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  1. The air was motionless and deprived of all moisture. Greedy clouds full of storm and turbulence mocked life below with hopes of rain that would never fall. The land's surface so dead, so unforgivingly desolate, it may as well be stone. With nothing but distance in all directions, The only anchor to reality, the gates to Inns'th, slowly fading from view. From this point forward, nothing would truly be certain to the naked eye. But this is what the group of soldiers signed up for. To delve further into the depths of Yhimi, to the depths of the unknown. Mercenaries, adventurers, desperate men in need of work. No one really talks about why they are here, why they are doing this. It is an unspoken rule to never question a man's past. And so here this group hired by the Order of the White Hand, to scout out the terrain, obtain samples, specimen. Routine for the veteran workers. Not so much for those who were new. It was apparent in their eyes: Fear, trepidations, regret. Questioning if everything they did was worth the life they live now. That perhaps whatever punishment that were to fall upon them would be better than what they've signed up for here. But it's too late to make that choice now. This is the closest to hell on earth anyone could ever experience, and there's no turning back now. Once you're here, you're here to stay. It makes you wonder, why anyone would go through such lengths to be here without a knife to their throat. He held himself, broken in spirit and nearly in body, staring blankly at his feet as he trudged on sluggishly with the others. Already fatigued and they've barely made a dent in their journey, it was clear to the party, that this desperate young man would not return. Inns'th is no longer in vision, and their journey is just beginning. He would not come back, in fact, he already knew. Better for the party, he supposed. Easier to split the reward. His shaggy black hair clung to the sweat on his skin, greasy and unkept. His tan cloth shirt was drenched from collar to chest in sweat, and so too clung uncomfortably to his body. His leather armor did little to protect him from the harsh environment and even lesser extent to any dangers they may come across. Perhaps this would be his last redeeming quality? Giving the party a better chance of survival without him. Of course this was cognitive dissonance talking. This quest was never meant to be accomplished by him. This was a suicide attempt by a man who is too afraid to do the deed himself. It's sad, and unfortunate, but ultimately his choice. Pallavi could appreciate the ability to choose. She offered a swig of water to the man, her sleeve sliding back slightly revealing her olive skin. He refuses silently as she knew he would. The illusion of choice was always fascinating to her. She wondered what it would be like to not know for once, what will happen next. What the most "fortunate" path for one to be. To be sure with nearly 100% certainty what direction Time would flow. He made a cognitive decision to end it all here, and he believes that to be his choice, but many things took place for him to come to this conclusion- to be painted into this corner of futility. There are several vortices where he makes penance, and lives a new life. Travels to Genesaris after saving enough money, and work as the apprentice of a seamstress where he would meet the man of his dreams. He would design their suits and get married once he established his own place of work. Adopt and teach his child everything he wished he were taught in their age. In their teens this child would die after becoming a witness to a crime, wrong place wrong time. The man would fall into a deep depression and result in alcoholism to cope, a habit he holds to this day. The relationship with his husband further deteriorates, and one night, after a particularly volatile argument, His husband, pursued the man in secret to discover his activities at a local brothel. They promptly separate and the man dies of kidney failure 2 years later. This was the 'best case scenario' for the man, post his crimes that lead him to Inns'th in the first place. 'Best case scenario'. She wondered what the man's husband would be doing right now. Unfortunately, she cannot scry a man she has never met, though she supposes she could find the seamstress' establishment based off this man's course in future to a degree. Though the further into offshoot timelines she may scry the less accurate the space in which it inhabits and her own mind begins to fill in the blanks. It becomes more of wishful thinking, fanfiction even, than an accurate prediction. The stronger the stream, the more likely, and it was very unlikely the man would take the course of action that would change his life around to something more redeemable. A life where he could, for a time, find happiness again. This was Pallavi's best case scenario in a way- being here. Impersonating a young man in order to survive and stay hidden. Hiding her talents as a Seer. There were no other possible outcomes according to her visions, that would result in her survival. She did not have a death wish, but she understood the suffering here, was not nearly as bad as it would have been had she stayed where she was after what she did. Ending it all with the man seemed appealing, but she knew there was more to her story. Or, she at least, hoped there was. That somehow her future was not as defined as this mans. Suicide just didn't feel like a just outcome for her. "You mind?" a man beside her beckoned to her water pouch. "If you're still offering." It was Ashe. A man who's presence does not completely make her uncomfortable. He knows her as Pierce, and knows nothing about who she really is. Still he is the most trustworthy person out of the men she usually interacts with. Mostly because he too is an outcast. He's about 5'8, Dark skinned with jet black dreads that reach his shoulders. He wears leather armor, fitted loosely around his lean figure, signifying they were given by the White lotus and also auburn boots that belonged to him apparently. He used to be a Bard in his past, traveling the world, aking music, but that's as far as he is willing to divulge and she prefers not to scry as to loose her first impression on him. That impression being he is actually a nice person. "Yeah, sure." She hands the pouch to the man who took a similar swig and returns it. "Thanks". Scruff looking men looked wearily at the two, who seem to be the oddest of the bunch. Two of the most recluse, non-verbal members of the party. And seemingly the weakest. And yet they've survived this far. Questions would surely be made, but before this the leader of the party interrupts the integrity of the silent dialogue. He abruptly stops in front of the party, indicating they stop as well. Both hands are used to hoist the metal helmet off his head, his dirty blond locks unfolding into a mess of sweat clumps over his forehead before slicking it back with his hand. "We'll take a short break here. This will be the last one until nightfall, so make it count."
  2. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Never in Karuna's wildest dreams would she ever find herself stepping through a portal. And though little is to be expected at this point, she was surely alarmed by the helplessness she felt as she was being thrown into this eldritch surrealistic landscape. It was hard to comprehend, perhaps even impossible to for mere mortals. The helpless young lady felt sick to her stomach, as if being pulled in multiple directions at once- a constant state of disorientation, that which would give rise to vomiting in normal circumstances. Yet her helpless body refused to void a single drop of it's content for her slender body felt just as interdimensionally foreign to her as the river in which she flowed through and on. Though perhaps it were an instance, it felt an eternity, passive in her plights to simply get to wherever she needs to. Perhaps the experience was worsened due to her naturally empathetic nature whose attempts to comprehend only threw her in for a loop 10 fold. Just as she were about to loose consciousness, she bore witness to the scenario of two scientists and a little girl, and the tragedy in which she beheld. Reality felt subjective at this point, up until the creature which grew in size measured the helpless Karuna, though there would have been nothing she could do to stop it. Luckily it had more pressing matters, and soon found itself fleeing at the realization of Lunara, who Karuna hadn't realized was even here. Was this not a dream? The creature left the girl to sob alone in the void beyond Space-Time. And despite the young woman's current condition, she could not help but feel sorry for her. But that moment almost immediately passed as they stepped out of the portal. In attempts to adapt to a plane of existence, she fell to a knee, once again dropping her books. She refused to vomit, but held a hand to her mouth just in case. She heard the man speak, but refused to reply until she were certain she could contain herself. She gathered her books into a stack on the floor shortly after. "I..." She looked back at Sasha with furrowed brows. That couldn't be the little girl could it? And that man's voice. What was this all for? Anger flowed through her as she felt the helplessness of ignorance, from her Journey through Lirrey to her passage through the portal she has felt helpless. And for some reason, through this feeling, a distant, yet unforgettable memory resurfaced, remembering looking directly into the sky, the air engulfed in heat and fire, the clouds daunting and screams of the innocent deafening, and seeing a weapon unlike any a poor farmer girl has ever seen heading straight for her. She returned to reality once more. "Give my portion of the gold to them. I don't need it." Just before rising from her kneel, she noticed a small but noticeable greenish imprint on her poncho, that which resembled the same greenish flame from the man they encountered. This resulted in a slight pause in her ascent to her feet. "I have a pretty strong imprint on all of your spiritual essence. Hopefully we can keep in touch, but we must part ways for now." She coughed in her shoulder. "I'll be heading to the Gaian Academy to continue my studies. For the next couple of months, if you ever need to find me, that would be the place. But-" with her magic, she pulls out a small crystal orb which expanded in her hand to a full sized crystal ball. she pulled a chip of crystal from it with relative ease and the mass seemed to acclimate for the missing space. She gave the chipped crystal to Lunara. "For those more magically inclined. You have that too. it's magically attracted to me. It should activate when you need it to. Until we meet again." She gives a warm, yet smile as she takes another look around, her smile fading to stoicism. She starts towards a rather rough looking man with a stable of horses in which it seems a negotiation for one of the houses is taking place. Though no money was transacted She ends up purchasing a horse and leaves with it, looking back at the group for a moment as the horse galloped away. At closer inspection one may notice the man seemed to be sleeping deeply in the same chair he rocked in. One thing was certain. Her pursuit for knowledge, and by association, power, was insatiable.
