Fantasy Magical Revolution -Open/Accepting-

[Cheshire Grin]

Magical Revolution

Magic is a way of life. It has shaped our way of life for so long. The very thought of it being considered evil or blasphemist while science is praised for being always right is spitting on the foundation of our history! Former Founder of Magic Defense Force

Magic, it has fueled our minds and our imaginations for years. While many are skeptical of such a thing existing, there are still a handful of people who still believe in it. The stories of people controlling a small piece of magic is something to marvel at. But what if it was true?

All across the Earth, there are artifacts of the past waiting to be discovered. Waiting to be used by the humans of the world. Many would think the humans of Earth would be accepting of this wonderful thing, but sadly, it isn't like that. While the number of magic users is rising, so are those who believe humans shouldn't have the power of magic or it shouldn't exist. There are also a group of people who believe the magic users should be contained in one area and keep them from causing mischief. These people are PAMO and its sister organization PAMU, People Against Magic Oppression and People Against Magic Users.

The goal of PAMU is to make magic illegal everywhere, claiming the current magic users are nothing more than trouble makers and have treated them like nothing more than second class citizens. For PAMO, they place magic users in concentration camps and keep them separated from their artifact. Because of the mistreatment, a group of radicals had formed their group, bent on protecting the magic users by any means. They are called MDF or the Magic Defense Force. Sadly, because of the MDF, an organization labeled as a terrorist group, have only strengthened the beliefs of PAMU and PAMO. Thankfully, the world hasn't gone completely off the wagon, meaning it is still a safe place for magic users.

Now, it's time to tell your story. It's time to say who you side with and what you have to go through on a daily basis. Who do you side with? Do you side with PAMO and PAMU? Do you side with MDF? Are you on your own? Or do you just not care?

We're waiting for you.

Characters|OOC​

 

[Cheshire Grin]

Andraus Kumori Yurei Severynd Ratatoskr Blackrose7 Some1 Black Jade The Velveteen Rabbit @The Endergod animegirl20 RedVehemence Skeletonjack doneanddusted BlightGiver KAmber Leik Seraph Darkfire Verdas

Annabella S. Sinclair

I believe everyone is special and every soul is precious in their own way. Annabella

The sun shone high in the cloudy blue sky. It was a lovely day, to be honest. The trees waved in the gentle breeze that blew by as the echoes of children ran through the park, it was a weekend so that meant no school. There was shade cast by the trees that had new leaves and flowers. Cherry blossoms, then again, that was Japan for you. Their cherry blossom trees were such a sight to see. Of course, it would depend on who is looking at them, in this day and age, looking at something so beautiful was very difficult. There was a magical aura all around, however, because of this, not everyone was welcomed. Magic was considered bad or satanic. Thankfully, there were still some countries that were considered safe zones for magic users. Thankfully, Japan is one of them.

Within one of the parks with large trees surrounding the play areas, sat a young girl on a bench. She leaned back into the wooden bench, her head jerking every once in a while. Her long silver bangs hanging over her eyes, a soft snoring sound leaving her lips. From the sight of her clothes, it was kind of obvious she was a foreigner. She sat on the bench as if someone dressed up a doll and carefully placed her there, sleeping soundly in the party. Her legs close together and her gloved hands rested on her lap. Her clothes were pristine, though slightly questionable. The dress she wore didn't really look like a dress since it stopped really high at her thighs and the pantyhose who wore were slightly see-through. Her thigh boots were free of scuff and dirt. Her beret was clean and decorated with a silvery blue flower on the left side. Her body was...well, as it had been described by those who were hitting on her...casual chubby, the chub hitting all the right places.

The young woman's name was Annabella, Annabella Sinclair. A native of France and also part American. She was visiting Japan, an area outside of Toyko. It took a lot of convincing from her mother and father to let her go, mainly because they were very protective of their only child. However, they agreed to let her go, of course, not on her own. The family went to Japan and allowed Annabella to leave the temporary home they bought so she could explore. If she ever got lost, she was to call her mother or father. Annabella remembered the instructions and had been wandering ever since. While she doesn't know too much Japanese, she does know how to read some of the signs to know her way around. But right now, she was just resting. Sleeping, actually, on a bench in a park. A little habit she was known to do sometimes. Many questioned how she was able to do it, but she was never able to answer that. Thankfully, she was a light sleeper when it came to sleeping on park benches, so if someone happened or someone touched her, she would wake up almost immediately.

 

[RedVehemence]

The streets, they ran rather silently for how crowded they were. Black and white clothing, suits, pencil skirts, short heels, and ties. Few to no cars on the streets, and that seemed almost like a good thing. The neon lights and bright sighs meant next to nothing in the sunlit scape of this day, but characters that painted them meant even less. A feathered shadow of a man drifted through the crowed, standing a tad taller than most other pilgrims of the dreaded "business commute," and even more stark compared to the youth passing him and infesting the infrastructure. The civilians made sure to leave a gap between him and them. While it was a safe country, Japan for wielders of artifacts, the segregation was real. Yet, the masked man was unperturbed by the fact. His eyes, obscured by black glass lenses from the visage of a raven he wore, he was looking down at them as they passed. They were at least not staring at him, So reserved...Others would stare, but the people of this country, this city, they avoided his image. It didn't help anything. His eyes flicked up to the signs too, what did they mean? He quickly reminded himself that it was frivolous, disgusting. More and more, "Isn't that the philosophy?" His voice was almost not much more than a low hum.
This man took the name Sevelance Excaltzeon, the identity of a porcelain skinned man, a purely solemn expression adorning his face, clad in feathered and tough black. No skin of his was exposed, wrapped leather, cotton, nylon, more synthetics and a few mystical artifacts made sure of that as his cloak remained closed, his hands meeting on his hard and slim abdomen, a chain dangling from the two underneath the impenetrable plumage. One color he believed hid things well than any combination, and one absence of color hid his features more than any other during a large portion of time. He needed to find a less crowded place, because while there was sanctuary, that didn't mean there was free room and board. He needed to find a place by nightfall that had no.... Night life.
He passed by the gate of a park in his drifting, yes, any wilderness outside the city was a good solution, and the park reminded him of that. He wasn't there for safety after all, but rather just hoping to come across something, anything helping him find any force or assets of MDF. Without the chains of family or loved ones obliging him to reconsider his path, and the strong desire to fulfill the promise of service to what he interpreted as those far wiser and much more graceful than himself or the undeserving world around him, there was nothing to stop him from dying, or if the pieces fell where they rightfully belonged killing. The judge and jury had already decided, he didn't care to question, for he was the executioner. Might as well be at peace with what the powers at be have decided through him.
A glimpse of white, of shape, glimmering in contrast to all others around shone through the park to where his tired eyes laid. She sat upon the bench, and stood out as a definite homage to the whole sanctuary status of the country, because she was clearly not from it, and so he took the safe bet that the unconscious woman was magical. Foolish to sleep so openly if it was true. However, death was not close, and for just a moment, he felt a drop of fear. She was pretty, and she was in danger... One being a trait he shared. Against his best interests, he croaked as a raven would, with fairly significant volume. He hated himself afterwards, she was the same no-matter the differences. Shallow and disgusting, and they would all be close soon enough. However, while one voice said, let the diseased die, another voice said, please do this for her.
He wouldn't see if it woke her up, he would just continue on. Last thing he needed was to suffer another disease.
Such a disappointment.
Cheshire Grin
@ anyone else.

