You grimace as your new wannabe-guide continues to shower you with patronizing words. You don't move as she slides behind you and admires your gently waggling tail. "Oh, wow! Is that enchanted? Your tutor must be both very skilled very generous to give you a gift like this!" She smooths her blonde hair out too close in front of you. "Why, only an honorary Master of Deception would be able to make a permanent charm like that so realistic!"
Your teeth clench, eyes staring straight forward into space as opposed to the elf girl dancing around you like a particularly feisty sardine. "That's because I AM one."
She titters and spins on her heel. "Really? I know we're all illusionists here, but you don't need to be so..." she taps her head twice, "deceptive all the time! You can tell me the truth. Who's your mentooor?"
Your expression goes from tensed to livid in a second. Goddammit, you wanted to relax with this trip. But every single time you go into the quad-I HQ you're faced with one annoying inconvenience after another. Well, you've really had it. "You want to know who my mentor is, Caron?" In the next second, your bright pink blackjack flips out of your holster to slap into your hand. "I'm goddamn self-taught! And here's proof!"
You tap her once on the nose with the head of your focus. She stumbles back, clutching her face in surprise. When she find she isn't injured or changed in any way, she blinks and stares back up at you with a careful smile. "Meow?" she asks, and you can see her expression melt back into surprise. Heh.
It's a spell you invented yourself. You step back as the elf girl proceeds to make a fool of herself mewling like a kitten, or perhaps a particularly out-of-it schizophrenic. She glares at you angrily as she backs away.
"Think I'm a rookie now?" Your smug grin, meanwhile, lasts for about five more seconds before you feel yourself fall to the ground, body suddenly entangled in ropes.
"No," comes the deep expression of a tall, rough-looking beastman. The tarot card in his hand seems tiny when compared to the guy's girth. "You're a criminal. Illegal use of a harmful spell," he begins, picking up your wriggling form, "Unlawful targeting of an innocent," he rubs your clothes with a card inscribed with the number 0 and your cat tail ceases it's wriggling, "Disturbance of the peace."
You stare at the softly mewing elf girl as she glares at you. Your only regret is that the Hanged Man isn't letting you blow a raspberry in her direction.
You're currently in the headquarters' custody office. The Hanged Man rope has disappeared and been replaced with more standard handcuffs. Your crimes probably won't land you in too much trouble, maybe a couple thousand gold fine, but it still sucks. You sigh.
You suddenly shoot up in your chair when you sense someone coming into the lobby area. You could recognize that smooth, dark-skinned face anywhere - a gentle yet weary look in her eyes, humble attire for one in her position, and her iconic black facemask.
"Greetings,
High Illusionist."
"Your manners never cease to impress, Tori." You can't help but grin despite your own irritation. This snarky weasel is a welcome change from the over-friendly Caron, and even though you currently have your wrists tied up, you do your best impersonation of a bow.
"So tell me," Rhydian begins, "why do I find you here after two years of absence awaiting security processing?"
[ ] "Meh. There was this girl."
[ ] "The real question is why you didn't send a holiday postcard. You know where I live."
[ ] "Two years of absence and you give me a job with a no-talent drunk?"
[ ] Say some other snarky remark.
Cat-ear headband (Worn)
Pink cat clothes (Worn)
Pink cat tail (disenchanted) (Worn)
Torielle's Blackjack (Worn)
((sorry for the low quality of this update :u))
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Topic: A Magician's Secret [SG/Quest] (Read 2430 times)