That alone should have warned her that something wasn't quite right, but despite being so academically successful, Sarah was still just as error-prone as any other human. "N-now you listen here!" she told her, stamping her foot down in emphasis. "You get out right now, or I will call the police! If this is some prank or something, then consider me pranked and go home! I have way too much to do to deal with this right now!" She would have been alerted a long time ago if she were getting a new roommate, so that very likely wasn't the case - the lack of any items but her own (minus the other girl's book) was further evidence for that. So she was either a burglar (and a rather poor one at that), or this was some silly prank set up by Jess or some other person on campus. Either way, she had no time for it. "Now please leave!" she said again, still pointing at the door.
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We press on. Ever onward, ever toward the future.
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Still in a funk, sadly. I'm pounding out words as best as I can, though!
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I think I've hit a funk. =( Words don't come like they used to.
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Apologies, all, but my posting will be slow over the next few days. I'll get to ya as soon as I can, though!
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A bit about me:
I've been roleplaying for 12 years now, though mostly via MMOs. My favorite genre is fantasy, and I usually do MxF or FxF RPs here. I prefer 1x1s, because those are much easier to keep up with. I'm a major anime and manga fan, my favorites being Sword Art Online, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Fruits Basket, in that order. Otherwise, I'm your typical RPer.
I have two sides to me, and they change rather quickly: one's a cute, bubbly fun-lover, while the other is a quiet, serious, say-what-needs-saying type. Both are me, and it makes life very interesting sometimes. ^-^ Maybe I should give them names... More as that develops!
I've been roleplaying for 12 years now, though mostly via MMOs. My favorite genre is fantasy, and I usually do MxF or FxF RPs here. I prefer 1x1s, because those are much easier to keep up with. I'm a major anime and manga fan, my favorites being Sword Art Online, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Fruits Basket, in that order. Otherwise, I'm your typical RPer.
I have two sides to me, and they change rather quickly: one's a cute, bubbly fun-lover, while the other is a quiet, serious, say-what-needs-saying type. Both are me, and it makes life very interesting sometimes. ^-^ Maybe I should give them names... More as that develops!
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Mirajane turned the smoke beneath her into her own legs and feet (though a thin trail remained tied around her ankles, still binding her to the lamp) and sat down. The sun was setting now, but it was still bright enough to see outside. Leaning back against the roof, she looked out into the world around her and sighed, taking in the sights and sounds she could now experience. Large metal boxes were using rolling around on the ground, releasing an odd-smelling vapor from behind them as they went. Large metal buildings, some taller than even the ancient palaces, were standing proudly together. In fact, looking up, she even saw a large metal bird flying across the sky. A brief inspection with her magic revealed that there were even humans inside, controlling the beast from within.
"Metal and movement," she said to herself. "So that's what humanity's been up to since last time I was out." Another sad part of being a genie was that she never got to enjoy the big moments in humanity's history with anyone; she simply popped out, saw what had already happened, and disappeared again when her masters finished their wishes. Suddenly, a little bird fluttered down and landed on the roof beside her, regarding her curiously before singing a little song and hopping about the shingles.
Mirajane smiled. Pursing her lips, she began to whistle a sound almost identical to the bird's. The little creature hopped toward her again, and she held out her finger, upon which the little bird took roost. The little bird would chirp, and she would whistle along. Together, they sang a wonderful duet while watching the sun set. Their song completed, the bird twitched its little head twice, then flew off into the distance. She watched him go, still smiling, until he was but a speck on the horizon, which soon disappeared.
Animals. Mira truly loved playing with animals. They never expected anything of her, never demanded she grant their wishes, and - thanks to her magic, admittedly - never fled in fear or tried to attack her for a meal. And it had been so long since she'd last had a bird sing with her, so the event was a very happy and fun one. Things like this - little moments in life that held no grand purpose or place, but merely existed to bring a bit of light into life - were why she hated her lamp: it was a cold, empty, isolated prison. She would have kept a pet, but one thing she couldn't do was create life; she could only make a pale imitation, which faded away the moment she lost focus on it.
A few moments later, she sighed and stood to her feet. She could sense the human waiting for her below - one of the abilities of a genie bound to a master. Giving one last silent farewell to the world around her - with hopes of seeing it again soon - her legs disappeared and she sank back down into the home below.
