Completed As luck would have it [Annabel Erobern]

On her way back home, Penny's bag is stolen. She won't forgive herself if she doesn't manage to retrieve it.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

As luck would have it [Annabel Erobern]

Postby Penny Noor on November 5th, 2017, 2:08 pm

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17th of Fall 517AV
Late afternoon
Alvadas streets


For someone who at times had the habit of looking at objects so very closely that she’d end up headbutting them, Penny sure was distracted when walking home. Then again one wouldn’t survive the tricky streets of Alvadas without a screw loose. The illusions would drive anyone insane. But Penny just gave into them. She let her feet carry her in hope of perhaps reaching home, or at least somewhere close enough to home. She’d been out drawing again. Drawing the cobbles by the temple of Inou, or at least what she was fairly certain was the temple beneath an illusion that made it appear as if it wasn’t there. A massive tripping hazard. She enjoyed going there, even if most of the time she couldn't find it or bumped into it by accident.

Dressed in her usual grey, with her backpack tucked under one arm, the precious sketchbook inside, Penny strolled down the street in the pouring rain with no umbrella nor raincoat. She liked the way her hair felt when plastered to her head. The way little droplets slid down her nose, and how they tickled in doing so. She’d hop from one cobble to another like a gleeful child, minding to walk straight into puddles rather than to avoid them. No wonder than that though the pitter-patter of the downpour on the cobblestones and the hustle and bustle of Alvadian streets she hadn’t picked out the particular footsteps following her.

For a moment even she looked around only to find that the street she was following was now a completely different tiny alley that cut through to one of the major streets. Yet still she hadn’t seen the dark clad shadow on her heels. Or if she had, she’d paid him no attention. Shrugging off the illusion Penny followed, quite lost indeed but still having a wonderful afternoon.

At the junction the young illustrator halted for a moment, observing the tidal wave of crowds flowing from one end to the other like ants. Each seemingly knowing their place, but did they really. How could anyone? For a moment she attempted to grab her bearings and deduce which way was home, but to no avail. When thy head is in doubt, follow thy heart. Barely did she manage to take a step forward; something slammed into her from behind and the next thing she knew she was running as fast as her feet could carry her down the street, following a man in a black coat, screaming “Hey!! Hey that’s my bag! He’s stealing my bag! Please somebody catch him!”

Penny couldn't keep up. Of course how could she? Tripping over her skirts she stumbled past the crowd, accidentally bumping into others and desperately squeezing through gaps where she could find them before people finally started catching onto what was happening and the crowd started parting. She couldn’t let him get away! That bag had her sketchbook! It was worth everything to her. It had every thought, every idea between its pages. As she ran her heart was in the throat. An ache in her lungs from irregular breathing. A stich in her side but still she pursued him desperately, seeing nothing but his coat tails in the distance.

“Please somebody stop him! He’s got my bag.” she hollered at the top of her lungs, making as much noise as she possibly could. “That way! He’s gone that way. Please, stop him!”
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As luck would have it [Annabel Erobern]

Postby Annabel Erobern on November 5th, 2017, 4:42 pm

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“Please somebody stop him! He’s got my bag.”
17th of Fall, 517 AV

Maybe it was because everything was so new. Maybe because Annabel had one or more than one screw loose, but she considered Alvadas as much her home, as once Syliras was. Maybe even more. Not a day passed, when the fickle town surprised the girl in one or another way. Be it grape vines with small human heads in place of berries. Or rozes crying green water. Sometimes the city is playing with her. Small, innocent jokes. Sometimes it is straight up rude. But the girl just adjusts.
Doesn't take it to heart and plays along. The redhead hoped Alvadas had atleast as much fun,
as she did.

And this was one of those day's, when Annabel was forced to play along the towns antics. Like,
the girl was sure she had passed a certain store ten times now, but each time from a different side,
as well, as the moss on the door was in different state of growth. When returning to the same sweet shop like for gods knows which time already the girl looked up to the sky with a over-dramatic pout,
crossing her arms against the chest.

"Not cool! Not cool at all! Atleast show me something new!" The red head shouted in air. With a long sight Anna turned against the stores door, it sold candy and, was that cat hairballs? Anyway,
the girl pulled the handle to open the door, and probably for no ones surprise, there was a alley way right in front of her. Suddenly there was no shops, no doors and it was just this one alley. Annabel looked up to the sky once more. "Okey...That was pretty neat!"

