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middaeg2020-08-13 05:30 pm
inlikethebrume) wrote in middaeg2020-08-13 05:30 pm
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[Open] Aguril Catchall
Who: Mira and OPEN
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: Aefenglom mostly, out in the Wilde
What: Catchall log
Warnings: None
Hazard at the Harbor
[Oh boy, this was going to be a bit difficult.
Mira definitely understands the meaning of work and even did some herself when academics were at her limit but there's something really off about this particular factory. Not just because most of the workers were children but there was a weird feeling of...well, someone taking advantage. It was when she talked to one of the workers, a young boy no older than ten summers, that there was not really any means of benefit to them. Great, so are the owners like slumlords except with little kids? Perhaps it is the dark knight side of her who wants to do something like help ruin the machines but how much trouble would the kids get in?
It's why she's outside of this particular factory, leaning on the nearest wall and looking to the one who decided to come and help.]
I'm out of my element on this one. I wish to help the children but ruining the machines will only piss off the owners. How the hells do we get them to listen without the usage of a blade?
[She can threaten a bitch well with Shadowbringer but this is delicate. Need help.]
Out of the City
[This has been the normal for her: going outside the Bright Wall and offer her assistance but it's being of two things as of now: storytelling of adventures of people from her world (she has to tell something as she works on the third Alpha story) but being careful not to spook them too badly. But the newer one...it involves her Alchemy magic. Working in the potions shop has helped her skills greatly because she can make some potions to help boost for a short period of time or if there are those needing healing, her formula has gotten better. But she hears someone shift where she has her work station and doesn't turn when she speaks.]
Hey, careful with those. It took me awhile to make those and staying up all night is something I rather not try to do for the next moon.
[Or maybe you are hearing her tell stories, this one happens to have a hapless mystel trying to be like the hero in the stories he heard from his wetnurse. Reeq may or may not be flattered if he ever knew.]
Forget-Me-Nots
...of course they had to make this difficult.
[Sighing, she puts her hands on her hips and stares down the thorny bushes which held the prize needed. Getting flowers were usually not this hard but there's something about this that screams 'DANGER' when they grow around something sharp.]
Damn, I would use fire but it may burn the flowers as well. Got any suggestions other than cutting them down?
[Asking her partner this. Would it work with large broadswords?]
Closed to Emet-Selch
[It was a normal day after Lunasa and Mira was at the house for an actual day off. It was quiet and thankfully Breezy has stopped bugging her to stay put for a second until she heads outside, noticing what appears to be a postal worker at the gate. Holding up a letter, they hand it to Mira and leave as quickly as they came.]
That's weird. I wonder what this can be...?
[She looks at the address written on the envelope and...stares. Is this for real...?]
Wildcard
((OOC: Got a different idea? Hit me up on Plurk at 'litamaxwell' or throw a starter my way!))
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: Aefenglom mostly, out in the Wilde
What: Catchall log
Warnings: None
Hazard at the Harbor
[Oh boy, this was going to be a bit difficult.
Mira definitely understands the meaning of work and even did some herself when academics were at her limit but there's something really off about this particular factory. Not just because most of the workers were children but there was a weird feeling of...well, someone taking advantage. It was when she talked to one of the workers, a young boy no older than ten summers, that there was not really any means of benefit to them. Great, so are the owners like slumlords except with little kids? Perhaps it is the dark knight side of her who wants to do something like help ruin the machines but how much trouble would the kids get in?
It's why she's outside of this particular factory, leaning on the nearest wall and looking to the one who decided to come and help.]
I'm out of my element on this one. I wish to help the children but ruining the machines will only piss off the owners. How the hells do we get them to listen without the usage of a blade?
[She can threaten a bitch well with Shadowbringer but this is delicate. Need help.]
Out of the City
[This has been the normal for her: going outside the Bright Wall and offer her assistance but it's being of two things as of now: storytelling of adventures of people from her world (she has to tell something as she works on the third Alpha story) but being careful not to spook them too badly. But the newer one...it involves her Alchemy magic. Working in the potions shop has helped her skills greatly because she can make some potions to help boost for a short period of time or if there are those needing healing, her formula has gotten better. But she hears someone shift where she has her work station and doesn't turn when she speaks.]
Hey, careful with those. It took me awhile to make those and staying up all night is something I rather not try to do for the next moon.
[Or maybe you are hearing her tell stories, this one happens to have a hapless mystel trying to be like the hero in the stories he heard from his wetnurse. Reeq may or may not be flattered if he ever knew.]
Forget-Me-Nots
...of course they had to make this difficult.
[Sighing, she puts her hands on her hips and stares down the thorny bushes which held the prize needed. Getting flowers were usually not this hard but there's something about this that screams 'DANGER' when they grow around something sharp.]
Damn, I would use fire but it may burn the flowers as well. Got any suggestions other than cutting them down?
[Asking her partner this. Would it work with large broadswords?]
Closed to Emet-Selch
[It was a normal day after Lunasa and Mira was at the house for an actual day off. It was quiet and thankfully Breezy has stopped bugging her to stay put for a second until she heads outside, noticing what appears to be a postal worker at the gate. Holding up a letter, they hand it to Mira and leave as quickly as they came.]
That's weird. I wonder what this can be...?
[She looks at the address written on the envelope and...stares. Is this for real...?]
Wildcard
((OOC: Got a different idea? Hit me up on Plurk at 'litamaxwell' or throw a starter my way!))
no subject
She simply nods and lifts open the flap, hands shaking as she pulls out the parchment with whatever news it will give her. She's not sure why she believes it'll be a rejection but knowing how her luck has been lately, it wouldn't surprise her. Mira then reads the contents out loud just to be sure that the words written there are real.]
'Dear Miss Chambers,
We have looked over the manuscript you sent us and have come to our final decision. We get many stories and not everyone gets picked to be selected-'[She can feel the rejection already hit her but still reads on.] 'but in your case, we are happy to inform you that we have great interest in your story.'
[She pauses and the stress she feels from her body makes her hold onto the nearest sturdy object to steady herself. Otherwise she would have collapsed right on the ground. Her voice shakes but there's something in it that she hasn't felt for the longest time: hope. There's a genuine happiness in her voice as she bites her lower lip and a small smile begins to form, growing the more she reads.]
'We do not get many stories involving tales from the homes of Mirrorbound and hearing about young Alpha has us interested in the other stories you have ready for us. Please come see us at the earliest convince to discuss the process of publishing your work and the possibility of having more of your stories come by us.'
[Someone outside of her tiny circle of friends sees something more in her. They see something good and non-violent in her. She can feel her heart swell with pride.]
...they really like my writing. I didn't think they would...