  3. I agree. Karuna kinda has a lot on her plate right now, but she would definitely be sure to stay in touch. I will make one more post.
  4. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Still bent over, she took a scan of those around her. Apparently she was the only one of the group that was not okay, and Lunara was first to verbally acknowledge it. She paused, a a flush of red undertone peered through her brown cheeks. She quickly put herself together, dusting off her soot covered clothes. She cleared her throat of the remaining dust. "Right. Yeah, sounds about right." She coughed again as she took a look at her arms. Now that the man had brought it to her attention, it was blatantly obvious something was wrong. She is leaking energy, she can see it, sense it even. Perhaps she had not noticed because she never really takes the time to inspect herself. And perhaps in the heat of the moments the pain was ignored, placed under the category of exhaustion. But now she sees she really was not taking care of herself all these years. She needs to give her body a break. At least until she is able to fund a cure for this ailment which could permanently scar her if left untreated. She supposes all form s of magic should cease, including the illusion spell she placed on her poncho a while back for aesthetic reasons. With a snap of her fingers, her once Teal poncho unfurls into more of an indigo Cloak, flowing to just sweep your ankles. She collected her books at followed the group back to the village. --- Just before she would enter the portal she would look back at the Village, the landscape, and then find herself looking at Dolor, who seemed intent at ensuring everyone else entered before him. In this gaze she noticed the rune imprinted on the shoulder of her cloak. She is still not sure what it means, but she knows that once the symbol is complete, something very bad will happen to her home town. She then turned to look at her arms, which appeared normal, but leaked energy visibly to anyone with a keen sense for magic. Then she stared at the top book of her stack which had the image of the magicians hat. And then there is the demon familiar that resided in her, who has yet to communicate what the hell is going on inside of her. Wouldn't it have known of her condition? There was a lot on her plate now. She took another deep breath before walking through the portal behind Sasha.
  5. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    “So, what’s the use of hoarding all these books in the middle of nowhere?” Lunara asked the man. “Also, what kind of deal exactly did you strike with the last Herald?” She smiled daintily. “You know, the little witch taught me a fire spell just now, but I’m not very good at controlling it yet. I even accidentally burnt my knight just now.” She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers casually. "A very impressive feat I'm sure," he humored the young fairy, though remaining engrossed in his book. "A Harold and a prodigy, you seem to have it all going for you." his voice was borderline sarcastic, but there was a brightness to his tone that suggested his genuine praise. A concerned look came over the man as the young lady of shadows trailed behind Karuna, placing the books in an order he did not orchestrate. He would attempt to read while looking up to take account of the book being placed elsewhere, but do nothing to stop it. Karuna, so involved in her search, did not even notice her. "As for the 'Deal', I have no idea what you are referring to. I was more of a nuisance to her than anything. Always pestering and meddling. She could never figure out how I had been so elusive. She could not even find my hiding place. Right under her nose. Well- all good things come to an end I suppose. His eyes shoot a look up at Dolor as his bulky frame stampedes the stacks of books leading to the Fae. His eyes scanned Dolor's location, more specifically the books that were falling. without a second thought, his hand raised and a select few books from those piles fail to reach the floor, suspended mid air. the rest fall unceremoniously with a rather large cloud of dust and sand. Some arcane sounds could be heard harmonizing with the sound of scattered sand and dust from the upheaval. He did not bother to chastise. A man his size was bound to topple a few stacks of books. But he could at least try to look sorry about it. The select books chosen for rescue then found their way to another stack of books far from where the party resided, which isn't really that far considering the size of the shack-like home. "These books hold very little value to me to be quite honest with you. Burning them actually would not be a bad idea in retrospect-" His voice was low and unamused, speaking through a sigh, "Though I suppose until I come to a consensus, I'd be best to keep them here where the chances of finding them are slim to none. On one hand, in this room holds the potential power to destroy cities if used correctly, On the other, I have a strong belief that all information is valuable no matter how destructive. One mans cancer could be another' cure for mortality. I've traveled the world in search of the power I need to-" he cuts himself off halting his reading to look at the ceiling for the correct word he used previously, "Satiate my Insatiable...but to no avail. Now I'm left with books that mean nearly nothing to me." He still remained on the same page as he was before. He seemed to have a harder time focusing. He was not used to these many people in his home. It wasn't until Dolor finally demanded he help Karuna did the man finally take initiative. He huffed loudly. "She should