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[Graded]A peculiar encounter
Topic Started: Jun 16 2012, 05:11 PM (450 Views)
司 Vilis	Jun 16 2012, 05:11 PM Post #1
-_- Posts: 4,008 Group: Librarian Member #2,204 Joined: May 5, 2012	After a long train ride Clear finally arrived in Trillium. He quietly walked through the city exiting it without drawing too much attention. He was not here to observe the windmills nor for the malt the city was so famous for. He was here for the Fuchsia Fields he had heard so much about. He was well aware Raven Tail was located here, and he wanted nothing to do with them. So he was successful in going by unnoticed and entering the vast field of flowers. Its sheer beauty was mesmerizing. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. There was purple as far as the eye could see. Clear had never been in the presence of one color to such an extent. He just stood there and enjoyed the cool breeze and the peace around him. There were some people here and there, but there was no particular crowd of them so the area was fairly quiet. Clear took off his gourd and sat down on the field. There was really nothing to do besides enjoy the view and bask in the wind. Clear thought it would have been nice if he had someone to share this with, be it a guild mate, a friend or a lover. Heck, even a total stranger would do unless they were some crazy person. He had no family to speak of, unless he counted his dad, a person he had no idea about. "Ah, I should hurry up and join a guild already. I've been alone for far too long, I should change that." he said to himself in an almost sad voice. He never felt lonely when traveling the world, but this was one of the rare occasions when he wished he had company. He was a little surprised to find himself thinking like that, he was usually indifferent to the rest of the humans around him. With the exception of kids, they were something he not only tolerated but liked having around. He lay on his back and gazed at the bright sky pondering about all sorts of things.
Franciscopizarro	Jun 17 2012, 03:41 PM Post #2
D-Class Posts: 108 Group: Member Member #1,359 Joined: Sep 24, 2011	Francis had taken to racing against wild life and she had yet to obtain a victory. Some would deem it comical to see the child as she sprinted only to be handily passed by a slow moving turtle. She wasn't discouraged by her rather lacking physique, but she reassured herself that she would eventually get better. Her surroundings were beautiful and yet she took very little time to admire them. It was against her nature to dwell on the scenery as her cynicism had a way of inverting her view, and without her vision was still far to blurry to internalize the surroundings as anything more than a vast assortment of water colors. With her permanent frown the tyke made her voyage through and unfamiliar plain. The valley would take days for her to clear and she knew this, she thought to ride on the coat tails of one of the passing turtles, but they were far to fast for her to get her hands around before avoiding her completely. Her stomach grumbled as she had not eaten in what was most likely days, but through perseverance had managed to stay up and active throughout the time. Her eyes were still red from sleep deprivation and her attitude was at its worse as well. Every plant that brushed against her leg was a snake, that she tried to pummel, but due to her poor hand eye coordination and general accuracy she missed every hit on the barely moving targets. Eventually she realized that the things that slithered against her skin were not serpents, but flora and fauna that she had been passing by. She was uncertain of her conclusion, but had enough faith in it not to jump up at every brush of the leg. Her voyage had led her to a beautiful field of flowers alone and starving. It was this sort of irony that seemed to rule over the young child's life making something as beautiful as a valley of flowers nothing more than a potential tomb for her to die in. She realized her fate, but she didn't accept it. Francis refused to accept the laws of nature as applicable to her, things like death and gravity would not get a hold of her with out a very difficult struggle. She thought of this as her bare fit stepped on one particularly slippery blade of grass and as always she lost her footing. The world began to spin in a direction it wasn't supposed to. It charged forward at speeds near unimaginable to the girl only to aid its friend gravity in getting the better of her. She knew the status quo, but she still tried to cling to the earth with the front of her foot, needless to say her efforts were in vain and this particular battle with physics won in favor of the natural law. Francis landed on her back and sighed as the direction of the world shifted and the sky once again became the ground to her. "I wish I could walk on air" the little girl thought to herself before she pressed her hands down on the ground and tried to lift herself up. Francis was insane by its purest definition as her repetition of tedious action always came with the potential of different results. Every time she tried to push herself off the ground she expected to get up, but every time she did the results were the same. She never got up with pushing alone. It never seemed to register that her mode of action should be changed until she performed it yet another time and was met the with the ground again. The process was always the same, she would struggle and get more and more frustrated with every attempt, she would eventually settle on rolling and occasionally find a gap for her fall off and eventually regain her footing. This time would be no different, so she struggled. Edited by Franciscopizarro, Jun 17 2012, 03:53 PM.
