Liv
Pupil
Posts: 29
Profession: Arsonist
Affinity: Light
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Post by Liv on Feb 14, 2015 18:31:35 GMT -6
As a newcomer popped into the bar, Liv managed to keep her mouth shut. So the boy was hungry, then she might be able to help. After all money doesn't spend itself. She rarely had anything she wanted from a store other than food herself. Much of her fun came from her over-excitable imagination that refused to leave her in peace.
Before she can pay up or say anything though, the funny pink haired one had already brought him her meal. No matter then, she would contribute to the helping as well! With a quick tap on the shoulder, after stepping onto the table, she was quick to get a glass of milk. Milk was always nice to have, she heard it made a person taller. Within moments the man had an offer for roasted duck and a cup of milk placed behind him. She offered a quick prayer as one would for the recently departed. It wasn't like the man was dead, but she felt it fit mood oddly enough, some people said giving blessing before a meal was a good thing to do.
"Well nice-um to meet ya, my name is Liv and I really suck at making fire. One day, I shall harness the power to light a campfire without exploding our supplies," she threatened to no one in particular. Fire was far too volatile, compounded that she was a rather volatile person lead to some serious issues. The world should count itself lucky that she would usually only be able to produce sparks.
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Nyroshea
Pupil
Why do you look at me with such disdain..?
Posts: 45
Profession: Illusionist, Aide of old Men, Tactician
Affiliation: Ilia | Order of Maltet
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Nyroshea
OoC Alias: Nyroshea
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Post by Nyroshea on Feb 18, 2015 11:14:05 GMT -6
His tiny mouth was left agape with both concern, and confusion. She--she burned herself and became obsessed with her damage-doer? Was she a masochist?! ... Oh. No no, maybe it had something to do with that warm fuzzy feeling only a mother could give. "Huh... is that... so?" Mothers were a hefty subject, but magic on the other hand was just as weighty for him.
But her motivation and determination to control these flames was really something, it may have flickered a few sparks of determination in his own. "Y-you're right though. I shouldn't give up just because of a few mishaps, I'm just really really really really bad at it..." he frowns, taking a slurp of his water. Eyes still ever so diligently locked on whom he was conversing with. His cheeks puff out as he swishes the liquid around his mouth before gulping it down."Maybe I'm just out of my element, I don't know."
Nyro's ears perked overhearing something about a mage coalition of some sort. Eh'gads. Was this estranged dark haired girl for real? He may've been incompetent, but he knew how to play rock paper scissors, and when it came to magic. Paper(Dark) would always dominate Rock(Anima), making her a likely candidate for a leader--with some dark ambition, probably. Something with mages overthrowing all monarch-types and ruling the world in a new age of magic or something. ... Whoa whoa, slow down brain. That's thinking a little too deeply on something so miniscule. ... But still, that's how ambitious sorts start. As tiny kids no different from him or her. Though the threatening one was probably the one who could suffocate him to death, let's not overlook her.
His trail of thoughts were broken when another person--pupil came in. Stumbling and dropping their precious tome, it skid across the ground so smoothly the owner must have polished it or the book was just really slick. Either way, Nyro thought it rude to leave it unattended, thus he stopped the skidding tome with his foot. Reaching downwards to pick it up, he propped it open. "What kind of book is this? it was probably rude to go into another persons belongings before asking (or even acknowledging) them, but Nyro was a curious child before he was any sort of gentleman.
He'd seen this sort of book before, but it was different then the ones the others had come to possess. "Gah!" suddenly self aware that someone had been dying, he set the book down on the counter and moved from his seat, the plate was empty, but there was still half a glass of water left. "H-here here, put him here." he motioned towards his seat, "D-don't feed him on the floor. That's a human being, not a dog."
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