be able to help herself but I suppose my expectations were to high." This sudden outburst grabbed Karuna's undivided attention immediately as she placed the book she was about to choose down. "What's that suppose to mean?" she retorted in a threatening manner. The man gets up in a rather swift motion, uncrossing his legs in a spin. So fast, in fact, that it leaves a faded green after image of him reading a book. Except...he did not move that fast. And the After image did not dissipate. It was still reading the book. Taken aback, Karuna lips parted slightly as if to say something but was interrupted by the man who approached her. his palms were open to her. "Your hands, may I see them?" She paused for a moment, looking up at him with a confused look but eventually submitting her hands to the man. Like a fly trap, his open palms clam shut as Karuna winced from the stinging pain, but the pain did not reside in her wrists. No, it was her entire arm. The Invisible scars that plagued the entirety of her arms became apparent with a luminous purple glow. "You have Void Rot." he responded monotonously. She pulled away, holding her elbows. "What was that?" she cried out, her hands still stinging similarly to when she overused her powers in the caverns. "Void Rot, girl, pay attention." he walks to one of the stacks of books and with tact, yanked a thick leather book from in between the stack without toppling the pile. he immediately underhand throws it to Karuna. She instinctively catches it but almost topples over by the sheer weight of the book. By now the scars have faded. "It's a condition that occurs when novice Sorcerers such as yourself use more magic than their bodies are capable of handling. I'm assuming you are of novice level considering you cannot even sense the books that are of most value to you." He lifts a finger and a book in the corner flings in the air in Karuna's Direction. She catches it as well, with similar results as the first. "H-hey wait a-" she was cut off. "Left untreated, Void Rot can permanently hinder a sorcerer from using their magic among loosing their lives at a much faster pace than natural." "P-permanently??" She seemed more in fear of the former than the latter. She stammered towards him, only to have another book thrown at her. she barely manages to keep her pile stable. "You absolutely wreak of magic girl, and you are no fairy, or elemental, which means your body is leaking Mana at a dangerous rate. Judging from those scars you've been leaking long before your adventure began. This has surely shaven a few years from your life." Karuna was in utter shock, as if a doctor had revealed a terminal illness to her. Before she could interject, he raised a palm to silence her. "Those books will teach you fundamental Herbology. Somewhere in there you should be able to concoct a cure to remedy the issue; I'd show you how, but I am no teacher, and it might give you incentive to take this time to self reflect on your recklessness. And this-" He places a much lighter book with a magicians hat on the cover on top of the pile now reaching mid chest. "Will be the Gateway to learning your Journey as a Magician Class witch." He walked to a table at the end of the shack giving Karuna a chance to finally speak. "Magician? You mean illusion magic? No I'm no illusionist i'm an anarchist mage." "So you tell yourself. Anyway, I believe that is what you were looking for." Karuna shakes her head aggressively. "No! I-" "Well, it's what you need. Frankly, I haven't a clue what your plans are Girl, but I have very little hopes for you if you cannot find the book you seek." He stiffens for a moment his face noticeable in it's restraint. He took a breath and wipes a sweat off his brow. "Either way, it seems We've run out of Time." Wearily, he snaps his fingers and suddenly green flames swarm his section of the shack, halting at where the group resided though It was spreading to their side gradually. Karuna jumped back, more so startled at the books catching fire. "What are you doing?!" She screamed, backing up at the encroaching flames. Engulfed in the fire, he merely smiled. "I'd be bad for me to just leave such power unattended, especially after being compromised like this... I'v derided to remove them." The fire fluctuated, his cloak flying into the flames. Through the flickers of the inferno, a green flowing lantern and hook may be visible on either side and from it a demonic presence. At this point, they may find the shack hard to breathe in. With a lack of ventilation, and temperatures rising dangerously high the exit would be the most favorable option. The flames seemed unwilling to extinguish and by now the man was barely visible. Karuna coughed heavily, almost toppling over her books. She glanced over to where the ghastly version of the man was. His form was gone but the book was still there, unburnt. There was no reason to believe this book held any importance to her cause. Perhaps it were out of spite. But with her eyes glowing purple, she pulled the book into her pile and began to run out of the building pile in hand. Perhaps individuals would catch a glimmer of the man's skeleton before the he was unable to be distinguished from the blaze. If all left the building, the house would then fully unleash its flurry of flames, melting the sandstone that it was built upon. The house soon turned to bubbling sand. And the man would be gone. Karuna had dropped the books, now on her hands and feet coughing the rest of the smoke out of her system. The books she gathered were scattered on the sand-plated floor. She spoke between coughs while still gathering the books in a stack. "Is everyone...okay?"