司 Vilis	Jun 17 2012, 05:48 PM Post #3
-_- Posts: 4,008 Group: Librarian Member #2,204 Joined: May 5, 2012	Clear averted his eyes from the sky and back to the field. In the distance he could make a small silhouette. At first he didn't pay it any mind because it looked like a kid that was just standing still. But at a closer inspection she was moving. Slowly, sluggishly but she was moving. It was a rather comical sight watching her move slower than the turtles around her and the way she tried attacking something at her feet was rather cute. Clear thought it was some sort of game and laughed at the girl thinking how much fun she was having. The things he would do to just be a kid again and just enjoy the world with no care. That was Clear's first impression and it couldn't have been more wrong. He continued watching her for a long time, it might have even been an hour, before something happened that made Clear realized his mistake. The kid tripped, fell down, and didn't get up after that. At a first glance it would appear she was just lying down on the grass, but the way she flailed her arms around proved that assumption to be wrong. She was trying her hardest to get up but she could not do so. Clear realized in surprise that what looked like a game to him up to now, was the girl simply trying to walk through the grass. He felt stupid at himself for not realizing this sooner and quickly got up. He grabbed his gourd, put it on his back, and made his way to the girl. He crossed the distance the girl was struggling so much to walk for the past hour in a matter of seconds and arrived next to her. He took a good look at her and to his horror, the girl was wearing what looked like a potato sack with holes for her arms and legs. She was skinny to the point where her bones were visible and everything but her face looked weak. If Clear had to judge her only by her face, she would be cute, with her red hair and freckles. It was no wonder she could not get up, she had no muscles to speak of. Clear wondered how the girl had managed to stay alive so far and felt a sharp pain in his chest. She was too pitiful for him to ignore and he felt like he needed to do something to help her. He started by leaning forward towards her and offering his hand "Do you need some help?" he asked with a kind smile. Clear was kind of surprised at himself at how forward he was being. Sure, he liked dealing with kids but this was the first time he just approached a complete stranger and offering his help, even if that stranger was a helpless little girl. Looking at it from a different perspective, Clear had never before helped anyone or was helped by anyone after his mother's passing away. So this was somewhat an important step towards becoming a bit more social. And he may have found someone to spend time with in this field. Still, how had this girl managed to get this far in this condition? She hardly had enough muscle to move, she was slower than a sleeping turtle and she couldn't make out the plants at her feet. It was truly a miracle that such a person was alive, much less out here in such a place on her own. Clearly, she had no parents. If she did, what kind of parent would neglect their child to such an extent? Clear tried his hardest to hold his anger to himself as he thought what kind of scum was responsible for this. What mattered at this moment was that he helped this girl as best as she could. Edited by Vilis, Jun 17 2012, 08:25 PM.
Franciscopizarro	Jun 17 2012, 10:30 PM Post #4
D-Class Posts: 108 Group: Member Member #1,359 Joined: Sep 24, 2011	Battle after to battle with the forces of nature always came to the same bitter end, helplessness. Whether through ignorance, impudence or divine will the child could never seem to stay grounded for very long. Through conditioning the girl had developed a rather rhythmic cycle of optimism followed by a defeatist mentality whenever she hit the ground. She had yet to branch into pessimism by the time a blurred log of a man appeared in front of her. Her initial reaction was fear as most would when a random figure suddenly emerges in their field of sight. Every bit of the man processed through her retina and sent information to her brain as to what it was, but her brain could not truly define it as the message that was sent was no more than colored static. Delusions came to mind as solid conclusions as to how it had so suddenly appeared, though Francis was frail she didn't quite comprehend just how it took her to process things even if she was aware of her other flaws. She raised her hands to her eyes and wiped over them in a clockwise motion, the image still remained. She blinked a few times, but the image still remained. She shut her eyes clothes, but the image still remained. Her delusion spoke to her, its voice much more raspy than she expected from a mirage, but how she had come to an accurate average for the voices of mirages was questionable. She squinted her eyes and looked at the man as best she could and tried to see anything around him or through him, but the man's opacity was very visible. She realized that it may have not been a mirage at all, but instead a user of magic, teleportation magic even. Perhaps he was a guardian angel or even fates way of making up for all the bad things it had done to the girl, she made a mental note to never let fate off the hook. With her genie or anthropomorphic personification of fate or what have you standing before he she wondered if her wishes were unlimited, she decided to test the waters as most people do with genies and made a simple wish. "I wish I had a sandwich." The proclamation was not a hard one to interpret, and as she had not specified what kind of sandwich she was uncertain if she would be stuck with a panther in between to slices of bread, but even with that there would still be a chance for her to nibble on it's leg and if not she would have to settle for grass. She seemed so wrapped up in her own childish fantasies of wish fulfillment that she had seemingly ignored the man's question all together. She looked up at the man and reached her hand up but as she saw no sandwich magically appearing she thought that she had gotten a defective genie. "It's okay that you can't grant wishes Genie, but can you pick me up or are you too magic?" the girl asked essentially bridging the gap. She hoped that her Genie wasn't so far gone that he could not do simple tasks and instead floated over her ominously, and then it hit her, the personification was not one of fate, but death and with that she stood stock still.
