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Buttons, flips, switches.
Buttons, flips, switches.
Buttons, flips, switches.
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What was your favorite TV show when you were a kid?
((Louis, I'll reply to our RP when I can. I'm gonna be busy today. Sorry dude.
Love ya, bro!))
Love ya, bro!))
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Dunno.
((I'm gonna head on to bed soon. That story took a lot out of me.
Also, I'm uploading it to some art sites I have accounts on! Thanks for the RP that helped inspire it!)) *she pouts, looking sadly at her book*
Also, I'm uploading it to some art sites I have accounts on! Thanks for the RP that helped inspire it!)) *she pouts, looking sadly at her book*
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No. The books here have to stay here. Sorry.
Aw... *she starts to set it back on the shelf but hesitates* You think they'd believe me if I told them it was about me? Maybe they'd let me keep it if I can convince them?
Woah... ((damn, thats long!))
(( Thanks. *cough* I swear I can hear the "That's what she said" jokes from here. *cough* ))
*she takes the book back silently* ... You think we can rent it or something?
*she takes the book back silently* ... You think we can rent it or something?
*looks*
"The Tale of the Spirit of the Fountain: Long ago, in the Ancient World, there was once a fountain.
In this fountain there lived a single spirit, one who could bestow life and youth eternal to those who found her domain. Many years she lived alone, unable to leave her fountain for fear of destroying all which her waters brought life. Many years she stayed, unknowing of the world changing around her.
Until one day a man, lost and on the brink of death, stumbled upon her fountain. He begged her for her Waters of Life, and, in the excitement of company, she agreed to his request. He could drink the waters on one condition. He must never speak of the fountain. The man hastily agreed and was granted a drink. The man was soon healthy. His signs of age all but gone. He quickly left to find his family, promising to return to the fountain again someday.
... And he did. Years passed by, but the man had returned. In his time away, he had recruited his friends and family to come with him on his expedition. He had not told them of the fountain, they had joined him out of trust. When the man returned, accompanied by his family, the spirit was not pleased. He had dishonored their agreement and twisted her words. In arrogance at seemingly besting the spirit, he knelt down and drunk the Waters of Life.
Only, it was salty. Foul, undrinkable salt. As he looked up, he noticed the water turning brown and dirty. The spirit was nowhere to be seen. She had left the fountain, furious at the man. She left the fountain she had long protected. The flowers and trees surrounding the place decayed, the sand of the shores turned to mud, and the spirit, who had long-since loved and protected the waters... Left.
What became of the spirit? Some say she forgot. After so many, many years she forgot.
Some say she is still among us. Quietly watching and helping as she can.
Still others say she lives. As any one person can. A face with two sides. One of the joy and passion of youth, the other of the hidden sadness and despair of her past.
The name of the man was Juan Ponce de León.
This is the Tale of the Spirit of the Fountain of Youth." ((WHEW, that took awhile to write!))
In this fountain there lived a single spirit, one who could bestow life and youth eternal to those who found her domain. Many years she lived alone, unable to leave her fountain for fear of destroying all which her waters brought life. Many years she stayed, unknowing of the world changing around her.
Until one day a man, lost and on the brink of death, stumbled upon her fountain. He begged her for her Waters of Life, and, in the excitement of company, she agreed to his request. He could drink the waters on one condition. He must never speak of the fountain. The man hastily agreed and was granted a drink. The man was soon healthy. His signs of age all but gone. He quickly left to find his family, promising to return to the fountain again someday.
... And he did. Years passed by, but the man had returned. In his time away, he had recruited his friends and family to come with him on his expedition. He had not told them of the fountain, they had joined him out of trust. When the man returned, accompanied by his family, the spirit was not pleased. He had dishonored their agreement and twisted her words. In arrogance at seemingly besting the spirit, he knelt down and drunk the Waters of Life.
Only, it was salty. Foul, undrinkable salt. As he looked up, he noticed the water turning brown and dirty. The spirit was nowhere to be seen. She had left the fountain, furious at the man. She left the fountain she had long protected. The flowers and trees surrounding the place decayed, the sand of the shores turned to mud, and the spirit, who had long-since loved and protected the waters... Left.