  6. Okay maybe not the end of the day... heh. I got home later than expected, and though I got a lot done, the post will not be ready until tomorrow night. Sorry guys. the main story will be on track shortly.
  7. Thank you all for the feedback! It certainly gives me new perspective of the results. I do enjoy the word-choice to a fault for that post. The goal was to emulate the personality and intellect of the character through the descriptive writing. I think I might mess around with word choice a bit more to evoke certain emotions, especially for my other characters. In regards to my next post, I should have it done by the end of the day!
  8. Thank you! Well I suppose grammar is my main enemy here. Also heightening my vocabulary to more accurately describe what I want to portray while having a more figurative presence? To use when I want to portray feelings/actions that elude my ability to objectively describe. Like similes and metaphors, Without sounding overbearing I guess. Readable, easy to understand, and captivating were also what I was going for so that's good to know!
  9. Hey guys i was curious to know what you thought about that last post. Maybe a critique? Im trying to improve/change my writing.
  10. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Judging by body language as well as intonation of the vast majority, one would suspect he were that which were synonymous to a prisoner. That the man of mystery and books were simply caught in some compromising act, trapped with little alternative, as if a deer in headlights. That due to the outranking of numbers he would be forced to comply, or 'suffer' as proclaimed by the certainly formidable but notably manageable formless creature. Needless to say, such showmanship of power and personal threats elicited very little response from the man physically, for he continued his rather professional stride, comparable to one which is deemed superior; back straight, strides long but not too long, hands folded behind him, veiled in the black sleeved cloak which could be described as almost interminable in its darkness. That is to say, it was noticeably unnatural to those close enough to see it. Regardless of the pressure, or lack thereof, for rebuttal, he replied to the question with familiar calm and poise yet with mysteriousness quick to its heel. Though his answers were true and genuine, he would not reveal too much unless prompted to. And unless it were necessity, he would rather not ruin his new attire in a brawl that would inevitably cause some collateral damage. He was, after all, trespassing; the situation could have been infinitesimally worse. He could just flee. It would be quite easy to actually. There were a myriad of ways in which he could do this, but this group's particularly intriguing. A mere pixie bequeathed with the Title of the New Harold of Lirrey. A demon repaying a debt. A child of the shadows. And a Sorceress who's thirst for knowledge so insatiable as to compete with the bottomless black of the man's cloak. It was...odd. And intriguing. And a tad humorous. Like the start of a routine wanton bar joke. A chuckle escaped the mans lips, for reasons the party may have misinterpreted as being disingenuous. He coughed in his throat as he turns back around. "If one is to be chased, does one not instinctively flee? If charged, should a man not defend themselves? I find it strange actually that the man who reacts last is considered the most guilty. Though I suppose the opposite is just as true. Where does that leave those in between? Tell me-" His words are quick to the cut. his head shifts fluidly with his step, tilting ever so slightly in Lunara's direction behind him, enough to catch a halo of his chiseled cheekbone's frame but not enough to actually give view to his face. Though if she could see, she would see a content smile, like a man chatting with old friends. "-If you have taken the place as the next Harold. A Harbinger, if you will, to what is to come, what does that mean for you? Do ancestral Harolds whisper in your ear or is it a hive mind mentality similar to the villagers you puppeteer? Do you hold your puppets experiences? Their memories? Are *you* innocent? Are you even 'you' anymore? I would ask the last Harold these questions, but they were not too keen on chit chat if I recall." he continued, not expecting Lunara to answer. "I pass through here once in a while for the atmosphere. I have not seen an actual person for years. The people remedy the nostalgia to a degree. Also, I was under the impression that you were all here for ill intent so I thought I'd linger around to make sure whatever you were doing would not compromise me. Perhaps thieves? Though I see now you came for more than a few books." He pauses before continuing. "I find that those, especially out here, deem anyone who isn't them as guilty of something. And I suppose that holds truth to some degree. No one is innocent. Everyone is guilty. Especially out here." Those last words held a dimmer tone to it, as if recalling a dark truth. "Answering a call, protecting a bond, knowledge." He sighs through his words, as if disappointed. "The real reason you are here- the reason anyone would ever venture this far- is for power. The Insatiable. The beckoning call to it. We all seek it, and we all know it resides here. Fresh for the plucking. Ripe as any forbidden fruit. Regardless how we desire to use that power, it is the source of our drive here. I am out here, dear Harold, because of my Insatiable, as you all are." Karuna