司 Vilis	Jun 18 2012, 09:21 AM Post #5
-_- Posts: 4,008 Group: Librarian Member #2,204 Joined: May 5, 2012	The way the girl reacted was not what Clear expected. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes, rubbing them with her hands. Was that meant to help her see him better? There he was, standing right in front of the girl yet she was unable to make out how he looked. Did she even register the presence of another human in front of her? Did she hear Clear's question or was she altogether delusional? Then she opened her mouth, but the words that came out of it were far from what one would call a normal reaction. She asked for a sandwich, but it was like the question wasn't directed at Clear rather, it was like she was making a wish to the heavens. Not something you would expect a person on the ground to ask for. Perhaps a little disappointed that there was no sandwich magically appearing the girl then asked Clear to pick her up. A little worried that he was called a genie, Clear held the girl's hand and gently picked her up. She was light, but not too light for a girl her age. Clear was surprised seeing as she was so skinny, but her weight was probably coming from her bones. This girl was nothing sort of pitiful, that's what Clear could make out so far. She could hardly see in front of her and she had no concept of reality. Calling Clear a genie meant that she saw him as a magical figure, not another human. Remembering her initial request, Clear reached to his pocket where he took out an apple he was planning to eat later. "I know it's not a sandwich but this is still food. You can have it if you want. I'm not a genie so I can't make food magically appear, this is what I have with me." he said as he handed the apple to her. Hopefully, she could lift it by herself as it was a fairly small one, but Clear was prepared to help her in case she couldn't manage it alone. He then realized why the girl had asked for food first. She was more hungry than she was worried about laying on the ground. Her skinny arms were proof of that and her body under that sack was probably the same. How she ended up in this condition was probably something he shouldn't pry in, as most people want to forget the painful things from their past. Clear made up his mind. He would make sure this girl could enjoy herself at least for today. He can't force her to stay with him but he wanted to try and have a conversation with her. "So, little girl, what's your name? I'm Clear Crystal, a traveler. I came to this field for no particular reason other than to admire the scenery. Do you have a specific objective here? If so, I can help you with that. And if you really want a sandwich I can take you to Trillium nearby and get you one." Clear said this in the most friendly voice he could muster, admittedly being friendly was natural to him when dealing with kids. But this time was different. He had to try and conceal the pity he felt in his voice and also the rage he felt when thinking of the person responsible for this girl's condition. He didn't want her to think he was only doing this out of charity, he really cared for the girl. And he also didn't want to scare her away by sounding angry, she might think he was angry at her for whatever reason she would imagine. He wanted her to trust him, not fear him or feel indebted to him.
