Midna-Phobia

In Enemy Territory

Stretching out with a yawn and a small sigh Grace stood, taking her bowl over to the sink in the kitchen and rinsing it out before placing it in the dishwasher. Looking out the kitchen window she thought for a moment she saw some movement in the house next door, but by the time she looked it was already gone. It was always so dark over there, the curtains always drawn. Compared to her own house, which was always open, bright, warm and airy it seemed a sad way of life even though she had been taught never to judge someone without knowing their story. She didn’t even know who or what kind of people lived there. Going around the house Grace made sure that everything was closed up and locked before she gathered her bag and her house keys, locking the front door behind her she began making her way down the street to the bus stop. It had rained last night, so everything was glistening with water and puddles covered the ground. She reached out, letting her hands brush against the plants as she passed, small water droplets transferring onto her hand or falling onto the ground. She always loved the smell of everything after it had rained. It smelt fresher, cleaner. Gray clouds still hung overhead, meaning they may even get more rain later. The girl felt, needless to say, most at home when she was surrounded by water. Smiling to herself she jumped up onto a small brick wall that was the fence to someone’s yard and began walking along it with her arms outstretched to the sides. It was only a short walk to the bus stop, but she always tried to enjoy it as much as possible. If the school had been closer she would have been happy to walk or even ride a bike. The bus itself was not the most pleasant of places. Kids there were always so crude. She herself had been called immature plenty of times, but at least she still acted intelligent, she just enjoyed childish things. Whereas most people her age acted like idiots most of the time and she highly doubted it was out of choice, believe they truly didn’t know any better. Up ahead there was a large puddle and Grace smiled, running a short ways before jumping off the low brick wall and into the puddle, splashing water in all directions and giggling happily to herself. There was just something about jumping in puddles that made her laugh.

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Whatever way you wish to describe them if up to you, whatever kind of picture or even just written words I don't mind :)

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Exactly! And just because you do bad things in the eyes of some doesn't mean they're necessarily bad things, most of the time people believe what they are doing is right and just anyway. I'm sure Hitler did not believe he was evil.

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Of course :) Like I said in the interest check though they can't be a child-abusing asshole because it was a real turn off for me.

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The sun began streaming in through the window, the light hitting Grace in the face and causing it to scrunch up before she opened her eyes reluctantly and rolled over, lying on her back and placing her hands behind her head as she stared at the ceiling. Today was her first day of high school. It was still taking a little while for that fact to sink in, it seemed like just yesterday her and her mother were moving in even though it was more like ten or so years ago now, right before she’d started primary school. Truth be told she hadn't thought about it much until now. Glancing over at her clock Grace sighed, realising she had a lot of time to fill before school was even close to starting now. Sliding out of bed she walked over to the large fish tank in her room, kneeling down and watching the small collection of guppies swimming around. “Morning guys.” She said, still staring at them. After a few moments, however she sighed and stood up. “Still not talking to me hu?” Grace had always been slightly hopeful that, along with her water powers, she would have developed the ability to talk to marine creatures. To this day she’d had no such luck. Walking into the bathroom she also checked her neck for gills, another hopeful wish of hers. Though she was aware by now she’d probably developed all the powers she was going to she still liked to hope. She took a fairly long shower, seeing as she had a lot of time to spare and then went back to her room. She quickly closed her blinds and got dressed before heading downstairs. The house was quiet and still; meaning her mother still hadn't gotten back from her most recent crime fighting endeavours or she had gotten back rather late and was just asleep upstairs sleeping. Grace set about making herself some breakfast and sat down in the living room, turning on the TV and flipping to a channel that had cartoons. She did pause briefly on a news channel where her mother was fighting off some crazy bug lady. Obviously the result of last night’s call out. However it was quickly over and she flicked over to cartoons. It wasn’t that Grace was an overly childish person, she just enjoyed watching cartoons, mostly anime, which was often directed at an older audience anyway. They often had better plot than anything else that was on anyway.

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Just one: what the flip is a mana source?

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Name: Grace Whyte Alias: Hasn’t decided yet Age: 15 Power/ Limitations: Water Manipulation -Can shape and manipulate water -Density manipulation/ water solidification -Is unable to create water, is limited to using existing sources. -Distance and the amount of matter depends on user’s strength -Controlling and manipulating greater bodies is exhausting. Appearance:

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I usually like to have just a simple CS, so that personality and such can be discovered through the RP Name: Alias: Age: Powers: Limitations: Appearance:

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A Closed RP between myself and TimasheTiger

Beyond the Wall

Luka backed away as the girl awoke rather violently, trying to give her space. However her request made him sigh. She was going to do this with or without him. He figured the faster he got her out the less time she’d be here upsetting the residents. “For the record, you’re not supposed to be here, can’t stress that enough. You’re trespassing and its really upsetting the locals.” He said as he passed her. “This way.” At the second question he flinched visibly for a moment, though it didn’t falter his stride as he continued to lead the way. Luka was quiet for a long time before eventually sighing softly and answering. “Of course I know what it means. I understand everything else you say don’t I? Though if it’s just the outcome you’re after I can already confirm they’re dead. As… as for your first question… the daemons are my family now. However I assume you mean do I have a human family. I did. But she’s gone now.” He didn’t go into any more detail as he led the way through the forest. Small, very faint, smears of red could already be seen on the ground. After walking for a few more minutes he stopped before a patch of snow that had clearly been disturbed recently and was partially covered in red, well it was more pink now it had been soaked into the snow. A few bones lay scattered here and there, but not many. “I’m afraid there’s not much left of this one… they sometimes eat the bones too if they’re hungry enough…” He said, his voice containing close to no emotion.