 

[BlightGiver]

It could not have been a more beautiful day; clear skies, warm weather, peaceful ambiance. Although, it would appear this perfect day would be wasted on this newcomer to Japan. Enter, Chad White; an American citizen, seemingly out of place in a country like Japan. A well built, bald, young man,looking around constantly. He was adorned by a partially unzipped hoodie revealing his bare chest, casual jeans and hiking boots; in addition to a fancy necklace around his neck and a weapon of some sort in a scabbard at his waist. "Ah, crap." He berated himself quietly. "Where the hell was that restaurant?" Chad had gotten himself lost; he had made a reservation at a fancy local establishment where he would meet up with his friend he was travelling with. Unfortunately, navigation wasn't exactly his forte, hence his current predicament. The tourist scanned his view, trying to identify some markers that would lead him in the proper direction. "I knew I should've written the directions down." Chad muttered and lightly punched his head.

Minutes pass and Chad doesn't make much progress; or maybe you consider him being more lost as progressing. His current location was now in a park; nice scenery with walking areas for exercise and play areas for young kids. As evidenced by what's around, many people had taken advantage of the perfect day and were enjoying the outside at this park. Couples going for jogs, people walking their pets; Chad would certainly seem a bit out of place, since his attire would suggest him as being an inside person. That description wouldn't be entirely inaccurate, mind you. He let out a huge sigh and resumed walking in no particular direction.

Despite the circumstances, Chad soon found a good reason to have gotten lost. On a bench was a very beautiful woman taking a nap; Chad nearly did a double take when he saw her. Being a normal guy, Chad slowed his pace to get a decent look at her and he wasn't disappointed. This lack of attention to his surroundings would prove unwise as a bystander's dog ran right by Chad's feet as he was walking. The distracted lad ground his steps caught short and he lost his balance; his whole body began to plummet forward to the ground. "Shiiiit!" Chad exclaimed loudly as he came to realize what had just happened.

Surprisingly, there was no impact with the ground; Chad opened his eyes and could see the pathway a foot below his face, yet he did not fall. Immediately, he noticed a point of pressure on his chest, something held him up. "H-hey!" Chad said and stood himself up. "That was a great save, thanks." He was speaking to no person, but the blade from the scabbard at his waist. This was a special type of weapon, a dagger with a waved blade known as a kris. This one had saved Chad from face planting into the concrete, by shooting into the air and holding up his body with the end of its handle. Yes, a magic artifact; this wasn't too weird, but Chad seeming to have a conversation with it could be considered pretty out there. Lost in the moment, Chad quickly remembered how bad it would be for anyone to find his kris, known as the Taming Sari. "Quick, get back into your scabbard!" He whispered to the floating weapon; it obliged and followed his order. This would not be something to worry about, since Japan is a safe haven for magics; alas, Chad is ignorant of this fact.

Cheshire Grin RedVehemence

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Katla Olvirsson

In heavenly rays of golden light, the sun filtered its way through the leaves of trees that shivered gently in the warm breeze. It was a lovely day, and Japan was as busy as ever. Not too far away from the hustle and bustle of the city was a fairly large park where varieties of people could be found strolling about. One woman, however, seemed to stand out like a sore thumb among them. She was clearly a foreigner, her silky platinum blonde hair swaying in the breeze ever so gently. She was dressed in a navy blue dress that flowed out above her knees and was tight at the waist, casual yet feminine. Oddly enough, the woman seemed to be a bit offstandish, standing by herself near a pond filled with pebbles and the occasional lily pad.

However, that didn't mean she hadn't grabbed the attention of those from afar.

Leaning down, Katla quietly opened the violin case resting at her feet, carefully lifting the beautiful instrument and the bow into her hands. It was the perfect day to practice, so the Icelandic native had decided to play for a little while. She brought the violin towards her jaw and gently nestled it underneath her chin, beginning to slowly play a beautiful, yet haunting tune. It echoed throughout the park and caused those around her to stop and look around, trying to search for the source of the wonderful music. Once their eyes had settled on the woman playing across the pond, they couldn't seem to look away.

Spoiler

Katla played for quite some time, until eventually her enchanting song had ended, and she slowly opened her eyes. She let out a soft sigh and took a seat on the bench, carefully resting the violin and the bow in her lap. Japan was said to be a safe haven for those who use magic.

She just hoped that was true...

Anyone nearby

 

[Andraus]

Yaro Azar The Velveteen Rabbit
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Yaro's day had not had a pleasant start.

He had gotten yelled at by his parents and his senior spirits for his lack of efforts, had to sit through boring political classes the entire day, missed breakfast and lunch, and had generally not been able to relax once. Naturally? He took the easy way out- He teleported away, taking only one of his spirits as a body-guard with him. The spirit was a Slime Dragon, going by the name Ryo, which was one of the few that never gave him a real hard time. After slipping on his favorite hoodie, so he didn't get stared at, he would just use the wind magic to take him outside of the city, looking for a bite to eat and some peace and quiet.

He got himself a small bag of burgers, two orders of fries, and two teas....When he said he had not eaten at all, he meant it, and his abilities gave him a near ravenous appetite.