Franciscopizarro	Jun 20 2012, 08:51 PM Post #6
D-Class Posts: 108 Group: Member Member #1,359 Joined: Sep 24, 2011	Her Genie was a fraud, nothing more than a fast man who could appear in her sight in the blink of an eye, but the man had food and he was willing to help her and that was more than she usually expected from wayward travelers. She liked apples especially the cores as they were what she would usually dig up when she rooted through peoples trash, though just getting into the can was an accomplishment and escaping a journey in itself. She had noticed that fate was beginning to be more fortunate to her, she was meeting hospitable people who were willing to give her food without robbing her or claiming they would feed her if she let them throw her down a hill. She couldn't recall climbing any hills on the way through the flower field, but just the thought of the encounter was enough to make her shiver. The apple was a weight dubiously disguised as a fruit, she couldn't tell by just how heavy the object was, but she was certain that it had been magically augmented somehow as her hands and the rest of her body hit the ground like a brick as soon as the enchanted fruit came into her grasp. She struggled to lift it determined to get her hands up, whether the fruit was enchanted or not she was determined to eat it as food was food. She grimaced at the cruel heated sadist who forced such an inconvenience on her. It was a blob of a man, an array of black clouds that were out of proportion and stacked directly on top of one another. It stood atop long tree trunks that could fall and strike her at any time. It was at the time she witnessed these legs that she realized why she had been given the magical weight to begin with, he was going to have trees fall on her while she struggled to get up. Francis decided that she would have the last laugh, she knew she couldn't change her fate and that death was imminent, but she was determined to die with the taste of magical apple in her mouth. She wheezed as she leaned forward and struggled to raise her arms to her mouth at the sluggishly slow paced she always seemed to move. The child's limbs seemed to move as if taken in stills that were slowly compiled. Her body seemed almost still as she lurched it to the side and struggled to get her head down to the fruit. She realized that the apple would not allow itself to come to her so she threw away her remaining dignity and made her way to the apple via turning her body. She leaned her head forward and took a bite of the fruit. She chewed with her faced clenched as her imagined doom came to its conclusion and the slender black tree trunks that were plummeting toward her slammed into her. There was a silence a subtle still the came over her as she opened her eyes to see if she had made her way to another plane, but nothing had changed and her envisioned demise was shown to be nothing more than irrational fantasies. Francis opened her ears wide when the magical man who chose not to drop timber on her asked her of her name and her objectives. The first question was a standard that all adults seemed to ask her whenever they took time out of their important lives to speak to the child, and Francis had constructed somewhat of a speech to present to every one of them. "My name's Francis, but you can call me Fran, Franny, Framsis, Mamsis and Jodey Thunder Queen Bon Guttenhoven the Third" She took a deep breathe after she spat out the torrent of words that were her name and aliases. The second question was less common and so she had to think. She was uncertain what her objective was or what the word meant for that matter, but she was sure that it had something to do with her clothes. She smiled as she solved the puzzle that was the man's puzzling language and she responded with her standard squeaky broken voice, "It's a pretty dress I found." she said pointing proudly to her potato sack.
司 Vilis	Jun 21 2012, 05:49 PM Post #7
-_- Posts: 4,008 Group: Librarian Member #2,204 Joined: May 5, 2012	Clear watched shocked as the girl failed to be able to hold the apple in her hands and it fell to the ground pulling her with it. This girl's physical weakness was out of this world. She could barely be considered as a human baby, no, calling her a baby would be an overstatement, an embryo was more appropriate. Clear was unable to determine whether the sight in front of him was comical or tragic. The girl struggles to lift the apple to her but failed to do so, so instead she got her face closer to the apple and took a bite out of it. All the while, she looked like she was afraid of something, like she felt her end drawing near her. Clear tried to shake off the idea that this girl shouldn't be alive and listened to her answer his questions. So her name was Francis, Fran for short, and she also gave him all sorts of different and weird nicknames. He couldn't help but wonder whether the girl was making fun of him or she was being serious. Her expression and tone of voice were both dead serious so she couldn't be joking. Her next answer was more confusing. Clear looked for the "dress" the girl was referring to but she had nothing on her except her sack. Was that the thing she called her dress? Clear had made up his mind. This girl was strange. Too strange. She answered even the most basic of questions in the most absurd manner, her body was so weak a fly could kill her should it wanted to, and her behavior was far from human. Still, he was determined to help her in any way she could. This was just the way he was, always helping any children he could. He picked up the apple along with Fran and seated her on the ground. He also proceeded to sit down himself and fed her the apple. He kept it next to her mouth so she could bite it, and waited until she was done chewing before he moved the apple closer to her again. This all felt comical, but in a strange way it also felt cozy. Clear felt like a father taking care of his daughter when she was sick. Only Fran wasn't sick, she was just incredibly weak. But you might as well call her sick, with the difference that a sick person can take care of themselves better than her. Much better than her. Clear waited until Fran had finished the entire apple before he started talking to her again. He would get a real answer this time. "I didn't exactly mean your clothes when I asked you what your objective was. Why are you here, in this flower field? Are you searching for something? Or is it a person you're looking for? Perhaps you simply watch to admire the beauty of the scenery. There are many reasons a person could be here for, but it certainly has nothing to do with your clothes." Clear tried to be as specific as possible when talking to Fran from now on. She seemed to live in her own fairy tale world. The way she perceived the things around her must vastly differ from the rest of the world. Otherwise what would she be doing in a flower field when she didn't have anything to eat? Normally one would try to take care of their immediate needs first, but Fran didn't look like she had any priorities at all. If she had any common sense at all she wouldn't be wearing this sack as her only piece of clothing. But then again, it's not like she could get anything better even if she wanted to. Which Clear assumed she didn't. If she didn't like it she wouldn't call it a "pretty dress" and she might even have asked Clear to give her a better one when she still thought she was a genie. Somehow, that idea still felt weird to him.
