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Would like to get a convo in with Alex, but then I should be good

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"By the Giants, that's grotesque." Rissie paused a moment and peaked back over the balcony at the person up there. That wasn't her speaking, though, was that... her eyes rested on the bottle. It didn't occur to her that maybe whatever was in there was insulting her; she was only interested that there was some intelligent, talking thing in that bottle! Was it a fairy? She'd read about fairies and how often they would be confined in bottles, but, of course, had never seen one herself. So was this it? And they could talk?

She was learning so much! She'd only been gone from the house for an hour, and yet her mind was full of new sights, sounds, and experiences. And no one had kidnapped her or stabbed her or stolen her lute or anything! Honestly, what was so wrong with her being outside? Her excursion really hadn't provided her any evidence that it was a bad thing at all. Sure, this stranger had reached for her sword as soon as she saw her, but she hadn't drawn it or sliced at her or even threatened her, so it was probably just reflexive. And she had what was probably a fairy, and didn't fairies only hang around heroes? Then this was undoubtedly a good person, anyway.

And she was inviting Rissie up to eat with her! Not that Rissie really needed to eat, she'd just had lunch before running away and she'd made sure to pack enough sandwiches to last a few days, but wouldn't it be rude to refuse food? And she also confirmed that it was a fairy, so she was a good person: a hero! Rissie had never met a real-life hero before! Since she had invited her up, Rissie once more hoisted her small body up onto the balcony. "Sure! Do you... want a sandwich?" It would only be fair if she offered something in return.

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As soon as she was out of sight of the guards (around the corner of that accursed wall that she'd only ever seen from the other side before), Rissie let the facade fall. She never could maintain that spell for long, and it was important for her to keep some magical power in reserve just in case she happened to run into someone who would recognize her out here. For that, she had a different disguise planned, a sort of mashup of some of the neighbors' kids that she'd taken to watching from the tallest tree on her grandparents' property. No one would pay attention to the random Terminian kid she'd cobbled together.

But there was no need for that now, what she needed to do was mark her house so she could find it again! Oh, yes, she had everything planned out. Would be no good to get stuck lost somewhere and need to ask for directions to her own house! Not when she had books with seeker spells that she could learn just for this case. She finished the spell, and then, just to be safe, cast the homing version. It pointed her right to the point on the wall that she'd marked, so, satisfied, she looked both ways across the street and dashed across it, into town proper.

Rissie had never been exposed, at least as far as she could remember, to any place other than Dawn Heights. The first big difference that she noticed upon entering West Clock Town was oh man there were so many people! She stood, mouth gaping at the throng, until a guard looked at her curiously. Right, it wouldn't do to draw too much attention to herself. She slipped into the stream of bodies and instantly found herself jostled and pushed and tossed and thrown in a dizzying current that smashed her against other bodies and shut out the sky above her. It was impossible for her to really guide herself through the throng, tiny and confused as she was, until it spit her out in front of some merchants and she dizzily stumbled into the polite space that differentiated the shoppers from the passerbys. Well that had been a new experience!

An excited squeek pierced through the general noises from right behind her, and Rissie spun around to find yet another strange new thing. There, next to an almost-albino Zora lady (who was apparently the source of the squeal) was a man made of rocks. Rissie's mouth dropped open again as she took in the strange sight. His beady eyes were like gems, his back was covered in scoured ridges like tiny miniature mountains. Was this one of the Goron that Rissie had read about? He was so big! Especially relative to the tiny (although not quite as tiny as Rissie) Zora right next to him, whose arms couldn't even reach around his prodigious belly.

But that wasn't the only interesting stall right there. Just beyond this amazing sight was an eyesore, but on this man's counter were wares unlike anything she'd seen, spinning tops that, though she watched for a few prolonged moments waiting for them to show some sign of falling, didn't budge the slightest bit from their whirring motions. Wow, she'd have to ask for one of those, it looked like fun!

She continued down the shoppers' lane, taking in the sights. There were more Gorons, and even a couple of odd wooden people, and the wares on display covered a dizzying variety of uses. Swords, potions, instruments, magical cures for dirty dishes, jewelry, bombs, clothes; if she had heard of it, it seemed like she could find it there. But eventually the calmer lane ran out, and once again she found herself flung about by the press of other bodies going who-knew-where.

By the time she extracted herself on the other side of the throng, Rissie had been pulled along into a completely-different atmosphere. Here music filled the air, the odd mixture of various instruments, songs, and voices providing a strange thrum. Here a man played a guitar and sang of heroes of ages gone by, there a woman played the violin in accompaniment for a troupe of dancing Terminians, and across the street a fat lady belted out something in a language she couldn't understand (or maybe her pronunciation just needed work). Well this was certainly an interesting area! More so than the market, for sure. And maybe Rissie could find somewhere to play, herself! Why, the atmosphere demanded it of her, she couldn't stand by idly when the world was practically begging for her talent.

If only she could find some place to setup. Every reasonably-spaced spot seemed taken, and even some that weren't so-reasonably placed. It wouldn't do to have her music drowned out by her neighbors, and certainly wouldn't be polite for her to try to overpower theirs. But she could be creative, and she liked heights... and there was no one playing in from of the door to that building over there. Mind made up, Rissie swam across the sea of traffic once more, managing to only get swept a few dozen yards off course, and made her way back to that door. The wall was pleasantly rough, almost tailor-made for climbing. It took her no time at all to pull herself up.

