Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[blessedarethebookmakers]

I certainly would. [fifteen meals a day is a bit excessive and he's a bit perplexedby the girl's overreaction]

I'm... sorry if I offended you. [he most certainly isn't but he's not sure the best thing to say in this situation to make the human go away]

[bigbadrose]

Liar.

Goody two-shoes liar. Isn't that an oxymoron?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Very well. I'll be blunt. [his feathers are completely bristled but there's nothing he can do about that.] Go away. ... Please.

[bigbadrose]

[This, somehow, manages to make Rose even more wolfish.]

[Hackles raised, hair on the back of her neck on end, the works.]

[Now she really wants to fight. But like a wolf, she knows she'll get her keister completely kicked in a confrontation with a cunning killer... err... angel?]

[The fight goes halfway out of her. Angels are real now, huh?]

You don't have any friends, do you? This isn't your universe, and you've never been in a situation like this before. Can you really afford to pick fights with your own allies against the Darkness?

[She might be saying this to herself though.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[no he doesn't. Not really. One hereditary enemy and that's about it. But an angel does not need friends. They are meant to be above that sort of thing. Able to go on going on and so forth]

You started it.

[and she did. He hadn't been doing a thing but being miserable and she came along to make it worse]

[bigbadrose]

Well, of course I did! I'm human! And the only people I could even talk to for the last year thought I was a bleeding ghost.

What's your excuse?

[That snark cool down didn't last long, did it?]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That must have been horrible for you. [he can empathize in a way. He's expected oft times to act like a ghost, drifting into and out of the lives of humans. He's gotten used to it of course, but it's rather difficult to form any lasting attachments. Not that he can, human lifetimes being what they were]

I'm sorry for what you've been through. I truly am. [and he is. he can understand loneliness]

[bigbadrose]

No, don't be.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be--

[Just hides her face hard and starts heading off.] I'm skiving off and getting tea. Enjoy your boring lecture on how to tie your shoelaces, angel.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[well he certainly can't let her go off like that! He sends a glance to heaven, asking for patience and then closes his eyes and forgives her and this whole thing. It is not worth dwelling on. Human lives, short as they are, a grudge is not worth holding]

Surely there is room for two?

[he won't accompany her against her wishes]

[bigbadrose]

Yeah. Always better with two. [It still hurts, but not as much as it used to.
She offers a hand, and a gentle smile.] I'm Rose, by the way. Rose Tyler. Hallo.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

You can call me Mr. Fell. [as he's not going to give her room to refer to him as anything else. though also pretends he doesn't see her hand because there is sympathy and there is Too Much]

Where were you before here, Miss Tyler?

[bigbadrose]

Hell. [Blandly, as she starts walking.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh. How pleasant. [he doesn't know if she means literally or metaphorically, but probably more the one than the other]

I expect this is an improvement?

[bigbadrose]

Vastly.

Isn't Fell kind of a bad name for an angel? Mind you, I'm named after a plant, so I'm not judging, just curious.