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Fantasy doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want to. It has to make sense. Even if you're making it up. That when people are reading it they can understand it!
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Hello Everyone. Welcome to my page. Feel free to call me Ms. Winters Or Major Winters. Most people do. I have been with the guild over three years now. I have many RPs and 1x1s. Feel free to take a look. I am 38 (Yes I know I am older than most). I am an online college student going for my masters in marriage and family counseling. I have been happily married for 16 years. I have two gremlins. I love to read. Feel free to connect with me visa facebook I like chatting with Guild friends although I don't turn it on often anymore. Not enough time.
























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Maxwell smirked as he moved back he looked to Reginald. "So you can feel the emotions of people other than Roxanna's that's good to know." It was clear that this had been part of their plan. They had been looking for confirmation that the bubble didn't over other people emotions completely the way it was supposed to.

Roxy sighed in resignation. She should have seen this coming. Her father was too smart not to want to take advantage of the weak bubble. He would make it so that Jess had no choice but to do what he wanted while the bubble was weak and she couldn't actively block people. She had no doubt he would make it so that the empath felt like she had to do what he wanted. "Leave her alone father. She doesn't work for you and she isn't going to."

"Even if I allow you to visit Drake?" Reginald asked.

"Not even if you agree to call off the wedding. I won't allow you to pull her into your web." It meant a lot to Roxy that Jess had tried to stand up for her but she wouldn't allow the other woman to do something she would regret. And there was no way someone like Jess wouldn't regret working for her father.
"Again Devika you aren't inconveniencing me in anyway. I always knew that this could happen. I let my customers know that I am unavailable for the time being and giving the name of another mechanic. Most of them indicated they were willing to wait as long as necessary since most of the work I do for them is customary." Roxy explained. She didn't know how to make the empath feel better about this whole situation.

"I don't depend on the shop to support myself Devika. You're not hurting me financially. The only thing you need to worry about is adjusting to being around people." Roxy assured her. She turned the sign over so that they could go upstairs to have lunch. "Cheeseburgers are fine." She assured the other woman as she headed to the stairs. She figured she would practice while Devika cooked.
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Roxy wondered around the room as the men talked. She had never been good being still when she wasn't on the job. She randomly picked the men's pocket. She hadn't found anything interesting as of yet. When the disgraced mage commented on the becoming lax. She snorted. Security was a joke. Of course that's what happened when you depended on humans and magic. Humans could be bribed, blackmailed, tricked, or killed. And magic was just undependable.

"And why would knowing who killed this incompetent snitch?" Roxy asked. She could probably find out who had killed the King's officer and why. It might have been a contract but she thought it was more likely just payback for confessing. No body liked people who talked. "Stool pigeon don't live long."

She found a gold coin in the pockets of one of the guards. She started tossing it randomly. "I could find out. Shouldn't take me more than an hour. But I'm going to need my knives back." She could hear the Duke grit his teeth. She didn't know why he was so reluctant to give them back to her. Unless he had done something that might have put him on her radar. Not that he was safe because she didn't have them. She would get them back eventually.

The stixs wasn't a place she had been while exploring. Mostly because it would have drawn too much attention. Almost everyone there was likely to know her. Her father was head of the assassin's guild and the biggest gang in the city. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes to find out who killed the King's officer and why.

"You said you didn't need them to be dangerous." The duke pointed out.

"I don't. But I have a reputation. Do you think anyone in the stixs is going to believe I'm there by choice without them?" Roxy ask. They probably wasn't. Some of them would already knew she was here.
Roxy had no problem being called a reaper. It was a good description as any for what she did. She had been called worse. She pointed at the disgraced mage. "How exactly does he fit the role of the scholar?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She didn't mean it as an insult. She was sure that the mage had to study but so did every other magic users. Hell there were schools full of scholars. She was sure that the king had someone on his payroll whose job it was to study stuff.

"His skills match what is required." The duke assured her snootily.

"Let's say I buy that the scholar here is willing to work his way into your good graces. If your advisors have done any kind of research they know I don't kill for money or politics. I have very specific requirements for the jobs I take." Roxy knew that made it sound like she didn't care if the girl died or not but it wasn't that. While she didn't know the Princess she didn't want the girl's death on her head.

"Are you saying my daughter's death doesn't fit those requirements?" The king asked.

It was a grey area. Technically the princess had been attacked through no fault of her own. "Your daughter has people that will protect her. Heck half the assassins guild would do it just to get the price off their heads."

"We'll take the price off yours." The duke offered obviouslythinking that had been her goal. Roxy stormed over to him. She tapped him on the nose.

"You're not very smart are you?" She had had William, one of her rescues, turn her in. He had taken the bounty. She trusted him to use the money to pay supplies for the safe house. "There currently a bounty on my head."

"I'm grasping at straws. This is my last hope to save my daughter." Roxy sighed. She turned towards the king. The tears in his eyes convinced her that he cared about his daughter. That was enough for her.

"Fine. Continue." She gave in.
I'm fine with your character being picked for whatever reason. It doesn't necessarily have to because he fits the description. Roxy was making a big assumption. I am fine with her being wrong. But when the Duke corrected her I assumed there was a reason for that. So I was trying to figure out how the name Scholar fit D'Artagnan specifically. I thought it might because he studied something specific that most didn't or because he studied once he was disgraced. Of that isn't the case it's alright. I might just be over thinking things. I just wanted check.
But wouldn't every other mage, especially his mentor, be the same? Wouldn't have studied? After all his mentor taught him.
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I need one of the NPC's to answer a question for Roxy but I have no idea what the answer would be to do it.

How does D'Artagnan qualify as a scholar. I get that he is educated in the art of magic but so is his mentor.
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