Too bad someone else was already there. Hoisting herself up, Rissie finally looked and saw that the area was occupied by a Terminian already. "Oh, ah..." Rissie looked at the person's lunch and the glowing bottle, and then began lowering herself back down. "Sorry." She'd have to find someplace else, darn. That had seemed like an advantageous spot.

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Oh, if we're just going for 3 or 4 words, then Rissie's a Chaotic Good Shapeshifting Bard, I suppose xD

I'm getting a post up tonight, think I will try to steer Rissie to Alex.

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And Rissie's got no skill in armor cuz why would she need armor? Her grandparents probably don't even have any lying around, and it's not something that one can learn from a book!

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Does anybody in particular want to hang out with Rissie? If not, I'mma just have to pick some place randomly :P

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RavenWolf said With the carnival of time just around the corner, she is excited to be traveling to Clock Town with her brother Beorn to have an opportunity to showcase the different tools and objects she and her family have created together. What little of the rumors she has heard hasn't seemed to bother her, putting things

Looks like you're missing the end of your bio here! :O

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Haha, alright, I'm still up for it ;)

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"Come on, I have something to show you!" Rissie pulled her tutor along, he providing as much resistance as he could without toppling the little girl over, the ever-present frown still present as ever. Whatever it was that his pupil had to show him, there was no way that it could be as important as schoolwork. Why, today they were going to cover the Pick-Me-Up spell, his favorite... again. It was good to relearn such useful spells every week, he had decided, with the excuse that since Rissie didn't have field training to pound the magic into her memory, book training would have to do. In reality, his extreme partiality for this spell was from an ineptitude in his own white magics, and he'd been doing his best to cover up that he'd already taught Rissie almost everything that he knew. Almost: he'd managed to stretch it out long enough that they weren't quite finished with new things yet, and good thing, too, since she'd already begun whining about not learning anything in the seven hours he got to "enjoy" in her company. He would insist that the reason she learned so little was because of interruptions like the present one, but then she'd just say that no, it was because he was a grump.

Which he was not. This was not the face of a grump, this was the face of a... studious professor. And said professor was always too busy thinking "big thoughts" to wear anything on his face but a contemplative frown. Not that Rissie was the only one who told him he looked like a grump, but really none of their opinions mattered. He would frown if he wanted to.

Rissie had managed to drag him up two flights of stairs and to her study, and finally released his sleeves to gesture widely at her desk, upon which sat various books and one vial of an almost-purple liquid. "I made a potion! And I want yooooou to try it out!" She got around behind the teacher and pushed him now, against the friction of his firmly-planted heels, toward the probably terrible concotion that he would eventually, more-likely-than-not, drink down reluctantly just so that they could get a move on. This wasn't the first time that he'd been in this situation. There had been the time with the potion that gave him hiccups (though Rissie said she was sorry and that the potion hadn't actually been made to do anything), the one that tasted like smashed pears in vinegar (smashed, not normal-old pears. Rissie had insisted on the distinction, and he'd kind of agreed, too. The words "smashed pears" had come to his mind upon first drinking, not just "pears"), and the one that had made his tongue swell up until they had to take him to the infirmary, where the nurse kindly spent some time explaining allergies to Rissie. Hopefully they were past any repeats of that one.

He let her pester him for a good two or three minutes before relenting, and sniffed the almost odorless liquid for another few before downing it. Rissie ran off to get her pictobox to take pictures "for posterity's sake", and the teacher got to be alone for maybe thirty seconds. By the time that Rissie was back, he'd collapsed in a sleeping mass on the ground.

Well that had gone as well as she'd dared to hope! Rissie jabbed at the man with her foot a few times to make sure he was actually truly asleep, and then her smile grew even larger. Today was the day. She was gonna do the biggest thing in her entire life today, and her professor was going to help. Not that he knew that he would be doing so, but Rissie decided that she would wait a week or two longer before complaining about him again and ending up with a new tutor. He deserved at least that much for aiding her in getting outside to see the town on this Carnival of Time.

But the carnival would start the next day! It was going to be an odd wait, out there beyond the walls that she called home. But she couldn't have escaped tomorrow, because the teacher wasn't going to come over that day: something about it being a holiday and he didn't "intend to spend my Clocktower Festivities sitting in this house making sure that you don't misbehave." And nor did Rissie. And whereas other years she'd settled for making sure that she misbehaved, today it was time to go all-out. Outside the walls, that was.

Her plan was perfect. She'd been working on tuning an illusion to look just like this professor, since she knew that the guardsmen never bothered him; his grumpy face was enough to keep them from asking questions. She would escape one day early since he wouldn't be at the house tomorrow, but that would doubtless be no problem; she could already hear the starts of wares being bartered, and surely finding somewhere to sleep wouldn't be that hard. Maybe she could just climb a tree and sleep in the branches; she'd read plenty of books that used that method, so it must have been a good one.

But she had to get out of here before the sleeping potion wore out. She grabbed her nearly-empty bag, ran through a mental checklist of what else she would need (nothing), and slung it into position over her shoulder. No need for books for two days, certainly she'd be able to find something better to do with her time. She eased down the stairs, and then, as the clock tolled the hour after the professor's arrival, she cast the spell that would make all this possible. Where once little Rissie had been standing now stood her tutor, reflected perfectly visually, all the way down to that frown. Copying the way that he walked, Rissie (for it was, of course, her under the disguise) approached the gate and, without the guards even giving her a second look, stepped through.

Haha, she was free! For the first time in like, forever, she was going to see what the outside world was like!

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