Franciscopizarro	Jun 21 2012, 10:16 PM Post #8
D-Class Posts: 108 Group: Member Member #1,359 Joined: Sep 24, 2011	Her random savior was not spared the relentless cynicism of the young girl and instead of seeing his kind gestures as what they were she instead saw them as debts that she would owe to the young man. She was sure that when she was rich she would have to give the man a large sum of money for the apple he had given her in the past, or worse she would owe him her first child like the grumpy troll Rumpelstiltskin. Rather than obsess over what would be and what she would owe the man for his services she instead dwelt on the present and chose to enjoy the taste of lingering apple in her mouth. She chewed it at the slowest of speeds turning a task that would take most a few seconds to do, an entire session. As her chomping came to its conclusion she eyed the core that loomed in front of her and frowned surprised that the rest of the apple tasted so different. The explanation was a helpful one though her reason was non existent. She was confused as to the location, her eyes were so bad that she couldn't even make out what was around her let alone the whole terrain. It was safe to assume that the man was not a liar as he was kind enough to feed her an apple and she hadn't died from some miraculous poison yet. She squinted her eyes and looked around, "Nope, I don't really know what I'm doing. I'm not looking for anyone, I have a plan, I'm gonna be rich, super rich and have the most Jewels in the world. I just don't know how yet." The girl was a bit unhappy with her own ignorance to the man's language and resolved to learn from her mistake. As she mulled over the question a bit more and her own answer she become somewhat despondent and distant, her eyes took on a translucent look and her mind began to sink into a state of contemplation that was unfitting of a child so young. The quick descent into mental seclusion was as quickly terminated as it had begun and she reappeared with a smile on her face and a new question to ask. "This is a flower field?" She asked as she reached her hand over toward one of the flowers. She couldn't move it as fast as she liked, but the speed at which she moved was noticeable to anyone who was devotedly focused on her. She stretched her arm as wide as she could or at least attempted to, her hand had gone the span of a centimeter in ten seconds and it didn't appear to be moving any faster.
司 Vilis	Jun 22 2012, 09:51 AM Post #9
-_- Posts: 4,008 Group: Librarian Member #2,204 Joined: May 5, 2012	"So you don't know yet? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll figure it out someday. I have no idea what you could try to become rich, and I personally have no such desire, but if you travel around the world you're bound to find the answer." Clear tried to act reassuring to the girl because destroying a child's dream is a horrible thing to do. He honestly thought Fran had no chance of achieving that goal of hers the way she was now, but one could never know. Then Fran asked a rather strange question, although it was pretty normal considering it's her. "Yes, this is a flower field. These are the Fuchsia Fields next to the city of Trillium. There are purple flowers as far as the eye can see. But can't you see that for yourself? As I thought, is there something wrong with your eyes?" Clear asked concerned to make sure if his assumption was correct. From the way Fran had acted up until now Clear could tell she couldn't properly see in front of her, but he still wasn't completely sure whether that was a fact or not. "I could take you to a doctor if you're sick. There should be one in Trillium." There was one thing Clear was uncertain about. Was this girl prideful or not? She accepted food from him and even asked him to help her get up, but those weren't really big favors. He was now going to test how far this girl would accept to be helped. Clear wanted to help her, but not in a way that would make her feel uncomfortable. "You called that sack you're wearing a dress earlier, but it's not really proper clothing. Do you want me to get you something normal to wear? Unless you like that sack and you feel comfortable in it, but if you're wearing it only because it's the only thing you could get your hands on don't hesitate to ask for some real clothes. I don't mind buying some for you." Hopefully he managed to convey this in the most diplomatic way possible, so even if Fran was overly attached to her "clothes" he wouldn't sound like he was forcing her to get rid of them. "Are all kids that hard to handle nowadays? It's been many years since I've actually talked to or played with one but back in my hometown we didn't have any strange people like that. No, I doubt all kids are like her, she is too unique for that to be true." The surroundings were pleasant and the weak breeze blowing through