As she walked where the city had obviously directed the girl was thinking will this be like that every day. Cause if that's true, going shopping will be more complicated than she thought. Like...Going to home from work seemed exhausting as it was. No wonder people seemed a bit odd in here,
though, the girl would lie, if she didn't admit in liking this factor. Only recently the red hair ran into a man with needles for hair. Seemed fun, if not uncomfortable. But who knew, maybe she just imagined him there. That seemed like a running theme for the town. What's real, what's not. Who to believe,
who to ignore. As if she could tell.

The shouting came from almost nowhere and only then did Annabel notice a man running in her direction. Something about a bag? Stealing? Wait, that guy was stealing from someone. Oh no, the young reimancer wasn't okay with that. Living in Sylaris had created quite a feeling for justice in her and people that aimed to harm others with no serious reason made her sick. One should gain something on others missery.

Such, as the guy in the black coat ran in their direction Annabel had no qualms in gathering her Res in a tingtly compressed ball and launching it in the direction of the bastard. In the last moment, just before loosing control of it,
the ball was ignited and fire of intense heat hit the man. It stopped him on the spot, the male starting to scream and roll on the ground. "Hmmm...At least he knew that, if not that you should dodge fire. Oh well!" The red head casually spoke to herself, getting closer to the black coat. Taking the bag, that had been left laying on the ground she now loudly spoke to the man. "Stealing is in no way acceptable. If this was Syliras you would be in really big trouble from the guards." At this point the man had been almost put out, few places showing light burns. He was starring at the huge girl with hate, almost repulsion. Anna had already emited and surrounded the thief with a new layer of Res and as he opened his mouth and curses started to spill he light up once again, only this time the fire being mixed with Res for the girl to be able in controlling it. "That didn't sound like an apology." She just stated. Once a young girl, which seemed the owner of the bag, arrived, huffed and tired, Anna smiled at sweetly at the culprit. "Apologize or I will make this hotter." There was something of a silent cry and the man did indeed stutter an apology, almost running away in the same time. Annabel just watched the man go, a pleased smile decorating her lips. "Nice! This is yours, I guess." The red head looked down at the girl and handed her stolen bag.
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As luck would have it [Annabel Erobern]

Postby Penny Noor on November 5th, 2017, 6:04 pm

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In her hurry to catch up to the culprit, Penny tripped over her own feet and tumbled forward unceremoniously. Splayed across the cobblestones, her nose bleeding, her elbows bruised and knees scraped, a unanimous gasp came from the crowd and at first she was almost certain it was a reaction to her embarrassing fall. Looking up, however, a different horror befell her current predicament.

Penny found herself looking upon a man, rolling erratically on the cobblestones, trying to put out fire from his clothing. Before him a woman with hair as red that fire, commanding him as if he was a puppet. Almost every man woman and child who had not yet fled at the sight of the fire ball now stood in a wide ring around them, all eyes on them, horrified or entranced. There were listeners in the crowd. She just knew it. She couldn't pick them out but they were everywhere and tomorrow she’d hear of this from the speaker’s tower.

Now Penny loved to be the centre of attention but not like this. Not for something this messy. She knew nothing of magic other than Ionu's illusions. Of course she had the vague idea of the various kinds and what-nots from old library books but never had she met a true mage in person. Flesh and blood standing before her like this. It was all a little much to stomach.

"Nice! This is yours, I guess." the woman looked down at the girl and handed her stolen bag. Their eyes meeting, yet there seemed to be a great big lump at the back of Penny’s throat. Her lips traced a ‘thank you’ but no sound came out of her throat. She just couldn’t muster it.

Instinctively, Penny’s long, spindly fingers tore the bag open, almost breaking the sticks in hurry to see if the sketchbook was still there. And thankfully it was, mostly undamaged. The coarse fabric may have gotten burnt and blackened and now stunk of burning but the contents were protected, as luck would have it. She held it close to her chest, scrambling to her feet, shaking and soaking and bloody; staring at the witch before her, not even realising as the man fled the scene. There was only one thing Penny now wished; for the ground to open and swallow her whole.
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As luck would have it [Annabel Erobern]

Postby Madeira Dusk on November 30th, 2017, 3:02 am

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Well that was the biggest case of literary blue balls I've had in a while. :disgust:

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