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

[cometophobic]

When someone calls you out there's only one thing to do...... stick to your story. Possibly embellish it further if the opportunity arose.

"If that is what you need to believe in order to cope with your own loss..." Not that her intention was to rub it in.

"As high-level mage I'm always in high demand. I've received so many summons from nations far and wide that I simply can't keep track of them all. That's... really what I'm doing here now. I suppose you've heard all about the perils that are facing this land already?"

[mal_contented]

She threw back her head, laughing. "You've got to be what, ten? Nice try though. That lie was almost cute." She's been where you are, kid. She's done the bluff and bluster. Still does it sometimes, but only when she has a chance of fooling someone with it.

[cometophobic]

10? Try 10 Billion. Which was relatively young for her kind. She hadn't been in this form long though- no. This was new. The laughter was sharp on her ears so Marisol flattened them to try and mitigate that. Mal undoubtedly had more practice, but Marisol was trying not to be too deterred. Only one person had questioned her so far and this was not her most outlandish tale.

Besides, what did she really have to talk about without her stories?

"What makes you so sure that you're right?"

[mal_contented]

"Because that lie? I've told it. Until I was about six. Then I learned better ways to lie, better ways to get people to do what I want or to get off my case. And I'll tell you what, kid. True power? That's when you don't have to lie. You just have to be yourself. And that has nothing to do with magic."

[cometophobic]

Humanoid species truly did live short lives didn't they? 6 years old, 10.... the digits were so small.

Marisol stopped herself from openly questioning why anyone was stepping on the girl's case in the first place. It could just be another figure of speech. The words themselves weren't half bad. She'd give the speech maybe a 7 out of 10? The only problem with it was how could you "just be yourself" when you were being held back by physical limitations and you'd never truly had "to be" anyone before?

Still- it sounded like the advice was meant to help her so she faintly smiled. If this person was trying to help then the story had at least been intriguing enough for her to linger around. "Then you shouldn't be upset either- being here without your magic. If magic isn't the most important thing."

[mal_contented]

"Oh, it is far from the strongest tool in my arsonal. I can still be ticked off at whoever dared to steal it from me, now can't I?" she gave a somewhat unpleasant smile. "In this case, it is very much the principal of the thing."

Which was something of a lie. She had become a little dependant on her magic of late. Which... Ben had pointed out right before she left.

[cometophobic]

"Then what is the strongest tool in your arsenal?" Marisol couldn't resist asking since really, her own powers had always been her strong suite. Not that any of them had prevented her destruction. In fact, one power in particular, had likely cemented her fate. "Yes..... I suppose you can." Growing distant for a moment. Not wanting her thoughts to drift she shook her head.

[mal_contented]

She grinned. It was... not a friendly smile. She advanced on the other girl in a way that could be called predatory, but more in the sense of a shark or a dragon. "My strongest weapon? My core strength?" she asked, green eyes flashing. "I'm Mal."

That's it. That's enough for this place. For this girl.