DemonicAngel
Familiar for Hire
Gypsy
Gypsy sat in her high up mansion gazing into her crystal ball. All of this years children would be waking up soon. She was eager to see their first encounters with not only each other but their punishments. This was always one of her favorite parts. It told her a lot about what she needed to do to help these poor lost souls, and which might be able to help each other. If any could. "Let us see what happens." She said aloud as if to someone, but there was no one there but her.
Sen
Sen sat up on the bed and raised a hand ti his neck. His wrists felt heavy and his eyes shot open as he fingers touched cool metal. Sen felt around for his glasses frantically. Finally finding them he stuck them on and looked down. His wrists were encircled by old fashioned shackles, though they were clearly new. Sen dug through thisess and thats till he found a mirror. Surveying himself he found a matching shackle fitted around his neck. "What . . . I remember that lady Gypsy. She did this." He growled out, shoving his face into the side of the bed in front of where he knelt. Sen let the mirror drop from his hand. Then a thought occured. Gypsy had said something about others if he remembered correctly. Leaving the mirror on the ground he really looked around for the first time. There was another boy on a bed, and a small kitten on it's own bed in the long cabin with him.
Gypsy sat in her high up mansion gazing into her crystal ball. All of this years children would be waking up soon. She was eager to see their first encounters with not only each other but their punishments. This was always one of her favorite parts. It told her a lot about what she needed to do to help these poor lost souls, and which might be able to help each other. If any could. "Let us see what happens." She said aloud as if to someone, but there was no one there but her.
Sen
Sen sat up on the bed and raised a hand ti his neck. His wrists felt heavy and his eyes shot open as he fingers touched cool metal. Sen felt around for his glasses frantically. Finally finding them he stuck them on and looked down. His wrists were encircled by old fashioned shackles, though they were clearly new. Sen dug through thisess and thats till he found a mirror. Surveying himself he found a matching shackle fitted around his neck. "What . . . I remember that lady Gypsy. She did this." He growled out, shoving his face into the side of the bed in front of where he knelt. Sen let the mirror drop from his hand. Then a thought occured. Gypsy had said something about others if he remembered correctly. Leaving the mirror on the ground he really looked around for the first time. There was another boy on a bed, and a small kitten on it's own bed in the long cabin with him.