Mirana S. Brooks
Kou Empire
Polly wants a cracker.. I think I should get off her first.
Posts: 16
Ooc Name: Saphy
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Post by Mirana S. Brooks on Jul 30, 2013 22:27:06 GMT -5
- - - - - Oh the woes of getting yourself in a situation that only the unluckiest of people would ever get caught up in. This wouldn't be the first time that the young schoolgirl had entered this foreign territory. Being the pride and joy of her academy had its perks, and often more than not, those perks involved in her getting all expenses paid trips to other beautiful countries, participating in tournaments against the best that the world had to offer. It was summertime, after all, and this is the time where most of those activities took place.
What she hadn't expected, however, befell upon her upon her exit through the immigration gates, after waiting several minutes at the luggage claim. This would be the first time that the girl had ever seen such a crowded airship port, but seeing as there were tourists just like her, as well as locals venturing out into other countries for their vacations and whatnot, it didn't come to a complete surprise for her.
"You, you're perfect!"
For some reason, Mirana knew that those words were directed to her before she could even turn in the speaker's direction. No, it wasn't because of her narcissism this time around, but rather because she attracted a lot of creeps. A young schoolgirl, walking alone without friends and family to protect her. If anything, she painted the bullseye on herself.
"No no, don't walk away! We need your help! You're young, naive, you have perfect eyesight, and I can practically smell the magic oozing out from your very pores! And that, is exactly what we need!"
One out of four. Close, but no cigar. Before she could take another step further, a small hand tugged on the sleeve of her jacket, and she was forced to face whomever the hell it was that kept uttering those words. The sight itself was strange in its own right, as a chubby man with an obvious fake mustache, a monocle, and a tophat, stood right next to a petite purple haired girl, whom was simultaneously munching on an apple whilst holding a clipboard. Both of them had nametags on, and their uniforms pretty much showed that they were working for this place. Plus, security wasn't hauling them to jail, so that must have meant that they were legitimate employees.
"Wha-"
"No time to waste! Let's goooooo~!"
"Aye.."
Before she could even respond and, hell, before a single word could even leave her lips, Mirana found herself being pushed from behind by the odd couple, straight into a staff room, through a series of random hallways, up a few flights of stairs, through another series of hallways, entering through a few more doors, down one flight of stairs, and up the same flight of stairs again for no reason at all, before finally making a hard last turn around a corner to finally reach their destination. "Bosssssss! You're gonna like this one!"
"Aye.."
Speaking of destinations, "WHERE THE HELL IS THIS PLACE AND WHY AM I HERE?!"
Although it was unnatural for the girl to cuss, she felt she deserved a right to speak her mind after what seemed to be a lifetime of being pushed around like a ragdoll by one very loud, yet very effeminate male and a very quiet, very hungry petite girl. The one thing those two had in common were their stupidity, for sure. Almost as if they wished to spite her even further, or just to show off that they had another layer of stupidity within them, they left the empty staff room. "Hang tight for a minute, mmkay? Our boss will be with you soon."
"Aye.."
"Wait, no I didn-" Bam! The door slammed shut right behind them. And there wasn't anyone in here either. Well, aside from a little blonde kid who just entered, sprouting something about a mission. Wait, if she knew exactly why she was doing here, she'd know just what they had in stored for her, right? "H-Hey, you there.. d-do you know what it is that they've called us here for? I don't think they've got the right person, but.. they insisted.."
Yes, Mirana's tone of speech resembled that of how a nervous teenager speaks to a twelve year old girl. For one, she didn't know the kid's age, and plus, all she cared about was an explanation as to why those two ignoramuses brought here to this specific location. "Please tell me you know."
WORDS: words SPELLS: spells NOTES: juuust in a simple blue/white tracksuit / sweatpants combo.
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