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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury's Academy of the Mystical ArtsShieta straightened her back, and grabbed a handkerchief from her duffle bag. It was as if she had everything and anything in there. She wiped her hand that was covered in sticky blood of her own, before stuffing it back in her bag. It it weren't for the faint stain of blood in the corner of her lips, or how Shieta's face was even more paler than usual or even how Shieta's fingertips were slightly trembling, it would seem as if nothing was wrong.
But going against Elvira's worried gaze, it gave Shieta but no choice but to force herself to act strong.
It was strange how feelings could change a person this much.
"It's.. nothing. No need to worry. It's just syndromes of mana being overused."
Though it was strange that the scroll took so much mana to activate. Shieta frowned further, has the scroll been modified without her knowledge? If then, by who? They weren't even in the right location.
But that did not matter to her, she just didn't want her witch friend to be injured. She takes the match out of her mouth and whispers some foreign incantations. Her warmth became a lot soother, almost like...
like being in a cozy cottage during winter time. A nice warm feeling...

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

How strange.
Limpidly standing up, and awkwardly using Elvira as a support, getting close, but not close at the same time; she put the bloodied handkerchief back into her duffle bag, and silently enjoyed the cozy warmth sent off by the other person.
"...Anyways, i'm sorry about all this.. This wasn't where I planned to take us." Shieta bit her lips, guilty. "Now.. I don't know what happened, nor where we are.. I'm sorry..." Shieta hung her head low, and clenched her fist.
Everything could have been prevented if she just... just refused.
"Look, you got us somewhere else and we did not end up in each other's bodies or with more arms. That's already this high in the amazing chart!" Elvira raised her arm high, even standing on her toes.
"We'll find out where we are, then we can go back and this time, we'll take our time and enjoy the way we take. Okay?" Despite the darkness, her smile shines and she was positive they're going to be just fine. After all, it's not like they landed in some shady facility where they sell students, right?

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
She found herself standing outside of a rundown part of the city. Another flick of her fingers, and her uniform faded into a black cloak and boots. She pulled the hood over her head, and tucked the binder under her arm. Travelling through the crisscrossing streets, she reached the darkened building that was her target. She knocked on the door like the binder told her to.
"It's a lovely day to buy something... reliable." She said, also like the binder told her to. That was the passphrase to get her in so she could look at the... goods. Infiltration time.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Just slightly.
Holding back a smile and a chuckle, Shieta coughed into her first. Her eyes shined with amusement. Who in the world would feel comforted by the red-heads lousy comforting? Well, Shieta supposed she fell for it. Funny how things turned out this way.
Snapping herself back into reality, she almost let herself forgot the severity of the situation! It would have been fine, if she was the only one who was affected by their current predicament, but Shieta dragged Elvira into this mess. Thus she has to be responsible for it.
"..You are over-praising me. I clearly brought us to this predicament against your will.. I should be responsible for it." Shieta muttered darkly, clenching her fist, guilty.
So, she smiles again and puts her hands on the witch's shoulders. "You should not worry so much about what you might have done." The red-head was doing her best to be supportive. Maybe Shieta does not need confirmation about it not being a big deal... but something else. Her voice got a little more relaxed now. "If you feel like you made a mistake, it is always an opportunity to balance it out. The past is behind us, but we can brighten up the future!" How exactly Elvira managed to stay positive in a situation like this... it boggles the mind. Then... her mind skipped a step again.
"Do not be parsley! You're a pistachio!" ... wot

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Off you go, then. 'Ave a wonderful time, y'hear? Kehehe~"
The men made way for Jack, allowing her to pass through.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Jack strode through the halls, her four-inch heels clicking on the tiles. She took her time, glancing at the suits of armor and other ridiculous decorations displayed by the masquerade. The windows were twelve feet in the air, and dim light streamed into the building. It gave the place an eerie, timeless feel.
And then she got to the end, where someone stood with their back to her. "Hello. I'm looking for... the merchandise." The binder had also told her to say that. So far so good.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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The hooded figure opened a door.
"The aucti'n starts in 10 minites, little miss. Take a seat, wherever you want to be."
Through the door, was a huge auditorium, with a s tage up at the front, an auctioneer's stand stood.
Heavy red curtains obscured whatever was behind the stage.
"Don't forget to put your mask on, missy. Wouldn't want anyone to know who you are, right?"
The hooded man laughed heartily, before pushing her through the door, and closing it.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

She stared down at her lap, holding the buyer card she'd been turning over in her palm for the last ten minutes. She had more money than she had ever seen in her life tucked inside her bag, warded to perfection. Yet the bidding ran high. She likely only had enough money for one student.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work: