aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 13:24:02 GMT
It was her third day in Magnolia- not really because she wanted to be there for so long, but it was more like she really had no other place to be, and Magnolia itself was so large she could get lost a hundred times over and never really make any headway into the millions of little alleyways and merchant stalls that dotted its landscape. It was the kind of place where everyone was busy with their own version of labor, and those that weren't were immediately busy as customers, whether they wanted to be or not. Every other second Aisha was ushered into some stall or shop selling any sort of knickknack that might appeal to a young girl of her age, and she went along with this seamlessly and shamelessly, mostly because she had to make mental notes of preparation for things she'd eventually come back to take. Not to say that she'd just steal anything she liked, no. That was the kind of thing she'd have done when she was younger. She'd matured now! She'd even buy things. When she has money, anyway. As she walked, she was invited from all three sides, sometimes from cassettes playing the soft, lovely music of the sea, sometimes from the smell of sushi, and other times more directly, from an old man or woman proclaiming loudly that they had just the thing to satiate whatever need she had, which sounded funny to her, because how on earth would they even know what she wanted? There was a certain stall that caught her eye- with beady drapes and pretty, fake jewelry made of stones and seashells and little bracelets and the like laid out on a maroon table. It was homely and dainty, but the wares looked pretty, and Aisha's eyes made the mistake of lingering a little too long, and before she knew it they'd caught hold of some old merchant's eyes, and he invited her in.
"Come, come! A fine lady like you, I'm sure you'll love what we have to sell---"
Notes ■ @solo ■ @solo ■ squints at any stalkers MISSION NAME: Petty Thieve(s)
MISSION RANK: D-rank
NUMBER OF PARTICIPANTS: solo
OBJECTIVE: Stop a petty thief! Or don't-- After all, the bracelet he took is really cute, and it's not fair that he gets to steal what you had your eyes on. Either way, make the merchant man happy. He seems to be in distress. |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 13:26:09 GMT
Aisha pushed aside the bead curtain, already enjoying the look of the dark and cozy interior. The merchant seemed to have a little mattress in the far corner of the tiny establishment, and on a low table that didn't even reach Aisha's knees, there were a bunch of little hand made jewelry and what have yous, something to be expected of a merchant town. Unfortunately, the brunette wasn't in the most spectacular mood, and the only thing that really caught her eye was a pretty little bracelet that would go very well with this certain dress she had... ...Her little thoughts were rudely interrupted by the presence of a man behind her, one that handled the bead curtain with little grace and even went far enough to accidentally shove her. "Hey, watch it," she snapped, eyes turning back to follow the man, only to find that he was at least several inches taller than her. Tch. Another pet peeve struck. She tried to ignore it, though, and instead shot the Merchant an apologetic look so she could scram. "Ah, sorry, Mister, I think I'll pass for now." She began quietly backing out of the shop, making sure to deliberately glare daggers into the eyes of the man that bumped into her, before resurfacing from the dark interior of the merchant's little hut to the bright and sunny atmosphere of Magnolia town. She had only just done so when she bead curtain caught her eye again-- this time it jumped out in a explosive lash as something rushed out from under it. Aisha didn't quite catch what had happened since she was already some meters from the shop, but she thought she saw that bracelet she liked twinkling under the daytime sun, her little daydream whisked away, along with a handful of other equally as shiny goods.
"Hey! Wait!" The feeble voice of the merchant shouted out, and people jumped to the sides so as not to get in the thief's way. He started running wildly, but with such a speed that was clear he knew where he was heading, leaving Aisha to give a low whistle at his bravery. A robbery while the sun was shining its brightest? How very pirate-like of him! An idea crossed her mind and, simultaneously, a smile crossed her lips.
"Don't worry, Mister," she said, giving the merchant an oddly static smile. "I've got your back!" Notes ■ @solo ■ @solo ■ squints at any stalkers |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 13:33:19 GMT
And so the chase began. Despite being so large, the man didn't really seem to have a problem running about, and was very speedy, for a human. Unfortunately, Aisha was a C-rank mage, and very, very used to running. It was in the job description of a part time thief and full time adventurer-- or whatever it was. She was yet to decide on a title. The thought of a single occupation encompassing her was disturbing, so she didn't like ideas of deciding on anything just yet. " Oii!" she chanted while running, earning a terrified look over the shoulder from the man she was chasing. Her skirt billowing in the wind and the keys hanging from her bracelet now tingling against eachother every half second, Aisha could very well have looked like a small child playing tag. If not, of course, for the creepy look in her eyes, something in between innocent excitement and pure bloodlust. " It's lame when you get caught stealing, Mister." He turned a sharp left, like that would deter her. She followed without skipping beat, but the sharp turn in tracks put a sharp turn in her fatigue as well, and she grunted before continuing with her speech: "You should know when to give up!" But in all honesty she herself was getting tired, and even though the man was, too, this was going to be an annoying race to catch up. Especially considering he had just popped into an unfamiliar alley and she was likely going to get lost in a few seconds. Pausing briefly before she thrust herself in too deep, Aisha looked at the sun. She stopped running, looked up, and then began chasing after the man again. She didn't want to get lost in some unfamiliar part of a town she'd only recently entered, but as long as she followed the man she should be okay, right? "Alright-- that's optimal efficiency. Open, gate to wolf!"She held a silver key out to her left, but it didn't stay silver for long, instead rapidly turning into a cherry-like red as a large direwolf was summoned, its body ridden with orange and red markings. It appeared dramatically by her side, running in long and graceful strides to keep up, but that elegance lasted for only a split second before a tongue rolled out and the wolf began barking childishly like it was going to play. Which it probably was, so the age couldn't blame it. Aisha rolled her eyes. "Whatever, you got this, right?"Another series of puppy-like barks to show affirmation. Lupus never was good at being intimidating. Notes ■ @solo ■ @solo ■ summoned- LUPUS (silver key) |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
