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

[mal_contented]

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."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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."

[mal_contented]

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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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.

Wow my typo last post, lol.

[mal_contented]

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."

XD I didn't even notice

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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."

:D

[mal_contented]

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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

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."

[mal_contented]

"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."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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."

[mal_contented]

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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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.

[mal_contented]

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."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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.

[mal_contented]

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.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"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.

[mal_contented]

She was not going to dignify his choices by admitting that they were good ones. Nope. The strawberry tote could have been made by Potts in the royal kitchens. And lemonade? Something that hit both sour and sweet?

She flicked her cup with a nail when it came. "Bit on the nose, isn't it?" she challenged. Did he actually know her? From Auradon perhaps? She was on the news all the time, so it was possible.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Is it?" He smiles. "Sometimes a direct hit is best, don't you think?"

He looks down at his crepes.

"I just hope these are made with some finesse."

[mal_contented]

She narrowed her eyes at him bit sipped her lemonade. "Good food outside of Auradon? Don't count on it. Not without magic."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"What is Auradon anyway? I don't believe I've ever heard of it."

A taste reveals the food is...adequate. At least he can appreciate it so that's saying something.

[mal_contented]

She rolled her eyes. "A history pop quiz? Really? Fine." she sipped her lemonade. "Once upon a time Belle broke the curse on her Beast, turned him back into a prince, and they married and lived happily ever after. Except that wasn't enough for them. Happy kingdom, happy romance, happy marriage. They wanted happy endings for all. So they gathered leaders from all the local kingdoms and made an alliance. They formed the United Kingdoms of Auradon, sometimes called the United States of Auradon, depending which teacher is talking. Then all the magic users like Genie and Fairy Godmother" and Merlin "worked together to bind every last villain, cruel and mean person, evil sidekick, and henchperson and send them to an island just off the cost. In some cases they even brought dead villains back to life or freed them from eternal captivity in magical lamps just to banish them all to this one isle. The Isle of the Lost. They then created a dome over the Isle. Keeps out anything remotely interesting. Magic. Wifi. most TV and radio frequencies, cell service. One teacher and his apprentice came over to the Isle, determined to teach the new generation, sure the villains would eventually have kids, given there was nothing else to do on the island. He thought some of the kids might be able to grow up good, if they had a good influence. But that's about it. FG and the others agreed with king Beast's proclamation that magic was to be put aside in favour of book learning," she said, rolling her eyes, "which between you and me was probably Queen Belle's idea. Auradon gets the best of everything. Fresh food, new clothes, new books. When people in Auradon throw things in the trash, that trash is sent with the rest of the trash, off to the Isle."