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6 yrs ago
Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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@Jessica Bunny: You live in America! College is optional (and expensive) and around you is opportunity. I believe you can make it!
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6 yrs ago
Magical Girl RP, Original World: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Oh shit, I've been surrounded! The room is ripe with the scent of bitches!
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Interested! And since you mentioned it, yes, I will be a Magical Girl :D
Count me in!
The minors about harvesting crops Pica dismissed - that was something she was used to doing. What she paid close attention to was every detail the Lora Master gave about the procedures of hatching a dragon. It wasn't so difficult, now that she thought about it - the steps taken were similar in process to that of delivering a horse or a cow, the single major difference being how deeply involved they were after the hatching. They couldn't just leave it to a Momma Dragon afterwards, no, they would be doing the raising themselves, a prospect that both excited and frightened Pica. There were so many things that could go wrong in that period, so many ways in which they could err in the raising of their dragonling.
Despite all of her worries, there was one thing that incessantly nagged at the back of her head; the moment the Lore Master brought it up, her breath caught and her mind refused to put it away for long:
Magic.
She was talking about magic, as if it were a real, actual thing. Pica had never seen much outside the village, and everyone here had regarded magic as something of myth, something that existed only in poems and ballads. Now here it was, as real as the bread she had eaten this morning, and she was going to learn it!
Pica raised a hand in question: "Do we have to buy all the supplies ourselves?" she asked with a soft voice.
@Aisling
Despite all of her worries, there was one thing that incessantly nagged at the back of her head; the moment the Lore Master brought it up, her breath caught and her mind refused to put it away for long:
Magic.
She was talking about magic, as if it were a real, actual thing. Pica had never seen much outside the village, and everyone here had regarded magic as something of myth, something that existed only in poems and ballads. Now here it was, as real as the bread she had eaten this morning, and she was going to learn it!
Pica raised a hand in question: "Do we have to buy all the supplies ourselves?" she asked with a soft voice.
@Aisling
@Aisling a'ight, but you're gonna have to wait a few hours. It's 4am over here so she's asleep as of the moment.
@Aisling I could try and get my sister to work on that. But she really doesn't go online as much as I do, so she might be on-off. That asides, I could volunteer for the job :P
Pica thanked the serving girls as they brought her food. Looking at the new arrival that was demanding for the Lore Masters position - didn't she say she was the only one left? - Pica hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble. Deciding to wait and see, Pica just ate in silence.
Pica was done felt a bit restless just laying around and waiting, but thankfully, the Lore Master was signalling everyone to move off now. Getting up to her feat, Pica dusted off her skirt and followed the others back into the inn, looking at all her different companions. They really were a strange and varied bunch. Pica was almost overwhelmed by how so many of them were . . . eccentric, to say the least. They were certainly like no other people she had met before.
Pica listened with avid interest at the tale of the Lore Master. Her heart went out to them. To everyone in that tale. To the people living in fear of the Dragons and their Riders. To the Dragons and Riders who were hunted down to the last. To the world engulfed in war. Pica didn't care who's fault it was, and she didn't ask. All that mattered was that it had happened, and now, there was a chance for it to happen again - starting with them.
But she resolved that she would do everything in her meager abilities to avoid that outcome. As ready as she'd ever been, Pica pricked her finger and copied the letters her friend had written: "PICA", and therefore, signed her name, sealing the Vow.
Pica was wondering on what she should be doing next. Obviously, there were things to prepare: food to pack, clothes to . . .
"Hold on, did she just say fifty gold pieces?!" Pica's thoughts came to a very abrupt halt at the mention of the amount of money the Academy would be providing for them. She'd never so much as held a single silver, let alone a gold, piece! Imagine the supplies of food she could afford with that kind of money.
She shook her head. Now was not the time to be distracted. The Lore Master was giving them instructions on what to prepare and what to buy for the trip. Pica nodded and with a determined face, set off for the village market that. Pica, as the resident orphan, was something of a darling to the locals. They had each had a had - some small, some much - at raising her, so everyone was familiar with her. More than that, her helpful nature was endearing to them, and they regularly gave her good prices; of course, they avoided telling her that, otherwise, she would have refused the offered price.
