Post #963218 in The Gift, a roleplay on RPG

Mira had just finished with the last stirring spoon when a pulse of energy slammed into her. She wobbled on her stool gasping as she pulled her hand to her chest. Understanding then anger slid into her as she realized the cause. Part of her soul and come crashing back into her, the small part she had pulled from the whole to animate the rope doll twisted within her painfully until it found its rightful place once again and settled. She broke out into a cold sweat as her body trembled, pain wracked her for several minutes after the doll had been dispelled. Then the rage filled her.. was it so much to ask for an afternoon?! Just one God damn afternoon to work on a project!?

She marched up the stairs her hat falling off along the way letting her floor length brown hair toss behind her in beautiful long flowing locks. Even as tiny as she was she was rather striking, her brilliant eyes narrowed in rage, and her small features calm. She knew that Bel and Mel wouldn’t dare dispel one of her creations!.. They knew how much it hurt her, how much pain was coiled with the experience of soul manipulation. Her constructs were alive, each one given part of her soul in order to flourish, react and move with an almost life like intelligence. She marched through the cellar grabbing a small empty bottle that had been left below ready to be filled with one of Mel’s better concoctions.

Up above the one doll left continued to dance and bob about the bar, its form carring plates and trays as if it had been specialy made for the task, which it had, though no other bars could brag to have such cheep and fascinating labor dancing within their walls. In truth one of those dolls was worth a small house, and often times people had tried to nab them, though the rope dolls had a rather nasty fail safe that Mira had built in, if they were taken out of the bar they automatically sprang into action and strangled who ever carried them. A rather familiar book and pen slid through the air and hovered about Mercy, a disembodied male voice sounded from the direction of the floating objects.

”How may we serve you.. Mercy was it? Ahh yes that was the name!.. Good to see you again.. Now! So you know! We have an especially choice roast bore, though I’d have to recommend the Venison loin and shank.. its smoked and rather flavorful.. though I’m only a pen.. so! I just have to go by what they tell me.. What will it be?” The book slid about her head then floated out next to her as the pen continued to wait patiently with its point rested against the books surface. Plainly written on the page above where the pen sat was an odd description about someone grabbing an empty bottle that had been left below ready to be filled with one of Mel’s better concoctions. Soon after the pen spoke to Mercy a even more familiar Halfling girl marched out from the back rooms branshishing a broken bottle. Her eyes wild with rage, her features pale as the knuckles or her hand whitened over the neck of the broken instrument.

With grace that would astound most watching Miralight launched herself at Magnum who now carried the lifeless doll. Her small body would slam into his if he didn’t dodge with enough force to tumble him on his back. The tiny child like girl would glare down at him, her face and neck in a cold sweat and her skin slightly grey and sickly; the sharp angles of glass would be pressed quickly against his throat as she straddled his chest. ”You!.. You just had to touch it?! HMM?! You JUST HAD to Mess with it?! Didn’t you?! HUH?! Why did you hurt it?! Couldn’t you just leave it alone?!” she hissed through clenched teeth her eyes wild with obsession and rage. She didn’t like it when people broke her creations.. much less when people interrupted her work. Once she saw his face though her expression would soften slightly.. as if she had expected someone else.. in fact the person she expected was a half elf from down the way that had been trying to steal the creations for over a year now.. yet this youth was not the mage she expected. Her dark brown hair slid down her cheek and shoulders making her pale skin look all the more ivory, as the hair tumbled down to the side of Magnum's face and over the floor and his chest. She was small in weight, at most seventy pounds, though most of her weight was rested on her feet and knees. Her eyebrow arched looking stunned and then a light blush slid over her cheeks and her snarled expression flared to a perky smile. ”Hi!”

Snippet #963218

located in Gia, a part of The Gift, one of the many universes on RPG.

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