I have an outline of a plot, so I need a partner. Mostly I played MxM, but I'm opened for FxM too. My English is not perfect and it would be great if I found some grammar-nazi to correct my mistakes.
And here's the outline:
You are a lucky devil. In the world where magic can give one everything, you were born with a talent to it. You grew up in a good family of magicians, was educated in the most famous academy in the world and got a posh job at the king's court.
I am lucky, too. The eldest child in an innkeeper's family, I was fated to stay in my hometown forever. But at the age of ten, I attracted the notice of an observing expedition of the Academy of High Magis Arts, and my destiny had changed.
But I am not as lucky as you. Because of weakness in my aura, I cannot do magic. For me, it is like building up a pyramid with my eyes shut and arms bounded. I may know everything about pyramids, but I will never build even the simplest one.
People like me are called sparkles. We can accumulate energy and give it to magicians if they need it. We can help them with their jobs, as we were taught to be assistants. Some of us even like this life - they say it is safer, especially if you get a good master. And do you know what I think about magicians? I absolutely hate you.
Nevertheless, I still need a master. Sparkle without magician drags on a wretched existence - it is all about energy, you know. If I don't want to go mad, I have to find a job.
We, sparkles, are high demanded now. The war is coming closer, and we are dying in battles more frequent than magicians of full value. The kingdom is infested with agents of Wandering Islands, the king's son is kidnapped by an ancient marine goddess, and it seems like things are getting worse. So when the eighth day of summer comes, Academy will be full of magicians hungry for fresh living batteries. And we are hungry for your power, so, I think, we will work well together.
There is an misprint in the title == I feel shabby about it.
And here's the outline:
You are a lucky devil. In the world where magic can give one everything, you were born with a talent to it. You grew up in a good family of magicians, was educated in the most famous academy in the world and got a posh job at the king's court.
I am lucky, too. The eldest child in an innkeeper's family, I was fated to stay in my hometown forever. But at the age of ten, I attracted the notice of an observing expedition of the Academy of High Magis Arts, and my destiny had changed.
But I am not as lucky as you. Because of weakness in my aura, I cannot do magic. For me, it is like building up a pyramid with my eyes shut and arms bounded. I may know everything about pyramids, but I will never build even the simplest one.
People like me are called sparkles. We can accumulate energy and give it to magicians if they need it. We can help them with their jobs, as we were taught to be assistants. Some of us even like this life - they say it is safer, especially if you get a good master. And do you know what I think about magicians? I absolutely hate you.
Nevertheless, I still need a master. Sparkle without magician drags on a wretched existence - it is all about energy, you know. If I don't want to go mad, I have to find a job.
We, sparkles, are high demanded now. The war is coming closer, and we are dying in battles more frequent than magicians of full value. The kingdom is infested with agents of Wandering Islands, the king's son is kidnapped by an ancient marine goddess, and it seems like things are getting worse. So when the eighth day of summer comes, Academy will be full of magicians hungry for fresh living batteries. And we are hungry for your power, so, I think, we will work well together.
There is an misprint in the title == I feel shabby about it.