There’s no “You” in Ginger, is There…? [Open] May 9, 2017 20:07:55 GMT
Post by Scarlette on May 9, 2017 20:07:55 GMT
Power Level – 975
Mid-morning graced the outskirts of Gingertown with many things. A warm, westerly breeze carried fluffy cumulus clouds across the blue sky above, whilst birds sang cheerily in the trees of suburbia. People milled and meandered as people do, running businesses and living somewhat carefree lives, absent of mind and of understanding. An old codger sat upon a bench, scouring a newspaper for word of events elsewhere on the globe, whilst a gathering of young children were escorted across the street by a caretaker of sorts. They looked to be of schooling age, no older than eight and barely up to a man’s waist. Nonetheless, they were being watched.
Scarlette peeked around the wall, taking a tentative step out of the shadow of a corner store as she observed the small legion of juniors. One kid turned and looked in her direction and, despite the chubby-faced child not taking a blind bit of notice of her presence, the woman’s response was to spring back into cover of shade. Her back pressed against the wall, cool through fabric and onto flesh, yet she could feel slight traces of perspiration. Swallowing, forcing a small smile, the girl in drear gothic dress instead opted to take another route through the burg.Thwump!
“Ow! My nose…” Cupping her snoot with fair hands, the dark-haired demoiselle gave the culprit a peculiarly pitiful look. A book, black of cover and laced with ivory fissures that marbled its binds, hovered steadily before Scarlette’s face. It withdrew – only a couple of feet – and let itself flip open afresh. Pages of clean yet yellowed parchment fluttered erratically for a second or two, settling upon a double spread of blank leaf.
The girl glowered at the grimoire.
Darkened ink started to stain the pages, as if being written upon by invisible quills. Deep purple seemed to blend and coil, beautiful calligraphy forming only to smear itself and reshape into something more readily legible to the scowling sorceress’ chocolate eyes. A look of grimness upon her fair façade melted slowly, hands dropping from her otherwise undamaged nose as she squinted at the magical musings and tried to decipher, one slow syllable at a time.“You…idi–?” Scarlette blinked:
“Don’t call me an idiot!”
Word Count – 371
Tags – Akran
OOC – I hope it’ll do to start things off!
Disclaimer – To anyone who wishes to join, be warned! Scarlette’s very likely to lash out (perhaps even attempt to kill) any character that is not or does not look like a human. I’m not stopping you, but it’s something I’m making sure you know about before you leap in!