"I have returned," she announced. Though her tone was still bitter, the time above had helped her to relax some, so it wasn't nearly as biting as it had been. "Have you need of me?"
"Metal and movement," she said to herself. "So that's what humanity's been up to since last time I was out." Another sad part of being a genie was that she never got to enjoy the big moments in humanity's history with anyone; she simply popped out, saw what had already happened, and disappeared again when her masters finished their wishes. Suddenly, a little bird fluttered down and landed on the roof beside her, regarding her curiously before singing a little song and hopping about the shingles.
Mirajane smiled. Pursing her lips, she began to whistle a sound almost identical to the bird's. The little creature hopped toward her again, and she held out her finger, upon which the little bird took roost. The little bird would chirp, and she would whistle along. Together, they sang a wonderful duet while watching the sun set. Their song completed, the bird twitched its little head twice, then flew off into the distance. She watched him go, still smiling, until he was but a speck on the horizon, which soon disappeared.
Animals. Mira truly loved playing with animals. They never expected anything of her, never demanded she grant their wishes, and - thanks to her magic, admittedly - never fled in fear or tried to attack her for a meal. And it had been so long since she'd last had a bird sing with her, so the event was a very happy and fun one. Things like this - little moments in life that held no grand purpose or place, but merely existed to bring a bit of light into life - were why she hated her lamp: it was a cold, empty, isolated prison. She would have kept a pet, but one thing she couldn't do was create life; she could only make a pale imitation, which faded away the moment she lost focus on it.
A few moments later, she sighed and stood to her feet. She could sense the human waiting for her below - one of the abilities of a genie bound to a master. Giving one last silent farewell to the world around her - with hopes of seeing it again soon - her legs disappeared and she sank back down into the home below.
"I have returned," she announced. Though her tone was still bitter, the time above had helped her to relax some, so it wasn't nearly as biting as it had been. "Have you need of me?"
My other posts will be longer than that, usually, but I felt this one was appropriate, since Sarah still has no idea what she's seeing right now. XD
Her mind still reeling from the shock of what she was seeing, Sarah momentarily forgot how to respond. "Oh, uh, I'm... I'm Sarah," she told her. Then she shook her head. "Wait, why am I introducing myself to you?!" she shouted. "Who are you? Why and how did you get into my apartment? A-And just what do you mean you'll be staying here?! You most certainly will not be!" She pulled open her door and pointed outside. "Now get out of here before I call campus security!"
Sarah sighed as she casually made her way back to her dorm room. She had two papers due this week, and she wanted to get started immediately. On top of that, there was a test coming up next Friday, so she needed to study. Everyone always called her a bookworm for how much she focused on her schoolwork, but she didn't mind much; even she admitted that she was a bookworm, and she found nothing wrong with that. So what if her idea of fun was curling up under her blankets and reading her newest fantasy novel instead of going out and partying? Fun was fun no matter what form it took.
Digging into her backpack as she finally reached her door, she pulled out a small key. With a turn and a *click*, the lock was open, and Sarah stepped inside. She used to have a roommate - Jessica - who had been all about the party life. They'd gotten along... well enough, but Jess had eventually moved into another dorm with "a crowd more on her level". Having a room all to herself, however, didn't bother the blonde one bit. She'd had it all to herself for months, and she'd made it into her own private little book nook.
So when she stepped inside to find a very beautiful yet somewhat intimidating woman standing in the middle of her room with what looked like some kind of tear in the fabric of reality on her ceiling, her natural reaction was to scream.
"W-w-who are you?!" she stammered, still clearly terrified. "How'd you get in my room?!" She glanced up. "...And what the heck happened to my ceiling?"
Digging into her backpack as she finally reached her door, she pulled out a small key. With a turn and a *click*, the lock was open, and Sarah stepped inside. She used to have a roommate - Jessica - who had been all about the party life. They'd gotten along... well enough, but Jess had eventually moved into another dorm with "a crowd more on her level". Having a room all to herself, however, didn't bother the blonde one bit. She'd had it all to herself for months, and she'd made it into her own private little book nook.
So when she stepped inside to find a very beautiful yet somewhat intimidating woman standing in the middle of her room with what looked like some kind of tear in the fabric of reality on her ceiling, her natural reaction was to scream.
