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

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm doesn't even blink at the wings. He himself looks like Prince Charming was a Power Rangers villain now. A black tunic, black gloves, black leggings and black boots. A sword is strapped to his side.Normally he would have his bow as well but since he was looking for something and not "working" the street he doesn't. He gives the man his full attention, He smiles slightly.]

I am afraid going home wherever home is for you is not possible. Was your mission not explained to you?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh, it was. I just rather hoped that someone had discovered an...alternative. I don't exactly have time for this.

[he supposed it was at least in his wheelhouse to banish corrosion, but there were plenty of others to do the same. So why was he needed]

Never mind. Thank you. [a faint smile] How are you finding it?

[welldressedevil]

I wouldn't be the person to ask about that. I'm happy to be here back home I am not exactly welcome.

[Malcolm extended his left hand and his right stayed on his sword hilt.]

I'm Malcolm.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Trust me I know the feeling. [he rolls his eyes, but smiles and takes the man's hand]

I am A.Z. Fell. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I take it you're ready for a spot of trouble? [he gestures at the sword]

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm chuckles and nods his hand shake firm but not painfully so.]

A pleasure to meet you as well.

[Malcolm pulls his sword free from it's scabbard to the delight of one of the children behind him who he turns around and takes a moment to greet and show off for making it clear he handles the weapon well almost like it's an extension of his arm. He then turns back to the man behind him once the little girl has run back off to her parents, He waves at his princely outfit.]

I find it easier to blend in among the guests dressed this way. It allows me to wander around and look for trouble. This is also the way I channel my magic as an Apprentice.

[He he slides his sword back into the scabbard]

You must be new then.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[it is clear that he's good at it, and Aziraphale is no stranger to men with a great ability to handle their swords. However he can't help but wince a little as he demonstrates for the child and hope nothing unfortunate happens. He can't help but be relieved when the sword is put away]

You pull it off quite well, I have to say. I can't help but love a sense of style. [a faint smile]

I'm afraid I am. [he looks around and sighs] Though I suppose I'll get used to it.

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm chuckled and smiled in return.]

Thank you. I would like to think that twenty years of training would pay off in some manner though mostly I prefer the bow then the sword.

[Malcolm looks around and sighs himself]

You at least have someone to go back to it seems. I'm dead where I come from.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That is... quite a long time, yes. [a smile which then quickly morphs into something horrified] You're what?

[no he can't have heard that right]

What do you mean you're dead?

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm shrugs like being dead is no big deal.]

I stepped on a land mine back where I come from. I'd died and moved to the Underworld.

[Another shrug]

And yet here I am helping these people.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

How horrible. [but then he wonders if he was killed too and this is why he was here. They had just been shot after all. Though oddly it didn't feel like disincorporation-- not that he'd ever felt it. But that was a worry for another day]

Yes, well, I am sure that this good deed will not go overlooked and you will go back to meet your reward soon enough.

[forgive him for the lack of warm zeal. He's got a new worry now and one that's not easily satisfied]