As he was floating in the air with his food, he caught the sound of a violin. Ryo stirred from his shoulder, as he slowly floated down, pulling his hood up. He was easily recognizable, and he'd rather not deal with people bugging him. As he listened to the music, he saw Ryo slowly gliding through the air, as if curious about the woman below. When she was finished, Yaro looked towards Ryo, who gave him a look that basically said

'Come on, let's introduce ourselves'.

Nodding, Yaro let the wind die below him, and his feet touched the ground. He walked up to the woman, and spoke politely, clapping his hands. "Lovely playing. Schubert's Ave Maria, correct? I've only heard it''s piano accompaniment before, but it as a solo violin was beautiful."

Yaro felt a poking at the back of his head, and saw Ryo was holding the food. Chuckling at his friend's antic's, he spoke up. "My spirit-friend and I were about to go and have a meal. Would you like to join us?"

Chris Ramos (Open for Interaction)
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In the distance, near the slums of capitol city of japan, one of the 'abandoned' factories was ablaze. Inside, gang members were shooting at a being consumed in flames, for having begun destroying their operations in the city. Their bullets didn't seem to hurt him, they seemed to only piss him off! The flaming creature would grab one of the gangsters by the throat, before throwing him out the window, roaring with unbridled fury at the remaining members.

"Why. Won't. You. Die?!"

"Jesus Christ, nothing's killing it!"

"The hell is this thing?!"

"I'm not waiting to be killed by a monster!"

The creature proceeded with it's rage, killing any gangsters it got close too. When one tried to hide in a closet from the creature, it would simply punch a whole through the door, before flooding the room with fire, causing the chemicals inside to explode. Finally breaking into the main office, a single woman would be behind the desk, injured and only a pistol in her grip. Jumping up, trying to get the drop on him, she'd be surprised to watch him grab the pistol....before melting it in his hand.

She would then get lifted up by the shirt. She had expected to be killed, but the being would simply hold up the picture of a woman. The being would speak up. "Where. Is. She?"

The woman would chuckle lightly as she heard this. "Why? Ex lover or something?" She said, before being slammed down onto the desk, it being broken. She now had a piece of wood through her side. "AGH! Alright, Alright!.....Some woman, going by the name Alma or something, I don't know, came to us looking for passage out of japan, and into Russia. She paid good money, so I helped her out. Her boat leaves in two days....Tsuneishi Ship-building. You go there then, you'll be able to find her." She said, before standing up. "Will you let me go?"

The creature would stare down at her, before grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up. "No."

~Some time later~

The police arrived at the scene, getting every body that was inside the abandoned factory. The place would have to be torn down now, and with the gang inside gone, there was no more drugs (at least from here) being pushed into the street. Chris would just have a hand on his chin as he began walking. He had taken the money from their safe, a total of $2,000 on average in U.S. dollars. His mind was, however, on what the woman had said before he ate her soul. Tsuneishi, huh..... It wasn't like he had a lot of options, this was the closest he had gotten to her in the last year. If he waited instead of looking, he'd have her right where he wanted her.

Chris could still remember the words Lucifer spoke to him. "Bring us the girl, wipe away the debt."

He was so close....just a bit more!

Chris would just be walking out of the town to lay low. If someone with magic was looking, they'd see the look of unbridled fury in his eye, the flames dancing on the edges.

Alfonso Jabari Cale BlightGiver Cheshire Grin
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Everyone needed a bit of relaxation time. Just a time to get away and avoid the problems of the world, right?....Yeah, Alfonso was no such person. He was currently jumping from tree to tree outside the city, counting to himself for each tree. As he came to his two hundred marker, he saw a shrine not too far off. The place seemed old.....Maybe there were things that he could buy there? History always had a way of showing itself, maybe he could find some items there?

Jumping down on his feet after his two hundred and fifteenth tree, He'd dust himself off, before seeing a man huddled over a sleeping girl, trying to wake her up. Alfonso would just walk over, scratching his head. Using his observation skills, he saw the woman was young, wearing french-styled clothes, american looking, and was casually chubby, which was (in his opinion) very adorable. Walking over, he'd speak to hi,. "Ya know, gent, if you're huddled over her like that, she's bound to get the wrong impression, same with passerby's. Friendly advice, ya know?"

He would would walk towards the girl, but keep a few feet away. Thinking for a second, he'd reach into his travelling bag. "Let's see....Ah, here we are." He said, before pulling out a cinnamon bun. Looking at it, he'd shake his head. "Hmm, too cold....Let's warm this up, shall we?"

Holding it in a piece of foil, he'd close his eyes, and mutter a single word. "Upphitun"

The bun would heat up, the glaze on it now warm, making it nice and chewy. Alfonso would then wave this under her nose. "Never met someone that didn't wake up to the fresh scent of cinnamon buns..."

 

[KAmber]

Harold Harebourg chuckled as he walked down the street, eating some imagawayaki. He didn't really care about how the crumbs would change his appearance, because they didn't. When a crumb or bit of azuki or something would fall on his clothes, it would disappear.

It wasn't the clothes itself, which, in this case, were a purple dress shirt with suspenders and a pair of very very dark blue pants. It was the stubborn galoshes which wouldn't change shape no matter how hard he willed them. They were the magical artifact, along with a tinder box which was hanging on his belt. He always had a pack of matches up his sleeve, since the box needed something to strike it and make fire.

He walked around for a while and then went to a place for a meal.
(sorry, didn't exactly pay a lot of attention to the posts so could someone tell me which time of day it is?)
It was a small little place with a few tables. He settled down at a booth and asked the waiter for a bowl of miso broth. Just the broth. When the man brought him his order, he took it and teleported. He was wearing a fur coat with a black dress shirt now. He walked around, drinking his miso, and walked around to a park.


"Great day, isn't it?"

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

↞Wan Avci↠

"Deep breath, feel the thrum of the string" Wan mumbled to himself as he laid in the grass. Held above his head was a small plastic bow made for children. He'd picked it up shortly after entering the country. If it was out in the wild, he'd be using his actual bow, but Japan had laws against wielding weapons out in public. He could go to a dojo or some other training facility, but it was such a nice day, he thought he'd spend it outside. Of course, the toy bow was made for kids so Wan couldn't even use one tenth of his true power.

