Miss 'Shuu'. What the hell kind of name is Miss 'Shuu'.
Finally, after what seems like a long time -but is admittedly just half an hour of boring wait- the train arrives and whistles sharply, announcing it has finally stopped. You wait for the crowd to disperse, the beloved ones meeting each other, the families going on trips to the countryside, and finally, after nearly everyone has left, you watch a few who could be your Apprentice.
"Are you Master Toombs?" a sharp voice asks, one that brokers no argument, if it weren't that it comes from a fidgeting fifteen years old, with long pointed ears and wearing a frilly black dress that makes her resemble a...did she use too much make-up? Is she dressing for the part of the 'Necromancer' apprentice? Her scared green eyes look up to you, her hair apparently dyed a dark black -the roots are blond- and she's biting her lower lip.
"I am," you nod, as composed as you can be.
"I expected someone different," she says bluntly, with the same finesse a sledgehammer in a porcelain shop has.
You raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Miss Shuu nods firmly, once, and then grips a large burlap sack -as tall as her, actually- which contains her stuff.
Well, you didn't expect an elf of all things.
Still, could have been worse.
It could have been a Troll.
Or a Devil.
Or a Demon.
Or an Angel.
That would have been funny. 'Angel Apprentice and Adventurous Necromancer Wizard Master'.
Miss Shuu remains quietly in front of you, and you calmly gesture towards the exit of the station. Your carriage driver -a pile of bones that once was your actually living carriage driver, before he passed away of heart attack at the age of ninety-four- gingerly takes in its skeletal hands the burlap sack with ease, and places it in the back of the carriage.
Miss Shuu looks a bit scandalized at it, but quickly composes herself as you both step inside the carriage.
As the carriage departs, leaving for the countryside house, Miss Shuu appears hesitant enough, and you could swear you heard her mutter 'stupid' under her breath, probably directed at herself.
Still...
the time it takes for the carriage to reach home would be the perfect opportunity to 'break the ice'.
But what argument to start with?
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