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You appraoch the chair, strangely even as you get closer the words she is uttering doesn't become any clearer. You see a strange mist emanating from her hands, it looks to be glowing slightly. You silently edge closer to her, trying not to disturb her and keeping a wary eye on the strange mist. | You appraoch the chair, strangely even as you get closer the words she is uttering doesn't become any clearer. You see a strange mist emanating from her hands, it looks to be glowing slightly. You silently edge closer to her, trying not to disturb her and keeping a wary eye on the strange mist. | ||
| - | Her hands close firmly to form fists, the mist evaporates and she starts speaking in a clearer voice. "Do you know just how many spells there are that forms light? Thousands, thousands of spells and there all so, so pernickety! Urrrgh! It's so stupid" She stands up on the chair and lean against the back, you notice that she's wearing a simple, summer dress and has long, white hair. She's short and looks frail and her voice takes on a mocking tone. "Your not the right species, you have the wrong blood type. Your hair is the wrong colour! You live in a village, you believe in the wrong religion, your father was a blacksmith! You sneezed yesterday, your not pregnant, you were out at night, you looked at a feaking daffodil!" She looks exhausted and really very angry. "It's so stupid! Why? Why does it matter! It shouldn't matter, magic doesn't care so why are these spells so, so stupid!" She looks you straight in the eye, you notice her eyes are a birght purple colour and her stare feels intense, it pins you where you stand. "I have spent the last 12 years trying to make one pure, unified spell that isn't so stupidly complicated. I am so, so close, I can taste the success. And on the day that I actually get somewhere, when I start forming light, when it finially works some guy sneaks up on me. Funny coincidence right?!" She has a bright, manic smile and you start feeling that maybe this wasn't the best of ideas. "I have dealt with your kind before boy and I am in no mood to play games. Now you are going to answer my questions and if your really, very lucky I might not kill you!" She keeps glaring at you. | + | Her hands close firmly to form fists, the mist evaporates and she starts speaking in a clearer voice. |
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| + | She stands up on the chair and lean against the back, you notice that she's wearing a simple, summer dress and has long, white hair. She's short and looks frail and her voice takes on a mocking tone. | ||
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| + | "Your not the right species, you have the wrong blood type. Your hair is the wrong colour! You live in a village, you believe in the wrong religion, your father was a blacksmith! You sneezed yesterday, your not pregnant, you were out at night, you looked at a feaking daffodil!" She looks exhausted and really very angry. | ||
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| + | "It's so stupid! Why? Why does it matter! It shouldn't matter, magic doesn't care so why are these spells so, so stupid!" She looks you straight in the eye, you notice her eyes are a birght purple colour and her stare feels intense, it pins you where you stand. | ||
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| + | "I have spent the last 12 years trying to make one pure, unified spell that isn't so stupidly complicated. I am so, so close, I can taste the success. And on the day that I actually get somewhere, when I start forming light, when it finially works some guy sneaks up on me. Funny coincidence right?!" She has a bright, manic smile and you start feeling that maybe this wasn't the best of ideas. | ||
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| + | "I have dealt with your kind before boy and I am in no mood to play games. Now you are going to answer my questions and if your really, very lucky I might not kill you!" She keeps glaring at you. | ||
You look at her, considering, she's a child and she can't follow through with any of her threats but she certaintly doesn't look like she's bluffing. Judging by the look of the room she's rich, so presumably she has guards? Right? | You look at her, considering, she's a child and she can't follow through with any of her threats but she certaintly doesn't look like she's bluffing. Judging by the look of the room she's rich, so presumably she has guards? Right? | ||
Revision as of 17:27, 24 May 2011
You appraoch the chair, strangely even as you get closer the words she is uttering doesn't become any clearer. You see a strange mist emanating from her hands, it looks to be glowing slightly. You silently edge closer to her, trying not to disturb her and keeping a wary eye on the strange mist.
Her hands close firmly to form fists, the mist evaporates and she starts speaking in a clearer voice.
"Do you know just how many spells there are that forms light? Thousands, thousands of spells and there all so, so pernickety! Urrrgh! It's so stupid"
She stands up on the chair and lean against the back, you notice that she's wearing a simple, summer dress and has long, white hair. She's short and looks frail and her voice takes on a mocking tone.
"Your not the right species, you have the wrong blood type. Your hair is the wrong colour! You live in a village, you believe in the wrong religion, your father was a blacksmith! You sneezed yesterday, your not pregnant, you were out at night, you looked at a feaking daffodil!" She looks exhausted and really very angry.
"It's so stupid! Why? Why does it matter! It shouldn't matter, magic doesn't care so why are these spells so, so stupid!" She looks you straight in the eye, you notice her eyes are a birght purple colour and her stare feels intense, it pins you where you stand.
"I have spent the last 12 years trying to make one pure, unified spell that isn't so stupidly complicated. I am so, so close, I can taste the success. And on the day that I actually get somewhere, when I start forming light, when it finially works some guy sneaks up on me. Funny coincidence right?!" She has a bright, manic smile and you start feeling that maybe this wasn't the best of ideas.
"I have dealt with your kind before boy and I am in no mood to play games. Now you are going to answer my questions and if your really, very lucky I might not kill you!" She keeps glaring at you.
You look at her, considering, she's a child and she can't follow through with any of her threats but she certaintly doesn't look like she's bluffing. Judging by the look of the room she's rich, so presumably she has guards? Right? You look to the right, the door isn't very far away, you should be able to make it. Your eyes flicker back to the girl, maybe you owe her an explaination, you did sneak up on her after all. Then again, maybe you should try to talk some sense into this girl. You could easily overpower her, and she's starting to annoy you.
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