It was still a fun way to spend time. When he let out his breath, he let loose the toy arrow causing it to fly into the air. Despite being a toy, it actually went quite high. It passed through the branches in the tree he was resting before softly dropping back towards him. He looked at the tip and saw that he'd pierced a few Sakura petals. He frowned slightly "Still not as good as I am with the Bow" he mumbled. He'd long found out that his archery skills increased when he used his actual bow, but it was a bit of an unpleasant experience, knowing that his skill wasn't entirely his own.

He pulled the petals off and knocked the arrow once more. A great archer could hit anything, a Master archer could miss even in a sea of bodies. When he let loose the arrow, that was what he was aiming for, he was aiming to miss hitting any petals However, he still wasn't at that level just yet.

❉Alice❉

Sitting in a Sakura tree near the shrine was a young woman with startling red hair, though at the moment it seemed to mix quite well with the beautiful pink surroundings. She was resting against a branch with a soft smile on her face as she took small bites out of the Japanese crepe she'd bought. This young woman was the immortal Alice, the monster with red hair.

"Mmmhmm!" Alice giggled to herself as she bit into the crepe once more "Oh, Japan has come so far since the last time I was here" she said wiggling a little in her spot. Alice loved getting deep into the culture of the country she was in. She was even wearing clothing that she thought looked cute and fit Japan's style. They were specially made to fit her style, though they weren't cheap.

She'd left her footwear at the base of the tree and was just dangling her stocking covered feet over the edge of the tree as she ate. Strangely enough, Alice was not in Japan because it was safe, she'd just wanted to visit since it'd been a long time since she'd last visited and she'd been hearing good things.

Her tied up hair danced in the wind as she swayed left and right with it. Alice was always the most happy when she was doing something she wanted to do.

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[doneanddusted]

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Julia had been to Japan before. Her rich aunt often took her there, actually, having studied Japanese. The two would explore everything Japan had and would enjoy themselves. Julia loved her aunt... she was the only other magic user in her life, after all. Now the girl, wearing her favorite white tee shirt and short jeans, roamed an area outside of Tokyo. The Ring of Gyges was on her right hand, her fast walker boots were on her feet (where else would she trust it to be?), and good ol' Varunastra were on her ears, in the form of earrings. Julia was starving, of course... she forgot to eat breakfast. She had money... but she was too lazy to buy anything. The girl strolled around the park, sort of enjoying the cherry blossoms, until she heard the sound of a violin. Where was it coming from? Julia immediately went to go find the source of the song. She laid eyes on a pale woman with very light hair, who was most definitely not a local. Well, that made sense. Japan was a safe haven for magic; all sorts of refugees would be here. The girl stayed for a while to listen, and then looked away when the woman stopped. Some kid flew up to her, but Julia didn't pay too much attention.

The girl had never liked showing her magic, or bringing any attention to the fact that she had magic. She didn't want to catch attention from the wrong people, and she really had no use for running around at the speed of light or going invisible for no reason. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She popped her earphones in. It was time to play some rhythm games.

 

[Black Jade]

《《The Girl》》​

☆☆☆☆☆
Before we even start, let her get something straight. It is not, Daniel, it is Daniel. No, not Dan-Yell. It is, Dan-Yull. She can not stress that enough. It was something she could not stress enough, to the point where if anyone called her by her nam incorrectly, she would kick them in the throat. Yes, it had gotten THAT bad. And that brings us, sadly, to current time. Where Daniel is trying to talk to a Nymph, who seemingly keeps calling her by her incorrect name.

"It's Daniel Dammit!" She growled, "Get it right!" The Nymph laughed, "Daniel!" She yelled, and Daniel Groaned. She was currently in Olympus, where she mostly spent her time now. The Goddess, Minerva, giggled slightly. "Do not fret, young one, they are children after all."

"Annoying as hell ones at that." She muttered with a sigh, turning to Jupiter. "Jupiter, get me out of here, I'm done." The body of thunder nodded, a whole in space and time appearing, as she turned to Minerva. "Later~" She nodded, stepping through the portal back to the real world.

 

[madame moiselle]

Isaiah Gayipov

He was finally here.
Japan.

A young man who didn't look a day over twenty, was wandering the great streets of Japan, absolutely awed at how beautiful and modernized everything seemed. Buildings surely as tall as the Pyramids touched the cerulean sky in the distance, glistening in the morning sun. Japanese advertisements were plastered everywhere, and people milled the area, which meant more than a few harsh bumps here and there. Sleek cars drove past and city life hummed in Isaiah Gayipov's ears. He loved it all, he truly did, but the city was also crowded. The streets were crowded, and so were the restaurants, cafes, shops---all of it. He didn't like the way they were all cooped up. The deserts were wider, more vast, and you felt freer. Isaiah needed something like that; downtown made him feel claustrophobic.

Isaiah didn't blend well with the crowd; one look at him, and one would easily discern that the young man was a tourist. Isaiah was wearing a large white cloak that flapped in the wind, dark trousers that surprisingly looked stylish and was adorned in more than a few pieces of jewelry. He had to ditch the bigger pieces because walking with heavy amounts of accessories tended to slow you down.

Isaiah was here for the first time, alone and pretty naive. He had traveling experience yes, but that only went as far as his neighboring Middle Eastern countries. Only his merchant father had been to countries that required a flight or a boat. Stubbornly sticking to the old-fashioned ways, Isaiah's father liked to take boats. Isaiah knew his way around an airport, but he had only been a plane a couple times. The young man had yet to convince his headstrong father that taking a plane was far easier and comfortable.

Right now, it may seem like Isaiah was on another traveling expedition, enjoying life to the fullest, enjoying freedom as an adult. If only that were true.

Isaiah was also here for another, far more serious reason; to escape the PAMU. The organization was strong in Egypt, and growing in Uzbekistan. Their influence was spreading across neighboring countries. Suddenly, magic was forbidden, and anyone who practiced it would be labeled a criminal and hunted down. Isaiah wasn't safe. The rumors about what was done to magic wielders didn't help either. Fearing for his son's life, Mabu sent him to Japan, telling him to stay there until the PAMU had died down. Magic was less prohibited here in Japan and users were able to practice without fear of getting caught supposedly. Isaiah had brought little with him; a little money, some extra clothing and most importantly, his artifacts. His Helmet of Invisibility was in his burlap bag, the other he was wearing as a belt; the Megingjord. The final artifact, he was using as a walking stick; the Staff of Ra. He would guard those precious objects with his life.