Now, she was here again, carrying more money than she ever had in her life. Looking around for a certain someone, she finally spotted him. Her friend, the Apprentice Librarian, who had written the letter for her. A child about twelve years of age who could read and write for her. "Tommy! Listen, I got accepted into that Academy I told you about, so that thing I-"
The thin librarian lifted a hand to interrupt her. "Say no more Pica. I've got them ready for you, free of charge." And with that, Tommy Librarian pulled out three books. Titled: How to Read and Write, Volume's I, II & II. "I have to say, I'm glad for you Pica, but we will miss you here."
Gratefully accepting the books from his hands, she nodded, a wistful look crossing her face. "I'll miss you guys too . . ." Pica put the books down and hugged the small boy, before bending down and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Here Tommy, hold on to this," she said, taking out two gold coins from her purse. "For your family."
Without another word - and without listening to Tommy's sudden shocked protests - Pica bolted down the Market. She went around, distributing most of her gold pieces without return, only stopping once it was time for her to pack her things. Along the way, she asked favors from longtime friends at the market, to help her prepare the things she needed.
She came back to camp, with 50 copper, bronze and silver pieces and 5 gold coins. Packed with her were baskets, her bedding's, an small hatchet, blankets, a saw and her windpipe. A smile on her face, Pica hauled her things into the wagon and settled down besides a man with what was probably the largest sword she'd ever seen before.
"'Scuse me, you don't mind if I rest down here a bit while we wait, do you?" she asked politely.
@twannyman
But she resolved that she would do everything in her meager abilities to avoid that outcome. As ready as she'd ever been, Pica pricked her finger and copied the letters her friend had written: "PICA", and therefore, signed her name, sealing the Vow.
Pica was wondering on what she should be doing next. Obviously, there were things to prepare: food to pack, clothes to . . .
"Hold on, did she just say fifty gold pieces?!" Pica's thoughts came to a very abrupt halt at the mention of the amount of money the Academy would be providing for them. She'd never so much as held a single silver, let alone a gold, piece! Imagine the supplies of food she could afford with that kind of money.
She shook her head. Now was not the time to be distracted. The Lore Master was giving them instructions on what to prepare and what to buy for the trip. Pica nodded and with a determined face, set off for the village market that. Pica, as the resident orphan, was something of a darling to the locals. They had each had a had - some small, some much - at raising her, so everyone was familiar with her. More than that, her helpful nature was endearing to them, and they regularly gave her good prices; of course, they avoided telling her that, otherwise, she would have refused the offered price.
Now, she was here again, carrying more money than she ever had in her life. Looking around for a certain someone, she finally spotted him. Her friend, the Apprentice Librarian, who had written the letter for her. A child about twelve years of age who could read and write for her. "Tommy! Listen, I got accepted into that Academy I told you about, so that thing I-"
The thin librarian lifted a hand to interrupt her. "Say no more Pica. I've got them ready for you, free of charge." And with that, Tommy Librarian pulled out three books. Titled: How to Read and Write, Volume's I, II & II. "I have to say, I'm glad for you Pica, but we will miss you here."
Gratefully accepting the books from his hands, she nodded, a wistful look crossing her face. "I'll miss you guys too . . ." Pica put the books down and hugged the small boy, before bending down and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Here Tommy, hold on to this," she said, taking out two gold coins from her purse. "For your family."
Without another word - and without listening to Tommy's sudden shocked protests - Pica bolted down the Market. She went around, distributing most of her gold pieces without return, only stopping once it was time for her to pack her things. Along the way, she asked favors from longtime friends at the market, to help her prepare the things she needed.
She came back to camp, with 50 copper, bronze and silver pieces and 5 gold coins. Packed with her were baskets, her bedding's, an small hatchet, blankets, a saw and her windpipe. A smile on her face, Pica hauled her things into the wagon and settled down besides a man with what was probably the largest sword she'd ever seen before.
"'Scuse me, you don't mind if I rest down here a bit while we wait, do you?" she asked politely.
@twannyman
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