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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.

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"Yes, I rather know how to eat, thank you." And he was hungry, which was a curious sensation. But not hungry enough.

"You may have this one if you like. I haven't touched it. Other than the...Stick...portion."

She shrugged and took the corndog. She used to eat off garbage heaps, she wasn't turning down food just because someone else had handled it. She took a big bite. it was odd. Not quite Auradon food, but too high a quality to be from the Isle. Either way it was good.

"Then what's the problem?" she asked, considering spitting on the corndog to make sure he didn't take it back. She didn't, in the end, do it, but she did consider it. Of course that wouldn't have stopped Jay from swiping it from her, if he were here.

"It's just not to my taste." A bland smile. He didn't say it's because he has taste, but he's certainly thinking it. He folds his hands in front of him.

"You seem to be enjoying it, Miss...?"

"Mal," she said simply. She was used to her name meaning something. Everywhere she had ever gone, everyone knew who she was. Well, more specifically, everyone knew who her mother was. Mal was pretty sure no one actually knew who Mal was, herself included.

"And considering this is better than anything sold at the slop shop back home," meaning back on the Isle, "Yes I am. Though there are places around here with better food if you don't like this. Had a halfway decent bagel this morning. Good coffee."

"Mal. What a lovely name." He is mostly sincere about this and it is far easier to be appreciative of the name than the food choices. Halfway decent bagel and coffee. He is thrilled to bits.

"Perhaps you'd care to show me if you have the time?" It has to be better than a corn dog, and he'd like to learn this place a little better through the eyes of someone else.

She might have blinked in surprise a bit. She;'s had lots of reactions to her name, but that wasn't generally one of them. Except by people trying to be polite while scared to death of her, which he didn't seem to be, or utterly disgusted and trying to hide it. Again, not here. Odd.

But she nodded as she took the last bite off the corndog and tossed the stick over her shoulder. It took all her self control not to go back and throw it in the trash properly. "Come on," she said, heading for the place she'd stolen breakfast. Well no, paid for breakfast with stolen money.

He doesn't follow. Instead regards the stick with his hands folded in front of him and his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, you were how old again?"

Hearing his voice, from that far behind her, she stopped and pivoted on her heel, one brow raised. "Excuse me? Did you honestly just ask a girl her age? Rude, stupid, or confidant. Not sure which."

"Well, whatever age you are," he replied, nonplussed. "I'd assumed you were old enough to pick up after yourself."

She walked back over, hands on her hips. "Does this look like Auradon to you?" Well actually it did, but shut up. "Because it's not. I tried the whole being a good little girl thing, didn't work. So I'm accepting who I am now. Mal. Daughter of Maleficent, Mistress of ****. But if it bothers you so much..." her eyes flashed as she bent, picked up the stick, and tucked it in his lapel pocket. wet side up. Even gave it a little pat. "There you go."

"Charming." He takes it out again and throws. "You don't have to be defined by your parentage, you know." That was one of the most wonderful and difficult parts of humanity, a part that they often forgot.

"I don't think this is...Auradon..., but I doubt it's anywhere you've been before either. It's a place where you can start something new. Forge your own path. There's potential in you, I think. So try not to throw it away so easily."

She crossed her arms and turned her back on him with a huff, refusing to let this stranger see how much of an impact his words had on her. Her life on the Isle had always been trying to love up to her mother, make her proud, get her to love her. Her life in Auradon once she chose to be good, had been all about trying to live down what her mother had done and been, trying to get people to see that she could be good despite having the single most evil parent in history.

Her mother was how people had always defined her, how she defined herself. her mother, and Ben. And here, wherever here was, she had neither. And was no closer to knowing who she was than she had been when she skipped town.

Forcing her emotions down deep inside, she said only "Do you want to see this food place or not? I haven't got all day." She refused to be weak in front of someone she couldn't trust. And she had more fingers than people she could trust. In any world. And frankly? None of them were there.

He can't sense it, not really. But he's seen enough of people in his six millennia to have a small inkling of what she's going through. And there are pieces to fit together. She has some kind of twisted mother figure and is trying to get out of her shadow, but afraid to do so-- Perhaps not even sure if she can.