Wanting to get away from the crowded area, Isaiah found his way to the spacious parks, relishing the space. People stared at him sure, but that didn't matter; as long as he wasn't in that crowded downtown. He was hungry, and was looking around for food, until suddenly, the soft musical sound of the violin caught his attention, leading him to a particular spot in the park, his hunger all but forgotten. The music was so beautifully hypnotizing, and Isaiah soon found its source; a girl with blond hair and a pretty face. He and many others gazed on as she finished her piece and went to sit down, neatly putting her violin on her lap. Positively enchanted, Isaiah couldn't help but approach her, his honey-golden eyes shining, planning to give her some sort of reward for the winsome piece of music.

"Excuse me if I interrupted anything," he apologized, glancing between the lady and the boy who was conversing with her about meals. He was smiling, and the Egyptian accent was thick, mixed with the dialect of Uzbek. "But I just wanted to say that piece you played was irresistibly beautiful. Here--" Isaiah pulled out a 500 yen coin (currency in Japan; it equals to about four dollars in USD) and handed it to her. "A token of my gratitude." Remembering about his hunger and incapability to find a place to get food, he added (not forgetting to be gracious), "Do you mind if I join you on your way to a meal? I can pay, if you'd like."

Interactions: The Velveteen Rabbit Andraus ​

 

[Leik]

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Thomas had always wanted to take a trip to Japan, as it was one of few places he had never been. He wanted to experience the culture, eat the food, meet the people, and just explore in general, and if he could do all that while shopping for anime merch, he would be in heaven. But sadly that wasn't the reason he dragged his ass halfway around the earth. The real reason was that Norway wasn't safe for those who possessed magical items, at least for those who weren't willing to part with them. So, to protect himself and his thing, Thomas ran away to Japan, a place he knew was somewhat of a safe zone.

The air in the coffee shop was thick with the scent of coffee, almost so thick that you could drink it. "I can escape a country, but will I ever escape Starbucks?" Tommy mumbled to himself, as he heard a very upbeat employee shout his name. Tommy grabbed his large caramel macchiato out of the employee's hand, gave the man a nod as thanks before heading out of the tiny, overcrowded shop. The streets outside the shop were just as crowded, if not more, but just a few meters away there was a park that Tommy had grown quite fond of during his asylum here in Japan.

The park was overflowing with flowers in all shapes, sizes, and colors. This scent filled the whole park, but it wasn't overpowering or unpleasant, Tommy, in fact, found it quite calming and soothing. His favorite spots in the park were the benches close to the flower beds, or under the old trees. But today he was stuck having to sit by one of the fountains, throwing quick glances at the people passing by, making up stories of who they were and what they were doing. That was how Thomas made time pass. He had tried getting work, but it was hard as most places required him to at least know a shred of Japanese. So instead, he sat in parks, with his coffee, looking at other people.

Anyone .

 

[Sugary_Paragraphs]

The Self-Proclaimed Waste Of Space​

Onigiri Yamu

If you were to ask for one meaning of such a name, you would be met a wide array of them. The fat kid, the midget, the magic-user, ...the murderer. Although they sounded harsh from a different perspective, they were all true. And today...

He could add 'Failed Stowaway' to the list.

"...Great..." Onigiri quietly said to himself as he watched the ship he was technically 'living' in sail away. He was such an idiot. Why did he leave?! He groaned and turned back to view the docks of Japan. He had quickly ran out the cargo hold to hide on deck for a bit when he heard the intercom telling the passengers that they reached another destination. They always went straight for the cargo hold after they docked, and there was no way he was going to get caught after so long...it was actually kind of funny. He had done it so much he was actually decent at it...or at least, would've been. He didn't want to look out into the ocean, his fear of the large body of water nearly making him puke, so he decided to look at just where they've arrived...and it was Japan.

It was all a blur after that. He could only recall slowly getting off the boat in wonder before his memories turned to walking across busy streets, reading Japanese signs he was able to understand due to the teachings of his father, and big tall buildings that looked admittedly better than those in America. To think, he was here in the place dozens of Anime/Manga geeks dreamed about. No google images or outspoken day-dreaming of his father, but the real thing actually was in front of him...his father...

A sad look crossed Onigiri's face as his mind went back to his current situation. Staring at the boat that was now just a speck. He had spent too long outside the boat...and it left without him. He looked at his feet and gave the winged shoes adorning it a long look before looking back up at the ocean and shivering. There was no way he was going to fly back to the ship. Everyone would notice him...and just the thought of flying over the deep blue abyss nearly caused his heart to stop. With a sigh, he hefted up his duffel bag, turned, and walked away from the docks and once again into the busy streets of his father's homeland.

As pretty as it was, he didn't feel as if he belonged here. He was only part Japanese because he was his father's offspring. And he was born in America, so he didn't know much on their culture besides the language and the foods there...not like he had the money for the latter anyway. He didn't notice that he passed a park gate, still looking down at the ground in despair. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and felt his fingers brush across his other artifact. With a frown, he pulled it out and looked at it. The Thunderstone...the very reason he was in this mess in the first place. And he still hadn't thrown it the way! Why couldn't he throw it away?! Heck, he could've even thrown it in the ocean just moments ago.

...Was he really so interested in Magic that killing meant nothing to him?

Before he could contemplate on this, he bumped into someone's leg, causing him to yelp and quickly shove the stone back into his pocket. "GA-GAH! I-I'm so-" He stopped as he stared up at the man in front of him. His skin was pale...very pale. And he had to look up a bit more than he usually had to with most people. And everything else about him was so...Black. He gulped, and with a shiver, took a step back and looked down. He tried to get the words for his apology out again, but felt himself stop short at every attempt.

