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| Skyae | Jun 29 2010, 08:22 PM Post #1 |
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Witches were knowledgeable and apparently quite giving at certain times. It became apparent to the female Soul Construct that she didn't have to run around killing witches and immortals like a foolish Leeroy Jenkins a few weeks ago. Until then she had been running around killing witches and immortals, but that was another story because she found a much better way to gain information so it didn't matter. The sign was old and garnished, which Adrestia read with little amusement. The local library was practically falling off its hinges due to how old the building was. It probably hadn't been fixed in decades, but was befitting for a freaking weird place where witches and other strange people could communicate. Community kindness had fallen out of style quickly, no doubt. The woman kept her dignity in check as she went up the wooden steps in a graceful manner - Crack. Until the rotten wood broke under her left foot, burying it in dirt and other things she preferred to not mention. That would not stop her and whoever thought it would was a fool. Leaning forward, she grabbed the brass doorknob and yanked it only for it to come off. Adrestia glared at the door, letting her hands become surrounded in the white flame of her wavelength. Her knuckles twitched. She found little enjoyment in being challenged by inanimate objects. And her left foot was stuck. "I can't believe this..." ~ The sun had set, as the uncomfortable rays were no longer warming her clothes. The woman blinked groggily and swung both feet to get them awake. Somehow she had fallen asleep while standing perfectly straight. That made no sense... Shifting her weight to the other leg, she got the feeling of being airborne. Looking down she discovered there was a good reason why. She had been transported inside the library, not long ago dozing on piles of large books that nearly touched the library's tall ceiling. Adrestia moved her hand to brush away the cobwebs that had gotten in her hair and felt the books beneath her sway dangerously. Spotting a staircase that went down, she turned somewhat albino at the thought of falling through the floor. A sadistic chuckle echoed through the room, and the Soul Construct turned just to see a blue-haired girl march out the door proudly with a broom in hand. It was okay. It would be completely fine as long as nothing moved. Then the door slammed open and everything went to hell. Edited by Skyae, Jun 29 2010, 08:23 PM.
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