RavenSong
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Hi all! This RP takes place in the world of Isekai Hell. Ask
Novama
if you want to join!
Goals of this RP: N/A
Location: Ryke.
It was during the festive season that by fate and intention brought two seemingly separate worlds together. The parades, carnivals, circuses and all manner of festive events were taking place in the city of Ryke. By nature of the cities demographics, festivities ranged in function and culture. Whilst some celebrated certain gods, others celebrated certain alignments in the stars. Theatres reenacted such stories and parades reenacted their victories and particular landmarks.
It was during this time that Scylla Bancroft, the academies rising star was stumped. Not by beakers, formulas or concoctions but by a most mundane matter.
"Ugh! I hate going on dates! I never know what to wear!" She exclaimed as a little black cat entered the room. The witch furiously took her current garb off, replacing it with another. "Of all the professions in this world I wish there was a person who could tell you that your current dress will make or break your date!" Putting her dress on she tilted her head at the mirror reflecting her image. She'd almost fall to her knees and cry from the crippling indecision. But that would be for another time, the witch was expecting company, and who knew how close they'd be by now.
Snapping her fingers, a flame sparked to life as a small bag of various make up appeared in her hand. Taking it she began applying all manner of accents to her visage as to accentuate her features.
As she traced her eyes with a sort of eyeliner, she accidentally poked her eye. "Ow!" Scylla gasped as she struggled to not touch anything on her face as to not smear all of her progress. Fanning her hands on her watering eye. "Eek! Kalina is going to know I totally stabbed my eye and laugh at me!" Taking deep breaths she calmed herself down however, "Now, now, Scylla, breathe. Phew."
The witch suddenly got up in a hurry and searched for something perhaps a bit more modest, and her usual witches hat to go with it as well as her glasses. Although she only used glasses for reading it was a detail she heard from other students that glasses in fact raised ones appeal. Scylla, hoped for every advantage she could get.
Goals of this RP: N/A
Location: Ryke.
It was during the festive season that by fate and intention brought two seemingly separate worlds together. The parades, carnivals, circuses and all manner of festive events were taking place in the city of Ryke. By nature of the cities demographics, festivities ranged in function and culture. Whilst some celebrated certain gods, others celebrated certain alignments in the stars. Theatres reenacted such stories and parades reenacted their victories and particular landmarks.
It was during this time that Scylla Bancroft, the academies rising star was stumped. Not by beakers, formulas or concoctions but by a most mundane matter.
"Ugh! I hate going on dates! I never know what to wear!" She exclaimed as a little black cat entered the room. The witch furiously took her current garb off, replacing it with another. "Of all the professions in this world I wish there was a person who could tell you that your current dress will make or break your date!" Putting her dress on she tilted her head at the mirror reflecting her image. She'd almost fall to her knees and cry from the crippling indecision. But that would be for another time, the witch was expecting company, and who knew how close they'd be by now.
Snapping her fingers, a flame sparked to life as a small bag of various make up appeared in her hand. Taking it she began applying all manner of accents to her visage as to accentuate her features.
As she traced her eyes with a sort of eyeliner, she accidentally poked her eye. "Ow!" Scylla gasped as she struggled to not touch anything on her face as to not smear all of her progress. Fanning her hands on her watering eye. "Eek! Kalina is going to know I totally stabbed my eye and laugh at me!" Taking deep breaths she calmed herself down however, "Now, now, Scylla, breathe. Phew."
The witch suddenly got up in a hurry and searched for something perhaps a bit more modest, and her usual witches hat to go with it as well as her glasses. Although she only used glasses for reading it was a detail she heard from other students that glasses in fact raised ones appeal. Scylla, hoped for every advantage she could get.
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