RedVehemence

 

[RedVehemence]

Something bumped into him, small and heavy, and while the initial reaction to lash out nipped at the edge of his mind, instead the crow masked man turned his head in a snap and set his lens hidden, predatory eyes on the boy at his legs after catching his balance against the wrought iron gate by his hand. The boy, plump and awkward, had a hand in his pocket and was trying to apologize before seeing Sevelence. He needed not the visage of Badb to induce fear in this boy, as diminutive as he was. The apology never came, not that he expected one, the boy showing clear signs of intense fear, stopped by what he thought was his obligation.
Sevelence crouched, in front of the boy slowly and with a rapid grasp, grabbed for the boy's wrist of his pocketed hand. If there was a chance of him being pick-pocketed, he needed to eliminate those who tried. He didnt much car for money, but sometimes the hunt and gather turned up nothing, and he needed food.
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[Verdas]

Luna Is. Cumming​

It was a wonderful day in the country of Japan. The sun smiled warmly at it's inhabitants, and the sakura leaves blew softly in the wind. Unfortunately, such a beautiful day was wasted on Luna, who payed no heed to such things. Instead, she gave her attention to mobile games and snacks, leaning back on a bench located in the park. There was a can of Pringles open beside her, which would explain why there were crumbs all over her black coat, the Babr-e Bayan. She wore a plain silver ring on her left ring finger, while her white-hilted dagger, Carnwennan, was sheathed and hung by her waist, though it was hidden under her coat.

She had long black hair which extended all the way down to her waist, eye-catching purple eyes, and an incredibly short height. She was so short, in fact, that the moment one laid eyes on her, the first word that would come to mind was 'midget'. While she was clearly a foreigner, her age was almost impossible to guess due to her height. Her body, contrary to her height, was quite well developed and mature. All peculiarities (including the fact that she was a midget) aside, she could almost pass for a tourist.

Due to old habits, and for safety purposes, she still tried to keep the fact that she was an artefact/magic user hidden. Japan was still safe for people like her, but who knew how long that'd last? When sh¡t goes down, she'd rather not be identified immediately as a magic user. Fortunately, her artefacts were not only easy to hide, but also made hiding itself a much simpler task.

Unfortunately, there were other foreigners in the park with her who, like her, stuck out like sore thumbs. One of them had even taken out a violin and began playing it for all to hear, attracting further attention to them. It wasn't like it bother her, though. The music was quite pleasant to listen to, pleasant enough to make her stop playing video games, which was no small feat. She decided to get off the bench and talk with some of them. Perhaps one of them knew enough Japanese to actually help her out. She didn't understand any of the characters, and most of the words felt like tongue twisters. Even if none of them actually spoke the language, there was still nothing wrong with making new friends.

 

[Sugary_Paragraphs]

The Self-Proclaimed Waste Of Space​

Oni bit the bottom of his lip as he just stood there. Awkwardly. Neither of them were saying anything, either. What should he do?! He didn't even apologize yet, and that was because he was literally too scared too! He heard the man shift a little, and felt as if he was bit closer, in terms of height anyway, to him as well. Ju-Just wait for him to say something and then run! Ja-Japan was a large place, right? And what were the chances that he'd see him again? Just stay calm, and-OHNOOHNOOHNO!

For a second, his heart actually stopped when he felt the man's cold hand grip at his wrist and pull. And unfortunately, Onigiri had no strength to really speak of, meaning his hand was easily pulled out of his pocket...while he was still holding on to the Thunderstone. His head immediately snapped up to man, nearly jumping at the sight of the mask, and he felt shake harder at his artifact revealed in the open. "U-Uh...co-could you...letgoplease?!" He near whispered, pulling at the man's grip a bit.

RedVehemence

 

[RedVehemence]

Ripping the boy's hand from his pocket revealed a strange stone. While he was relieved it was not his wallet, he began to wonder why the boy felt the need to hide a strange rock. The first thing that came to mind was that he was accustomed to losing and this is something that held great value to him. However, the shaking he felt in the boy spoke far more than anything else, and the fact that he expressed this great amount of disdain enough to ask for Sevelance to let go only compounded the fact even more so. His curiosity was peaked, and his head tilted in interest before he began to ask in a rather insidious tone, "Why is this so important to-" Before something stopped him.
He really looked at the boy for the first time. Messy, disheveled. He didnt look like he had bathed in a while, just a general mess. Like he had been trying to survive, like Sevelance once had. Strange for a boy of his stature....
Sevelance let go and stood, sighing and reaching into his pocket underneath his cloak. This boy was poor, or just seemed to be, either that or he had been in a scuffle and didnt get hit, which Sevelence found unlikely. He was not close to death, and well he still retained the trait that he would not kill without reason. Especially a kid like that, in over his head it seemed. Sevelance asked while pulling out his wallet, fingering through some useless bills and them more native notes, and with a more relaxed and cooperative tone, "Where you off to kid?"
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[BlightGiver]

Chad recovered from his folly, making sure that the Taming Sari was back in its scabbard. "One of these days, you and I shall have a chat about appropriate times for you to come out." He suggested, followed by a pat to the weapon's handle. Chad would have resumed going about his day when a male voice from behind spoke to him. "Ya know, gent, if you're huddled over her like that, she's bound to get the wrong impression; same with passerby's. Friendly advice, ya know?" the voice stated. With a quick turn, the accused American was face to face with a young man with purple-red tinted eyes; Chad straightened himself and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, sir, but you seem to have gotten the wrong idea. I was not trying anything, especially an attempt to wake her up. A dog managed to run right by me and made me lose balance. Plain and simple, that's all that happened; I swear." His composure was sharp in the presence of this stranger, and with good reason. Chad knew of his innocence; whether someone unknown thought otherwise is not a concern to him.

The stranger shrugged his shoulders and reached into his pack..Whatever he intended to retrieve was slightly intriguing; the reality was no so. In his hand, the stranger held a cinnamon bun; the sight made Chad remember where he was supposed to be. This fact was further cemented by his stomach growling. Surely, the bun would have been cooled by now, and the stranger realized this. What happened next was surprising to someone like Chad; the stranger put foil on the bun and whispered some sort of phrase. Somehow, the bun, when revealed, was steaming warm again. Such an unusual display, almost like...magic. 'Oh shit....' Chad hissed and took a step back. Magic users were considered illegal in most parts of the world; he assumed it was the same in Japan. 'Better not be seen with this guy, lest I want to suffer the consequences.'

His worries would be put aside though, as the stranger held the now fresh bun in front of the sleeping girl's face. Chad's jaw dropped at the irony of the situation. The man retracted the bun, seeming to be surprised at it's failed attempt at waking the girl up. "What was that about people getting the wrong idea?" Chad berated him, crossing his arms. "That's weirder than my prior loss of balance; what's with you?" Chad's words were a bit harsh; he considered them appropriate for this given situation though.

Andraus Cheshire Grin

 

[KAmber]

Wow, he really needed to stop talking to himself. Maybe it was the galoshes.