does not interject, merely listening. She knows all to well how true that was, at least to her. She would have no ulterior motive other than to obtain the power she sought. And it seemed that Lunara had similar interests in this land. Dolor however remains a mystery. To repay a debt and protect a bond? Is he referring to Lunara? How invested is he in her? It's almost making her a little jealous. She takes a silent, but existential breath. Ever since the darkness flowed within her, willingly so, her emotions have been all over the place. Thoughts she may not have had previously are all she can think about now. Fear, anger, anxiety are the main emotions she has been feeling. The more prevalent one right now is loneliness. But she supposes she prefers it this way. She may have glanced back at Lunara and her looming knight for just a moment. It would be nice to have a Knight. Someone to protect her. But much like the majority of her intimate relationships, though invested she may be, invested in the future, she is still, at the end of the day, a solitary creature. ---- It really was not that far off, this Hub of Knowledge. the Village is still within eyes view, though it was a noticeable distance away. Though there was not much to see, in fact, there was nothing there at all. But of course living the way one lives out here, housing in plain site was a death wish. A few gestures and chants and his residence was in clear view, though the shoddy structure was modest at best. Not exactly something someone would describe as hospitable. It looked more like a sand stone shack than a home, but it was visually big enough to at least fit the lot at the very least. The man thought nothing of it and with the same amount of swagger, would lead the group inside. "Please, make yourself at home." It was a claustrophobic's nightmare. Though there was somewhat of a path to navigate into the mini house, that were only because towers upon towers of books stuffed with unbound paper almost reaching the ceiling lined the walkway and threatened to topple at any moment. Fortunately, the house was able to fit the group, with some wiggle room, but only barely so. Dolor may have particular issue with navigating certain paths in the shack, but the main ones should be relatively feasible. "Oh God." Karuna, firts of her team to enter, coughed heavily as she wafts at the dust unceremoniously entering her lungs. It was a mixture of dust and sand. And old deteriorating paper. Once she gained her bearings she managed to look, through squinted eyes, throughout the one room house. She noticed the books seemed untouched, coated in dust and sand, But one of them in particular was dust free, indicating he at least still reads one of these books; A red one with gold glinted font and fancy markings Karuna could not decipher. It resided on a medium sized pile, about up to Karuna's chest. There were also indication that he did religiously locate himself to certain parts of the room, such as the dust free hooks on the wall which contained a variety of trinkets including the one Karuna distinctly remembers around the Cyclops' Neck. It resides loosely wrapped in a similar black cloth as the robe the man wore, and seemingly shows no sign of magical activity. She would not even notice it if not for it literally being on the wall (the part that is visible anyway). There was also an empty space against the opposing wall that deviates from the book path into a subsection of equally unstable looking book forts similarly to the displayed trinkets. She could only assume this was where he would sit considering the slight indent on the sandy floor, and this is confirmed when he crosses his legs and takes a seat with that same red book she was idling at a moment ago. With routine practice he turns to the last page they could only assume he was on. Wait when did he pick it up? She shoots a look at the place she last saw it and noticed a trail of dust trailing into the air before tapering off. Ah, magic. Her lips purse in a thin line. "Sooo. . ." Karuna trails off wondering what happens next. Was he just going to sit there and read? He answers almost immediately. "Hm? Oh, yes, pick your book." He flails his hand as if to shoo her, the book close to his face like some magazine laced with the latest scandalous gossip. Wait is he serious? Karuna looks at her party with a confused look, jaw slightly agape, before looking back at the man with the same awe-stricken expression.. She tries to get his attention again, but he does not reply, too engrossed in his book. She huffs as she twists her heel to inspect some of the books. They...all had blank faces. How does he find anything? Frustrated, Karuna picks up a random book to read. "Not that one." The man responded monotonously, without even looking up at the girl as his half lidded eyes danced across the words on each slide of paper. Within a few seconds he was already dancing on the next page. He seemed awfully fast at reading. "I thought you said to choose a book." Karuna protests, audibly irritated. "Well not that one. Choose another." This would be followed by a series of 'nopes' 'Nuh uh's' 'Nay's ' and 'Definitely not that one's' with each book Karuna even remotely tried to pick up. Karuna was getting pretty heated at this point. She almost threw a book at the man, but decidedly mumbled some pretty vulgar language. He just smirked as he continued reading.
  11. Post is 85 percent done as of now. I will be posting tomorrow night!
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