the fields made it all the more comfortable. Clear kept thinking of some other topic to talk about, something casual. He thought about asking Fran about her past, but considering her current situation it was bound to be something awful. Clear didn't have many good memories himself so his past wasn't going to be very interesting as well. Then he tried thinking from a kid's perspective. What do children like? Candy was one thing, but he didn't have anything like that on him. They also liked games but Fran could barely move her body much less run around to play. There should be something he could do to impress her, something fun that she could enjoy. Then he came up with a good idea. Magic, kids love magic. There were many occasions were he performed tricks with his water magic to show kids and they loved it. "Hey, do you want to see some magic?" he asked semi-excitedly semi-seriously. Even if Fran couldn't properly see he could do something right in front of her eyes. close enough for her to be able to perceive it.
Franciscopizarro	Jun 22 2012, 10:14 PM Post #10
D-Class Posts: 108 Group: Member Member #1,359 Joined: Sep 24, 2011	In the mind of a cynic, no good action went unpunished and the man was offering far too much to go without some type of retribution for his kindness. The winds churned through the fields whispering out to him that nature was not found of his charitable attitude. His offerings of clothing and medical attention were unheard of to the peasant with the blue eyes of a young doe. Her ragged hair that had long since bunched up and become ratty and clumped remained unmoved by the wind while her perspective remained unmoved by the man's hospitable attitude. The man's question touched a nerve and it was seen by the simple change in body language, the girls shoulders tensed briefly and then slowly slumped down, her head once held as high as she could keep it plummeted chin first toward her chest, her azure blue eyes were focused on the field of flowers that were right at her feet, and her lip quivered as she spoke "I can't see that good" she murmured in a manner that reflected her dissatisfaction with her condition. She closed her eyes and imagined a world that was clearer to her, but it was near impossible for her to imagine such a world as the blurs of life were her reality and she had come to accept this. "What's a doctor?" the question was downright satirical coming out the lips of someone over the age of five, and Francis had lived five years passed the threshold of ignorance and still gone so far without illuminating herself to the professions of the world. The child was flawed, flawed in many ways, even if she could see her illiteracy would prove a fatal flaw along with any of the other many problems that the girl was destined to face in her life time. Her time in the slums was not a pleasant one and though it had taught her if any thing that she would have to rely on herself more than anyone, it also robbed her of the possibilities that most children her age had received and already begun to forget the significance of the skills they acquired from them. Francis was oblivious to the garment she wore, she had always thought it was a gown, one made of a nice brown material, and though she had done some improvisation to make the garment for herself she was still quite surprised to hear that her clothing was nothing more than a tool for holding. "This isn't a dress?" she asked uncertain of the sincerity of the man as he laid siege to the child's beliefs with both his action and words. Oblivious to the level of ignorance that she portrayed Francis went on to pile more questions on to the man, "Are you wearing a dress?" Clothing seemed rather different to the girl, materials were nothing more than colors and lines and seperation were almost an impossible task for the girl's pupils to process. She determined things through shape and size and the occasional movement. If a tree moved fast it was not a tree, if a boulder had a point it was probably a house. Francis had found that she was truly in the dark more so than she had ever come to realize. She was well aware of her poor eyesight and even her physical weakness, but just how bad they were was made quite apparent from their small conversation, she was blind. She closed her eyes choosing to no longer live the lie that she was more conscious with her eyes open. She frowned and recalled the same question that the man had just asked her being asked of her by a hooker. She was uncertain of what a hooker was, but she was certain of a few things, the lady was her father's friend, the lady wanted her to like her, the lady was bad by default, and she was trying to win her over with magic tricks she couldn't see. "No...I don't want to see any magic." the girl said with a frown as she clenched her eyes tighter.
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