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Post by mai on Jan 13, 2019 16:26:51 GMT -5
A little, young, fairy appears not very tall, and not very old, but very, very naive. She wanders and skips about as though nothing is wrong with the world, will anybody teach her, will she learn?
(this thread is open to everyone)
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 13, 2019 16:33:43 GMT -5
No-Name wanders down the streets, not headed anywhere in particular. She comes across many shops offering different items and services. Each of them not liking her much, she didn’t care. No-Name continued on, indirectly studying each of their faces.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 13, 2019 17:29:35 GMT -5
The bulky, armed and armored forum of Draig wades though the masses as his eye's search for something, anything, to either bring back to Beta or to entertain himself. "Trinket's or troubles... Which will today hold for us?" He muses to himself as he approaches a couple (a human man and an elvish woman) walking the opposite direction. The human man is shouting what seems to be obscenities as the woman begins cradling her face and weeping, only causing the man to rage more, smacking her on the back of the head. Driag glares at the mans and kicks the side of his legs as he passes, causing the man to fall with a loud yelp. Scrambling to his feet the human is fuming. "Hey wat-..." And falters as Draig slowly presses the barrels of his gun into the mans face. With a sneer Draig pulls the gun back like he's lowering his weapon before breaking the mans nose. "Yell at her some more. Treat her like shit, and I'll find you." He spits as he storms off, being sure to step on the mans hand as he walks away.
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Post by mai on Jan 13, 2019 21:35:41 GMT -5
The fairy looks over at the nearby commotion and wanders over out of curiosity
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 13, 2019 22:03:21 GMT -5
As Draig storms off, the corner of his eye catches something pure, something out of place. A small child. Human? No... Elf? Not quite an Elf either. Draig pushes people out of his path as he approaches the small child, a good 5 feet or so taller than her. Bending over he almost touches his head to hers as he stares into her eyes. "Small child. Where is it you're supposed to be? It's certainly not here. Go back to the Blue District where you belong." Draig glares at her with contempt as he recalls days best left forgotten, and in hopes she will go some where safe. Which most certainly isn't here. Sure, it's a bit harsh, but he's still rough around the edges. A work in progress.
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