In any case, he continued walking and drinking his broth. His attire had changed once again; it was now a red vest over a white shirt with a numerous amount of folds for a collar that they looked amazing. Two people were standing over another person who seemed to be prone. That seemed interesting enough. He walked over and tapped one of them on the shoulder.
"Hello! How do you do?" He got his matches out of his sleeve and struck it against the tinder box, which summoned a hound he could put his soup on. "Shake my hand?"

 

[Cheshire Grin]

Annabella S. Sinclair

I believe everyone is special and every soul is precious in their own way. Annabella

Mood: Waking up and confused
Location: The park
Interacting with: Andraus and BlightGiver
Noticed: RedVehemence (feeling of dread)
Mentioned: None

Annabella slept soundly, her head still jerked up and down. Her hands still resting her on lap. It wouldn't be long until she got a feeling of dread. She didn't like it, it was getting hard to sleep because of it, then again she didn't know that she was sleeping, 'Wh-What is this feeling? I-I don't like it.' She thought in her sleep. Her body started shaking, but only slightly, as if she was cold. Thankfully, the feeling was disappearing, but the sounds of the outside world echoed in her ear. 'That is right, I'm in the park. I wanted to come here to see the children...Then I fell asleep.' She continued thinking to herself. Her body stopped shivering from the dreadful presence, going back to her normal relaxed sleeping pose.

The sounds that entered her ear were a bit hard to make out, mainly because she wasn't paying too much attention to them. However, she did notice how close they were to her. It wouldn't be long until her sense of smell was being bothered, mainly by the smell of...was that a cinnamon bun? She heard another sound, someone talking. Now the sounds were clearing up, it was now easy to tell it was two males speaking. But what were they talking about. Annabella groaned faintly, slowly opening her blueish silver hues. Her vision blurred as she looked at the mess of mashed up colors. She naturally looked down and seen something with a mixture of the colors brown and white.

Was this the cinnamon bun? Her vision cleared and she seen it was a cinnamon bun, but there was a hand attached to it. Her eyes followed hand as it formed an arm, and soon a person. A young man to be exact. She turned her head once more and seen another person, another male. After a bit, Annabella's eyes widen slightly,
looking towards the two with confusion. She placed a gloved hand on the bench and scooted away, "Q-Que se passe-t-il?" She asked in her native tongue, a bit of fear in her voice.

Seeing them closely, she could see they weren't native to Japan. "U-Um, wh-what is go-going on?" She asked in English. Her eyes fell to the cinnamon bun one of the men held out to her, she wanted to take it, but she was told never to talk anything from strangers. At least, that is what her mother and father said to her. "Wh-What is it y-you need?" She asked them. Her voice as soft with a hint of regalness to it, a perfect mixture of the French and American accents.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Katla Olvirsson

Playing the violin had always soothed her, no matter where she was. The sound was simply enchanting and so beautiful that it seemed to calm her down instantly the moment she began to play. Katla let out a relaxed sigh and smiled, looking up towards the blue sky for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the sun that shone above her.

The Icelandic woman did not truly realize how much attention she had brought to herself until she took the time to glance around and see how many of those around her were admiring her curiously. She suddenly heard a voice speak up from behind her, and Katla slowly turned towards the source, her stunning blue gaze settling on a young man who had approached her. He seemed to be native to Japan.

She seemed pleased that he had recognized the piece she was performing, and a soft smile appeared on her face.

"Why thank you... that's very nice of you to say." She responded softly to his compliment, her Icelandic accent somewhat thick. A strange spirit seemed to be hiding in his hood, and she found herself watching it with curious eyes. Katla had never seen such a thing before.

"Of course. I would love to join you." She responded to his offer, beginning to rise from her position. This was the first time anyone had really approached her since she'd arrived in Japan. She figured this would be a good time to make friends at least...

Before Katla had even begun putting away her beloved instrument, another man had made his way towards her. She looked up towards him, violin and bow in hand. He seemed foreign as well, and she recognized him to be Egyptian. She found the color of his eyes to be quite alluring, unable to look away for a few moments. When he carefully handed her a coin for her performance, Katla laughed sheepishly and looked towards him hesitantly.

"You are too kind, but I don't think I can accept this. I would feel a bit bad for taking your money." She said, carefully setting the violin and the bow in its case before attempting to hand the coin back to him, although she had a feeling he would insist on her keeping it.

She smiled slightly and tilted her head.

"I'm sure it'd be fine if you joined us. Do you mind at all?" Katla turned towards the other man curiously, awaiting his confirmation before snapping the violin case shut.
Andraus madame moiselle

 

[Andraus]

Yaro Azar The Velveteen Rabbit madame moiselle Verdas ​

Yaro seemed to be having a lucky day now. Yaro saw that she was willing to share lunch with him, which brought a smile to his face, though it was mostly obscured by his hood. When the Egyptian approached, Yaro gave him a small wave. "Of course, I am more then willing to share my meal with you. After all, I would Pharaoh lot better with some good karma." He said, chuckling at his own pun, as a spirit would appear, and make a 'Ba Dum Tss'

When he saw another approaching, He would wave to them and yell. "Feel free to join us as well!" He said, before walking towards a park picnic table and grill. Sadly, it was littered with garbage, and the dirt was uneven from recent events. Yaro would sigh. "No respect for nature anymore....well, guess that's why I am here." He said, as both his eyes would glow- One sky blue and the other earth green.

The earth would flatten around the table, to allow them to walk without tripping. The wind would then pick up and lift up the garbage, bringing it towards the appropriate bins (recycling and regular garbage). Yaro would then whistle towards the slime dragon spirit, who would fly around the bench, getting gum stuck underneath or any remaining dirt, leaving the bench clean. Yaro would pat the creatures head, before tossing it a single cheeseburger, which it would happily chomp on. "Good boy, Ryo."

Sitting down, Yaro would set the bag down, before closing his eyes. another spirit would appear, this one looking much more human like. "Druella, would you mind heading back to the Mcdonalds, and order more food? I'm having friends over, and I'd rather not leave them entertained or unfed."

"Can I get some too?"

"~sigh~ Yes you can, Dru."

The creature would cheer, before flying away. Yaro would face palm, before holding up his wallet. Druella would come back, red in the face with embarrassment, before flying off again with the wallet. However, Yaro would simply be smiling. "I swear she is airheaded sometimes.....well, I guess it's good to know she is spirited." He said, before the drummer would repeat the earlier action, vanishing again. He was rather....open about using his gifts. Despite them not being human, however, he treated his spirits kindly, at the least.

