ENTER <s>BELLA</s> THE ENERGY VAMPIRE. WANT UR MAGIX. OM NOM NOM.memoryshellMarch 10 2010, 02:36:02 UTC
It's been... a long day. Nothing especially remarkable about it, but maybe that's why it's tiring. Just... school. Homework. Grocery shopping. Every day, tedious stuff.
Not that Elle is complaining, don't get her wrong -- she does still appreciate days of peace, days where there isn't a threat of... of anything potentially dangerous and magical-related happening -- it's just that, sometimes, she... gets restless. Sometimes, she finds herself wishing for something, just a little something exciting, to happen.
Except right now, she would blame that restlessness on the fact that something on the bus feels... off. She tugs her hood further over her face out of nervous reflex as she turns her head. Her otherside senses automatically pull her attention and her eyes fall on... on an odd-looking man (definitely a man, despite everything; she has a radar for this, all things considered). He has white make-up on his face, with red around his eyes and on his forehead, his blonde hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail which is decorated with
( ... )
And with that, Franz bursts into laughter, head rolling back as he guffaws. A few passengers look back and glare, but he ignores them in favor of leaning forward to look at Prussia.
"You've only barely met her and you're asking her to immigrate? How very forward!" And his eyes flick up to the young lady who gave Gilbert candy, examining. Looks to be a teen, young, and he feels a light tug on his magic as if it were water in a drain. Going to her. Oooh, interesting. He smiles, all teeth and ambition and luring, and winks at her.
"How'd you feel about joining my little one's country? Not everyone gets such an invitation!"
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Not that Elle is complaining, don't get her wrong -- she does still appreciate days of peace, days where there isn't a threat of... of anything potentially dangerous and magical-related happening -- it's just that, sometimes, she... gets restless. Sometimes, she finds herself wishing for something, just a little something exciting, to happen.
Except right now, she would blame that restlessness on the fact that something on the bus feels... off. She tugs her hood further over her face out of nervous reflex as she turns her head. Her otherside senses automatically pull her attention and her eyes fall on... on an odd-looking man (definitely a man, despite everything; she has a radar for this, all things considered). He has white make-up on his face, with red around his eyes and on his forehead, his blonde hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail which is decorated with ( ... )
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"You've only barely met her and you're asking her to immigrate? How very forward!" And his eyes flick up to the young lady who gave Gilbert candy, examining. Looks to be a teen, young, and he feels a light tug on his magic as if it were water in a drain. Going to her. Oooh, interesting. He smiles, all teeth and ambition and luring, and winks at her.
"How'd you feel about joining my little one's country? Not everyone gets such an invitation!"
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"Wha-What?" The only thing Elle can do is stare. The little boy -- He's with that man? And what -- What are they talking about?
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