Profile Image: http://i.imgbox.com/IiqLJJwA.jpg
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 13:37:27 GMT
The man continued in his run, wondering how long it would take to shake the girl off. Did she never get tired or something? God. It wasn't like he was expecting this to happen, okay? He'd seen the same old act happen countless times in Magnolia before-- a man goes up to shop and runs away with what he needs-- sure, it wasn't like he'd seen much of what happened after, but hey. It looked like a good way to start living after he'd failed all those guild try outs back home. He turned around to look at her, and the girl's eyes nearly made his legs freeze-- but he kept running, because honestly, it wasn't that hard. He'd probably catch a break soon, right? The girl was beginning to slow down, even stopping, to catch her breath? At least, that was what he thought until he heard another bark, looked back, and saw a 5 foot wolf trailing behind him. Well shit. The wolf barked , loud. Then the next time he turned around, it was jumping across the walls, and leaving a trail of scarlet flames. The next time he blinked, the wolf was in front of him, and then the next time he tried to draw a breath, the wolf had already tackled him to the ground. It sunk its teeth in--- " Ahhhhhh!"-- to his shirt? " hh?" Before he knew it, he was slammed into the wall, the white wolf staring at him with its tongue out and eyes happy. It began wagging its tail excitedly, like it had just found a new plaything. Savage. The man screamed again, only to stop when he heard a child-like giggle, punctuated by little pauses for breath. It was a sound that was reminiscent of his daughter...if she had an evil twin, or something. The figure that emerged from the shadows was, strangely enough, the same girl that had been chasing after him, dress and hair-ribbons and all. "Ta-daa~" she proclaimed, twirling her dress around. " Did you see that? Isn't Lupus such a cutie pie?" she began petting the mutt, and it licked her face in full earnest, both disgusting the man and terrifying him, all at once. His voice was still shaking when he dropped all the beads and bracelets that he had swiped up to the floor and said,
"Okay, okay! I give in! Give it back or whatever. Ju-just don't let that thing bite!"Notes ■ @solo ■ @solo ■ squints at any stalkers |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
Profile Image: http://i.imgbox.com/IiqLJJwA.jpg
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 13:41:05 GMT
Aisha frowned at the man. "Oh you know, he wouldn't even if I told him to. He's too nice, really." She tsked like it was a shame that her wolf was so well trained, and then knelt beside the stranger, her dress folding demurely against her knees. She wasn't paying him much attention, but every time he so much as flinched, Lupus would bark, and that seemed to effectively put the petty thief in his place. Instead, her hands and eyes were focused on the disarrayed beads and necklaces, and her fingers paused briefly as she held the bracelet in her hands. She sharply turned her head upwards, meeting the man's eyes with a manevolent glare. He let out a small yelp, and Aisha smiled. "Say, Mister." She tossed the bracelet into the air and caught it. "How much do you think they'd reward a hero for stopping the thief?"The man gave her a look like she was crazy, but she didn't mind. Instead, she continued, rambling to herself. "I mean, like, I've never gone to school or anything so I wouldn't know the numbers and all, right. But maybe a third or even a fourth of the 100% that they could have gotten, if they were the thief instead?" The bracelet came up and down again, and Lupus whined and barked and wagged his tail before licking her face again.
"But like, taking the 100% isn't very nice, at least according to a few friends of mine." She caught the bracelet above it's usual point of falling, and slipped it quietly onto her bag. Aisha's hands moved to collect a few more trinkets that wouldn't be missed, but her eyes remained dead set on the thief. The man opened his mouth in protest and she laughed. "Sure sure. Go ahead. It would be funny to hear what you'd say to Mr. Merchant's face---" as if on cue, footsteps filled the alley way, and voices, among which the merchant's stood out, were head. "Oh, speaking of which..."
"Hey--- heyy! Mister!" She called out, waving her arms as she detached herself from the ground and into a position more befitting a hero. Lupus remained the ever vigilant protector of the apprehended, and before long the Merchant stepped into the alleyway, some random guards accompanying him.
"You! You're that girl..." He was breathless, and very old. Aisha felt a teeny bit bad for him, she really did.
"Ah that's right. Here you are." She gave him the pile of stolen wares, and before accepting her outstretched hands the merchant gave her a small bow. "Thank you so much! I know I owe you more than this but---" you really do, don't you? -- " here, take this. A token of gratitude." He had his hands held out, and a small pouch inside them, jingling faintly with the sound of fresh coin.
"Ahh. I really shouldn't..." but her hands moved to take the reward anyway, and as she did, she turned her gaze ever so slightly to the other thief (the one on the floor) and gave him a little wink. Unfortunately, he had already passed out. Notes ■ @solo ■ @solo ■ /end |
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Post by Rytama on May 15, 2016 16:14:42 GMT
Nice solo. I liked Lupus a lot. It's good to see a Celestial Key Mage.
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