What became of the spirit? Some say she forgot. After so many, many years she forgot.
Some say she is still among us. Quietly watching and helping as she can.
Still others say she lives. As any one person can. A face with two sides. One of the joy and passion of youth, the other of the hidden sadness and despair of her past.
The name of the man was Juan Ponce de León.
This is the Tale of the Spirit of the Fountain of Youth." ((WHEW, that took awhile to write!))
*walks over* I have to come back tomorrow to get a new staff. Luckily, it's a basic novice staff.
*she's busy reading the book* huh... It's like it's about me... Near the end at least. *she holds it up* C'mon. Read it. See? ((I'll write the story in a bit))
*heads to the req office on this floor*
*she found it! It seems to be quite a bit newer than the rest of the books. Come to think of it, it looks like it was published yesterday! At the latest!* (the book makes itself always look new)
You okay?
*nods slowly* yeah... *gets back up and starts looking through the books for hers*
*of course there are mages studying!*
*she turns the corner into the "F" (for Fountain) hall and bumps into someone* Oof! *falls on her butt*
*brings her to the 3rd floor library*
Oooh! Books! ((there should be mages there. Looking over the books, or something.)) *she runs down the corridors*
The ruins are a front to guard the real tower. The symbol acts as a portal to the real location.
*blink blinks* ... Oh. So which way's the library? *she still looks like a little kid*
Yup. *draws a symbol on the door with hm his fingers and walks in; inside, its definitely a towerfor mages, grand and majestic*
Yeesh. A bit fancy for an old tower-y thing, huh?
*sure* *wearing his new robes, he brings her to a ruined tower outside of town*
Oohh... Old... You suuure they have information on the Fountain?
Alright. We'll head there after I get my clothes, as I need to requisition a new staff.
*nods* Alrighty~ **Timeskip?**
Probably. I'm on my training journey, but I can get us to one of the local Mage Towers to get info.
Thanks.
I'd like to start learning about... well... me.
I'd like to start learning about... well... me.
Ah, one of the store the Mage Society of Knowledge owns~ Perfect~
*mumble grumble* Wait... Knowledge? Do you think they might have books here? Like, a library? Maybe something about the Fountain of Youth...? ((I'm thinking about giving Mizu a backstory. She may be Kaji technically, but she's a foreign entity to his body. She takes over when she feels like it. Kaji has no clue about it.))
((Nice try~)) *walks in*
*she follows him, sulking*
*he's not wearing those things, he's wearing adult-sized clothes a 6 year old would wear* No thanks.
*she rolls her eyes* ((It was worth a shot...))
Fffiiiiine...
We're here... *she seems disappointed*
Fffiiiiine...
We're here... *she seems disappointed*
Yeah. Something loose.
*she turns around* I think ya look good though! The 'big baby' look works well for ya! I really like the butt-flap on your coveralls, too! And the pacifier clipped on to the front of your shirt really ties the outfit together~
*sweatdrops*
*she changes to an age where it would be even more enjoyable. 7 years old does just fine*
*she skips in front of you while they walk down the street* So! New clothes, huh?
*she skips in front of you while they walk down the street* So! New clothes, huh?
*puts it back up*
*they head to the orphanage* **timeskip to after they drop off the kids. You learn that Mizu is somewhat of a regular there. Criminals being dropped off to learn some manners (if their charges aren't too extreme, of course) and that she has a card they stamp for every new kid she brings in** *and she was right about the lollipop! It's big and swirly!*
We also need to get me new clothes, and a staff, as you de-aging me earlier ruined it…
Rrrrright.
Yeah. Sorry, still.
Oh, uhh. Could you prop my front door back up? These idiots *holds up the confused babies* knocked it down and I don't wanna get cold tonight.
Yeah. Sorry, still.
Oh, uhh. Could you prop my front door back up? These idiots *holds up the confused babies* knocked it down and I don't wanna get cold tonight.
Sure.
*smiles and heads out the door* Well, come on then!
Dunno… *walks out and takes their stuff*
*smiles and keeps carrying them* So. Wanna head there?
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