"W-w-who are you?!" she stammered, still clearly terrified. "How'd you get in my room?!" She glanced up. "...And what the heck happened to my ceiling?"
Had Mirajane unleashed the whirling thunderstorm of anger and frustration - with an utter hatred of her lot in life - that broke when Paxton said "until I call you again" - as though she were just some thing for him to tingle a little bell and summon like a dog - she surely would have blown up a building. Maybe the neighborhood. Maybe the whole city. Magic was quite powerful, after all.
Instead, however, she merely wore her usual mask of patient tolerance and general displeasure. "I may do whichever you wish, master," she informed him. Oh, how she utterly despised the term "master"! "However, if you do not object, I will remain outside of it for now, though I remain bound to it as always. It's very dark in there, and I just spent..." Actually, she had no idea how long she'd been in there. "...a very long time inside it," she finished. "I would rather take the opportunity to stretch and enjoy daylight again." Or candlelight. Or a flashlight. Heck, she'd enjoy just about anything she didn't have to conjure for herself.
"Now, I shall return in a moment. Simply alert me if you require my attention," she told him. She floated up toward the roof, and suddenly phased right through it (though a thin trail of smoke still tied her to the lamp) to float all the way up to the roof of the building. She wanted to see how the world had changed, even if it was only a short glance from far off.
It was still more than she'd ever get to experience in the lamp.
Instead, however, she merely wore her usual mask of patient tolerance and general displeasure. "I may do whichever you wish, master," she informed him. Oh, how she utterly despised the term "master"! "However, if you do not object, I will remain outside of it for now, though I remain bound to it as always. It's very dark in there, and I just spent..." Actually, she had no idea how long she'd been in there. "...a very long time inside it," she finished. "I would rather take the opportunity to stretch and enjoy daylight again." Or candlelight. Or a flashlight. Heck, she'd enjoy just about anything she didn't have to conjure for herself.
"Now, I shall return in a moment. Simply alert me if you require my attention," she told him. She floated up toward the roof, and suddenly phased right through it (though a thin trail of smoke still tied her to the lamp) to float all the way up to the roof of the building. She wanted to see how the world had changed, even if it was only a short glance from far off.
It was still more than she'd ever get to experience in the lamp.
*shrug* Eh, no worries. I can build off of it easily. ^-^
Mirajane gave a mischievous smirk. "Done," she told him. With a snap of her fingers, a puff of smoke surrounded Paxton. When he came out, she nodded her head. "Congratulations. You are now the greatest lacrosse player on the team." With a sarcastic enthusiasm, she snapped her fingers again, causing confetti and the sound of applause to appear. They vanished a moment later. Jeez, she hoped the kid wasn't that quick to get his wishes over with. She wanted to spend some more time outside the lamp before she had to get stuffed back in. "Care to go see it for yourself?" she asked, hoping to drag things out as long as possible.
What she didn't tell Paxton, of course, was that she had given him his wish in a... more roundabout fashion. Oh, she'd fulfilled the terms perfectly: the kid was now the best player on his team. In fact, he was now the best player in the school. Because now, he was the only one that could play anymore. All the other lacrosse players suddenly found themselves... significantly lacking in their talent for sports. She hadn't given Paxton any additional skill; she merely took the skill from everyone else. But why tell him that and spoil the surprise?
What she didn't tell Paxton, of course, was that she had given him his wish in a... more roundabout fashion. Oh, she'd fulfilled the terms perfectly: the kid was now the best player on his team. In fact, he was now the best player in the school. Because now, he was the only one that could play anymore. All the other lacrosse players suddenly found themselves... significantly lacking in their talent for sports. She hadn't given Paxton any additional skill; she merely took the skill from everyone else. But why tell him that and spoil the surprise?
Name: Sarah McAllen
Age: 19
A very down-to-earth girl who's currently attending college. She lives alone in a campus dorm, and is known for being a major bookworm. She studiously completes her assignments, keeps few friends, and overall has a bright - but somewhat lonely - future.
The daughter of Satan travels to the human world, rebelling against her father and seeking to devour a human soul. When she arrives, however, she meets a girl that's willing to play hostess for her. Will this poor girl be the demoness's next meal? One thing's for sure: it'll be a Hell of a ride!
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