. It was also apparently tame or at least not feral. It didn't seem to be plotting an attack, at least not against any of the humans. Some of those pastries might be in trouble though.

Jermaine shrugged and stretched turning his attention to the window for a moment. Outside the rain had gone from a light trickle to a torrential downpour. It was going to be interesting finding out what or who was screwing with the weather. It might very well be a good day to simply head back and sleep rather than forge forward like Jermaine fully intented to do.

Was he speaking to her?

Obviously, there wasn't anyone else hiding under the table she was under. She watched him and as soon as he looked out at the rain she scrambled to under his table. She wasn't feeling incredibly stealthy at the moment but at least this time all of her scaly greenness was under the table and out of view of the public eye. Her dragon head popped up from under the table clothe between his legs. Her small claws rested on the chair as her neck stretch to look at him, her yellow eyes narrowed just a bit as she studied him.

The dragon looked out the window and had to admit that she was glad to be inside and not stuck out in the rain.

Her gaze returned to the man who had called her to come out from under the other table. She wasn't sure if he was going to help her or not but she knew that she was prepared to set him on fire if she had to.

"Whoa." It sounded overwhelming in his head but it came out completely flat. He hadn't expected the skittering creature to come so quickly and while it was small it didn't look entirely harmless, not harmless enough not to be worried that jaws with teeth were in close proximity to his groin. The fact that it was strong enough to set off his Detector was more alarming, it was easily the most powerful creature in the coffee shop. Granted that only really meant it was stronger than an average human but still.

The reality was he wasn't threatened by the creature. If it wanted to hurt him it probably would have. Slowly cautiously Jermaine lowered his hand to gently stroke the dragon's head. He'd always thought they were beautiful creatures. The pebbled texture of their skin was a delight beneath his fingers. "You know they don't regularly let critters in here. So who's are you?" He gently turned it's head but he didn't see a collar or brand or any mark of clear ownership and nobody was looking around for their lost toy dragon.

Wolfwood was surprised at the hand that came down to pet her. She had just been trying to be brave with his hand because she didn't really know exactly what he had planned on doing to her with it. And then the question, as he looked around the dragon changed shaped and grew in size. She was human sized now, horns still on her head and a few scales on her face. The rest of her body, not visible to Jermaine also had some scales.

She kept her tail tight to her body while under the table, her head rather horns were poking the table. Big yellow eyes stared up at the man who seemed to be looking for her owner.

"I am no one's," she said with a smile. Long dark hair hid her nakedness but it was clear that there were no real clothes on her. At least not on the top half of her body. She scooted closer to him, leaning against the chair.

"Who's are you?" She asked mildly curious.

Shifters. Jermaine scooted his chair quickly back away from the dragon turned. . .well he didn't have a term for that. It was certainly attractive enough in it's own way however. She was quickly back leaning against the chair which of course lead to a whole new issue about how close her head was to his groin. He just had to hope she didn't notice the slight twitch.

"I am no one's," she said with a smile. "Who's are you?"

"No ones." He smiled back not really sure why she'd ask that. "Well you can't stay on the floor." Jermaine motioned to a nearby chair not overly concerned with her nudity. Not that he wasn't interested, it was just that he wasn't easily embarassed. Being the slowest student in school he'd spent sometime as a naked girl in front of a class. "Have a seat."

The dragon lady didn't have to notice a twitch, she could practically smell the small attraction. That didn't bother her however. She could deal with that.

Wolfwood looked around the room and saw that there wasn't anyone that she needed to worry about. She crept out from under the table. She was petite, only about 5'3 even with her dragon legs. She settled herself into the seat right next to the man.

She knew that some people were looking at her, probably more because of the nudity factor than the dragon factor. Or maybe it was both she wasn't exactly sure and wasn't really paying attention to them. She noticed the cheese danish she had all but forgotten and looked to the man sitting next to her.

"Is that for me?" She asked sniffing the air. If it wasn't there was a part of her ready to steal it and run out into the rain. She would prefer not to but she was hungry.

Jermaine canted his head slightly as he looked from the girl to the danish for a moment. "I guess it is. If you've got some kind of psychic, telepathy mind control stuff going don't use it on me." He wasn't upset, in her current form she was more than mildly hypnotic. Just he hadn't had a reason to buy the danish and. . .well now it seemed that it had a purpose.

"So got a name?" It was getting difficult to keep his eyes from wandering over her body.

"No mind control," she assured as she took up the danish. She took a bite and smiled at the pleasant taste. It was the best one she had eaten in quite a while but it might have been just because she was so hungry. The girl looked up from the danish as he asked for her name.

"Wolfwood," she said before taking another distracted bite. She was aware of his eyes on her body and could let it go because there were plenty of men that had taken the time to just look at her. Once she finished the danish she looked at the man again.

"What may I call you?" she asked moving her chair slightly closer to him to get a better look. He was obviously a nice man cause he got her food, most others didn't they were not usually good people that found her but she had a good feeling about this one.

"So where are we going now?" She asked her tail keeping itself distracted.

"No mind control," Jermaine quirked a brow. He didn't really believe that he'd randomly chosen to buy a danish without being somehow compelled but it didn't matter. There was always the possibility that she didn't mean to do it. He'd seen all sorts of things. "Wolfwood," She must have been half starved the way she could hardly get words in between bites. Jermain wasn't sure if he wanted to offer her his muffin to her or if he should be getting his fingers out of the way. "What may I call you?"

"Whoa. Quite close enough." He scooted a little farther away very intentionally turning his gaze out the window. "So where are we going now?" Jermaine continued to drive his attention away from the young woman next to him only. . .damn. She wasn't a vampire and had a reflection.

"I'm going shopping. I need some new focus gems. You. . .well I don't know what you're doing."

“The breakfast was a good Vaan,” Kris said as he walked into the kitchen. He watched as Vaan poured water onto of his head. Not a single drop of water stuck to his cloths or to his skin, it just rolled off as if he was waterproof.

“The water shield spell” he replied as he watched the water returned to the glass and floated back to the sink. He heard Vaan tell Cassandra to do it herself but to remove the water already on her. It was a simple spell that most wizards knew. However, he himself hardly ever used it; he liked to use the heat spell where it would evaporate the water.

“Hey Vaan I’ll open shop, thus you can continue to train Cassandra some more” Kris replied with a wave of his hand. Kris soon vanished from the kitchen.

Kris slowly made his way to the living room front door only stopping by a coat rack, He took a black long coat off the coat rack he quickly put it on, and He took a black fedora off the rack and placed it on top of his head. Kris quickly opened the door and got ready to go out into the world.

As he opened the door a look of surprise came over his face, it was still raining but it was coming down in torrents. It was highly unusual, for rain as if this someone had to be messing with the weather.

Kris quickly hailed a taxi, it was strange most wizards would fly or take alternate transportation, but he would take taxis, buses or drive himself. Kris quickly told the man where to drive and told him it was no hurry. He would rather get there alive than having him drive fast and wreck, the driver made it in record time. Kris quickly thanked the man and paid his fare; Kris quickly unlocked the door and went inside.

Kris quickly changed the closed sign to open, took a spot by the counter, and got ready for his first customer. During his wait, Kris slowly pulled out a deck of tarot cards; some gypsy woman, who he had, met at the school, gave them to him. She was a strange person, one full of mystery; she even predicted what would happen to his mentor.

“Lets see who comes in today” Kris said to himself as he shuffled the deck and stared out of the window watching the storm.