Epic Quest

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“8-Bit City, it’s a town full of dreamers, gamers, musicians, crooks, dream stealers, bastards, and maybe even a few heroes. I just want to know if you’ve got what it takes to fight for it. Don’t dissapoint.”

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Setting: 8-Bit City2010-08-17 23:54:40, as written by Valor
Nym was slowly making her way home now, head bowed a little as she walked forward. The gentle night breeze passed through her soft blonde hair, sending chills down her spine. It was beginning to get colder, another sign that it was time for her to get home - seeing as she was already wearing the jumper that she usually carried in her bag. Being so small, she got effected by the cold easily. Another deficiany in herself.

She didn't get a moment longer to think about how incapable she was, as there was a sudden cry of fear that grabbed her attention. She looked up, only to see a figure somewhat bigger than herself scrambling out of a shop doorway. Apparently he didn't see her there, too gripped by some sort of fear or shock to notice that he practically ran straight into her. The force of the impact having knocked her aside, the boy not even turning back to check that she was alright. To stop herself falling flat on her face, she had to put her hands out infront of her, her sketchpad skittering a little infront of her.

"Ow..." She whined, carefully pulling herself up onto her knees, checking her hands to see that there were only a few minor scrapes - she would be fine. Nym looked over her shoulder, the boy that had knocked her over having disappeared down the street. "Thanks..." She murmered sarcasticly, hoping that he wasn't going to be at Atari High tomorrow, not that there was anything she could do about it if he was. It wasn't like she could speak to anyone, let alone stand up for herself.

With a heavy sigh, Nym pulled herself to her feet, edging over to her sketchpad and gently taking it from the ground. She couldn't help but moan a little as it was folded awkwardly in places from crashing to the ground. She'd done so well to keep this one flat as well. She dusted off the cover before hugging it close to her chest again, having pulled her sleeves over most of the palms of her hands so that there wouldn't be any blood spots on it from the little cuts on her hand.

She couldn't help but glance at the shop that the boy had run out of, looking up for a moment to see it's name. It was dark inside, so she guessed it was closed. What was possibly so scary about the place that could cause such a reaction?
Looking in the window, she could see sculptures inside, other things that glistened in the dim light from the street. It looked, interesting. Pieces made from glass dotted about the place, she couldn't help but stare at them with awe.
"Pretty..." She mumbled, wishing she could make things like this.