Character Meet and Greet~~ At Night

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I. Main Street Usa!

It's twilight, edging to evening, and yet the streets are still alive with citizens and Apprentices (that means you!) alike. Take the time to admire the lights, pop in and out of the cafes or just relax in the garden.

Weapon shops and magic shops are open late into the evening this time of year, so feel free to enjoy yourself before you equip yourself for the life head.


II. Apprentice Training 101- Evening Class

Same commons behind the fire house, same weapons and wands available for practicing your skills-- though this time under the cozy street lights and the bright blues and tired purples of a fading summer twilight. Strike at the training dummy or try to catch fireflies with whispers, its all up to you.


III. Things that Go Bump

Are bumping. And they mean business. A few level 1 corroded monsters are scurrying around Main Street causing havoc and it's up to you to stop them. The question is, is it early in the evening or do you dare to face the creatures at the night's darkest hour?


IV. It's time to Sparkle!

Everyone has a spark of imagination. That is, in fact, why you're here! It's time to shine with your own scenario! Just try to keep from causing too much trouble.

Comments

[notarambler]

Sam smirked. "Why," he asks even though the reaction tells him everything he needs to know about the heckler that he really needs to know. He just likes confirmation when talking to people. "No real reason to be worried unless you afraid it's going to hit you." He sends another stream of water at the target, normal this time to make sure the fire is out then his wand shifts into it's normal form of a wooden handled knife that he slides into the scabbard easily.

He walks over and holds his hand out. "Sam Winchester," he offers.

[serpentinthegarden]

At home on Earth he liked to pass for a human but here he had never made any attempt to hide what he was. Couldn't really, not with those wings giving him away.

"Crowley, Anthony J."

He glanced to the offered hand but didn't dare shake it. There might have been some residual holy water spray on that hand and one drop would have been all it would take. Caution won out over politeness, as it would!

"I think that would be fairly obvious. I'm a demon... and not at all interested in being turned into a liquefied ball of goo, thanks."

Sam was looked past but to see it he too had an otherwise unnoticed set of wings or something.

"Why holy water? You're not an angel?"