Chris Ramos Sugary_Paragraphs RedVehemence ​

Chris was merely minding his own business along the streets, passing by the docks as he looked to scope out the area and plan the attack. However, he soon came across a rather.....chubby kid and an old man. Chris raised and eyebrow, and was about to ask what was up, when he saw a car speeding close by. The idiot driver wasn't paying attention and was swerving- He was going to hit those two!

Chris immediately jumped to action, yelling to the two others. "WATCH OUT, CAR!" He yelled, before pressing his fingers to his pentagram. A greatsword would appear in his hand, and Chris would immediately stab it into the ground. The car hit the sword.....but was stopped by it. Chris had made it JUST in time. Panting from the sprint, he would look back towards the two. "Are you two okay?! You're not hurt?"

The owner of the car would walk out, and look at his car. "Dude! You totaled my fucking car!"

Chris would look towards the man, and growl, before grabbing him and slamming him into the door of his car. "You almost ran over two people, you dumbass! Be glad it was your car, I should take your damn life, keep idiots like you off the street!" He said, vehemently. He was still holding onto the male, likely contemplating if he should follow through with his words.

Alfonso Jabari Cale Seraph Darkfire Cheshire Grin BlightGiver ​

Alfonso would just fist pump, seeing the girl wake up. "Yes, it worked!" He said, before looked towards the male. He would rub the back of his head. "True enough.....But I tend not to care. When you get to be my age, things like that stop seeming important. " He said, before hearing the man's stomach growl, and raising an eyebrow. He would then hand one cinnamon bun to the young lady, and one to the male, though he didn't heat up the mans. " Here mate. You seem a bit hungry. Never hurts to share, right?" He said, taking a bite of one himself.

Jumping where he stood, he'd look towards Annabella, and shrug. "I don't need anything ma'am. I am just here to entertain myself...." He said, before his eyes would widen. That red hair in the distance....no way, it couldn't be! "....and I think I just did! sorrysomethingcameupgottagobye!" He rushed, jumping over the bench, and towards the cherry blossom tree.

He would stop within ear-shot though, and carefully sneak up. It was Alice! He knew it! Grabbing a arm-full of cherry petals he'd grin from ear to ear, sneaking up on his immortal rival. Timing himself correctly, He'd jump up, before yelling. "Razor Leaf!" and throwing the large mount of petals towards her. Oh, he was so going to get punched for this....

 

[BlightGiver]

While Chad and the stranger conversed, the woman on the bench awoke. Whether from the two men talking in front of her or the cinnamon bun in her face, it did not matter. She had a mixed look of concern and confusion; the situation she woke up into was not making her comfortable. At first, she muttered some words in a language Chad did not know, but switched to english when she realized the nationalities of the two men. The strange man also took notice of the woman's waking; he practically rejoiced and handed her the cinnamon bun. Poor, hungry Chad struggled to hold back his hunger, to no success; the stranger handed a cold bun to him. 'At least it's something to eat.' Chad shrugged and accepted the pastry. "Thanks for this." The stranger nodded, as he took bites into one for himself.

Whatever of utmost interest was in the distance, it made the stranger excuse himself hastily and run off. He sprinted with absurd speed, especially when he vaulted over obstacles. Chad gave a sigh, "Oh, great. A magical parkourist." He exclaimed. Something clicked in his mind; neither he nor the strange man gave a proper explanation to the slightly worried woman. "To answer your prior inquiry," He began. "I was walking but was tripped by a dog. That guy," Chad pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the stranger's direction. "came from nowhere and wanted to wake you up for some reason." So much for an explanation.

"I understand if you can't make sense of this; hell, neither can I. But be wary, that guy uses magic; might wanna stay away if he shows up again." Useless information for the woman, thanks to Chad's ignorance of the country's policies regarding magic. Still, all this interaction and Chad nearly skipped over the pleasantries, "The name's Chad White, by the way. Sorry we woke you up." He apologized and held out his hand.

Andraus Cheshire Grin

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

❉Alice❉
Andraus Cheshire Grin

Alice gave a small "hmpf" as she turned her arm to the side. The white ribbon spun free from her hand and twisted through the air. With a wave of the ribbon, the petals were caught by the wind before they reached her. She turned and looked towards the offender and frowned "Cale" she said with a slight annoyance "Seven continents and you have to be on this side of the world" she wrapped the ribbon back around her arm once more.

She popped the last of the food into her mouth before dropping down to the ground and "What is the point of being immortal when you run into the same person time and time again" she wiped her lips with her thumb before looking passed him towards the girl he'd left "Why did you have to come messing with me? You left such a delicious looking person" an amorous look crossed her eyes as she looked at Annabella. Alice loved beautiful women, and beautiful men. However, she liked to be the attacker, not the attacked.

She looked back to Cale and cracked her knuckles "You could have ruined my meal you know. I don't like having it interrupted"

 

[Verdas]

Luna Is. Cumming​

It seemed that the other foreigners in this park had begun to interact witheachother, engaging in conversations and introducing themselves to eachother, though Luna didn't pay too much attention. She liked people, sure, but right now she was looking for someone who could help her in this country. Someone who knew the language that looked too complicated for her to even bother trying to reading. The obvious candidate would be the black haired asian girl. Surely she knew at least some Japanese.

Thus she began to make a beeline towards her after taking a good look at everyone in the vicinity. The girl seemed to be preoccupied with something on her phone, listening to music perhaps. However, there was something about this girl that really annoyed her, and that something became increasingly evident as she walked closer to her. It was their difference in height. The girl was almost a foot taller than she was, and she had to crane her neck to see her face. 'Why is she so much taller than me? That's unfair!' She thought, but kept her complaints to herself.

She cleared her voice before introducing herself, also trying to get the other girl's attention. "Hi, I'm Cumming! Luna Isolde Cumming. Pleased to meet you!" She said, introducing herself in a way that would make most people sigh due to theirs minds starting to imagine things that they shouldn't. "As you can tell, I'm not a native here, and I'm having trouble getting about. So I was wondering if you could me out." She secretly hoped that the girl wouldn't mistake her for a child and ask her where her parents were.

doneanddusted