Well he understands that sentiment well enough. Not for him of course. But for others he knows a bit more intimately.

"Lead the way." He smiles and gestures for her to go ahead. "I apologize if I'm keeping you from your plans." Though he's really only saying these to find out of she has them and what kind of things she gets up to in this strange place.

Like she was about to admit to him that she had no plans? Not happening. So she shrugged and started walking again. Walking meant not facing him, which meant she had a few moments to try and gather herself and get her emotions in check.

She just wanted to go home. But at the moment... she wasn't sure where she meant. Sh wanted the comfort of people running from her and the smell of spray paint and rot. But she also wanted a bowl of strawberries while sitting with Ben after class. Ugh!

She forced her face into an expressionless mask as they got the the small cafe where she'd stolen the money for her breakfast. Which hadn't been terrible, even if the preserves were a little too fake tasting. amazing how fast she had gotten spoiled. Gotten soft. "There. Food. Less greasy than corn dogs."

"Thank you." He smiles, seeing her mask. It's not surprising. He can't guess what she might be thinking, but he doesn't need to read minds to know how to reach out. She also seemed to be somewhat hungry.

"May I thank you with a spot of lunch? Or something to drink perhaps? My treat."

She hesitated, but then finally nodded. A meal someone else paid for was a meal she didn't have to steal. And she still didn't have enough of a read on this place yet to know how she wanted to play things. "Fine," she said. She threw the door open and stood in there a moment taking in the room, and generally making an entrance, before going in and dropping herself into a seat with her back to a wall but space to either side.

Well she was hardly subtle was she? But he knew enough of adolescents and others like her to know that this was part of posturing. To make sure everyone saw exactly what she wanted them to see.

"Well...!" He sits, carefully arranging his wings. "I suppose booths are out. But I've always preferred something a little more elegant. And this place...is... well... quite interesting." A smile and he flicks open the menu. "Anything you could recommend."

"I've been here hours at most. This will be my second meal here," she said dryly. "So I can tell you the coffee is better than the slop shop but not as good as at Auradon Prep, there is too much sugar in the strawberry preserves and the bagels are a little flat."

She leaned back and scowled a bit. "You want a feast, ask Miss Potts. Unless you have my spell book, we're stuck with whatever they have here."

"One eats what one must, I suppose." He's not looking forward to eating anything here-- but on the other hand...

"Just think of it as a culinary adventure then! Try something that looks wonderful, or even that you might not like, and, with any luck; we'll be pleasantly surprised. Go on..." he gestures toward the menu.

"Be my guest."

She had been about to respond when he ended with Be My Guest. She choked for a moment, then forced the reaction down as she studied the menu, determined to order the most expensive thing she could, since he was paying. Then she saw the fruit salad with the fresh strawberries and hesitated, torn.

She tapped her lips with a pale pink fingernail, then scowled down at the colour. She needed a makeover, stat.

"Unsure?" He smiles. "You can close your eyes and pick one. That's worked for me in the past. Though I've made some horrible decisions too, let me tell you!" He chuckles.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Just order me whatever is the most expensive meal, the most expensive coffee, and a bowl of the strawberry chicken salad."

"Mmm. But you know, expense doesn't equal quality. There are some things money can't buy. A good flavor, a filling meal, the memory that goes with a scent or a glance. I don't know your palette, my dear, but if you trust me, I'm sure you will have a fine meal-- and one you can look on fondly."

Besides which he really can't afford all that.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, if you're so sure you know what I want, order me whatever. It's going to be better than the trash heaps back home from the smell of this place, so I'm not exactly picky."

A shame, though. She hated to admit it, but she really had gotten spoiled over strawberries back in Auradon, and doubted he'd pick anything that had them. Which was probably just as well, since they would always remind her of the life she turned her back on. A life too good for the likes of her. She was Mal from the Isle. She would always be Mal from the Isle.

"Well, let's see... Something light I think. Delicate." He smiles at her. "But a little bit wicked."

Because of course. There is a delicious little strawberry torte, which he gets for her. As well as a sparkling lemonade for them both and a nice chocolate crepe for himself because it looks and smells delicious though he's sure that the quality is standard at best.

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Wow my typo last post, lol.

XD I didn't even notice

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