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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Milo Ventri

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Milo chuckled as she metioned the commute, he was a lucky guy that his job wasn't any farther than his restroom, the traffic in the city could get ridiculous. He grabbed the tea from the counter, he had packs of Twinnings that he could use but he was feeling confident that he could handle making a better lady grey. He started to set the tea in the infuser, he knew what went into the lady grey, so he added the general ingredients, and a couple of spices he usually added to his own tea and poured the water.

"Yeah, the commute is pretty nice, I never have to deal with the traffic downtown. Also, I could turn you on to coffee with a single sip, french press Kona coffee, you'd be smitten." Milo chuckled as he took his first sip from the cup. He picked the pot up and poured the now brewed tea into a mug as well, and set it down with a small tray of sugar, cream, honey and lemon juice. "It's lady grey, but, more."

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Walt Grismer

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This was the worst day that could have been, Walt and his three brothers stood with there Aunt, the woman was crying, she was dressed in black as the rest of them were, and Walt stepped forward, looking upon a casket, draped with a flag. Not three days ago, Walt's father was shot and killed by a mugger that he had been following, things turned sideways when the mugger was followed back to find he was part of a larger mob family, there he was killed and left to be found by wandering joggers in a nearby park. Walt walked away from the funeral and from his Aunt, she was a nice lady but with her being the only living family he had left he wasn't really looking forward to going through this again.

Walt leaned against a tree and reached behind him, he pulled his replica cap gun from his belt, a toy that he had been given as a child, it was the pride he held still for what his father had done, and what he aimed to do, that, and currently it is still his main focus for casting his magic. Walt could hear something coming, the enhanced hearing his earring provided made that easy, but as the messenger landed in front of him, and was met with the orange cap of his cap gun.

"What do you want? Are you from Nina?"

The woman held out a letter, and merely whispered, "It's urgent." What that meant was unclear of course, and when he took the letter and the woman left as quickly as she arrived. Walt opened the letter, an invitation, a cause, something that he could stand for and fight for. Was it fate? His father was never one to turn down an opportunity like this, it was a big case with huge consequences, all he had to do was tear the letter. Three brothers and his Aunt, not being around could help his Aunt handle the new life she was kind of being forced into, but so could his being there. No, he had to do this, he had to find a way to become a better enchanter, and a better detective.

Walt's Aunt turned to look at him and she noticed the letter in his hand, "Walter, What is that?" She asked, pointing to the letter.

"It's a invitation, a school, they want to teach me magic." Walt said, still looking at the note. "I need to go, I have to do this." he spoke eagerly looking to his Aunt.

The woman gave the boy a hug, "I know you do, I can see your fathers drive in your eyes, I never could stop him either." She let him go and looked at him, a smile and tears on her face. "Go and be the hero, yeah? I will handle things here, don't you worry." She clapped him on his cheek and turned back to the other boys who were now looking at Walt as well. Walt raised his hand and solemnly gave a farewell wave to his family, not knowing how long he would be gone, he grasped the note and tore it and became enveloped by light.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Milo Ventri

Milo chuckled a bit as Vika kind of clumsily made her way out toward him, until the photo fell. Where had that thing even been? Milo couldn't remember the last time he had even seen that picture, and surely couldn't remember why he had brought it along with him. He held out a hand and helped Vika along until she got to him and gave him a kiss, to which he reciprocated.

"Don't worry about it, it's an old picture anyway. When I left my last place, I didn't really take the time to go through everything and make sure I wanted to keep it all, couple of things I should have left managed to get brought along anyway."

That photo was definitely not something he wanted to have anymore so he went over to the shattered frame and threw it into the garbage bin. As soon as the sound of the frame hitting the bottom of the bin hit, Milo felt a twinge in his stomach, he knew that he was trying really hard to push his old life away, but was it really working? He shook the thoughts and went back to the counter and started fussing with his coffee press.

"I assume you would like tea? Otherwise I have a nice french press for coffee." Milo just tried to let the morning be a good one, A single picture wouldn't take that from him, not today.

In the Court of the High Queen

Milo Argentum

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Milo stood with an aggressive stance as he spoke to a man standing at a forge within the city, the man was attempting to work, making some kind of tool, Milo wasn't sure, honestly he thought the man was just bludgeoning the poor piece of steel to death.

"Boy if you don't get lost I will call the guards!" The man was obviously frustrated, but it seemed that Milo wasn't having any of it.

"What do I care, if you're the best smith that this blasted city has, then my jacket would probably shatter their swords." Milo was leaning over the counter at this point, every oppurtunity he saw to watch a competitor and maybe heckle them into a bad piece, never failed to fill an afternoon, besides, the stuff atmosphere of political settings was already starting to wear on him, a queen of thirteen, and a room full of pompous heirs and heiresses that barely can remember what it was like when their ancestor made their fortune, no, he should try to be polite, it was his duty as the third house to advise this young queen, a duty that he would rather have than let one of the snakes of the other houses have.

"Sir, please get away from the smithy." A guard in the city uniform came up and told him gruffly.

Milo turned to the guard and chuckled, "Fine, fine, I need to get back to the Palace anyway, the queen will probably be done, placating deities or politicians by now, I guess it's my turn." The guard looked confused, why wouldn't he at the moment a man dressed in a leather coat that hung to his knees, and relatively ordinary finery was saying he had an audience with the queen. Milo walked up to the counter again and say a large blade on it, he reached into his belt and quickly thrust a belt knife through the center of it, pinning it to the table, both the smith and the guard looked on speechless as Milo removed the knife and walked toward the Palace laughing.

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Milo arrived at the front door of the Palace the guards looked him up and down, and just as they were about to say the generic denied entry line, Milo held up a hand.

"No, no, it's fine, you forgot already, I'm Milo Argentum, of Kagrenan, one of the councilors." The guards looked at him like he was clearly not the strangest thing they have seen today and judging by what could only be called barbarians walking from the palace he couldn't doubt it, "I'm going in if you don't mind, the sunlight is scorching me a bit." And with that Milo walked through the door, into the room full of lords and ladies, knights and mages, it was precious, some were seated and some still cooed around the new Queen.

Milo made his way over towards the new queen, nearly tripping over vines that spread about, he barely cared and just trod over them anyway, his heavy boots barely scuffing. He stopped a good distance, from the Queen, and bowed, a less than formal bow at that, not meant in disrespect, just one that showed the pleasantries were already done. "A pleasure again your Highness, Milo Argentum, Head of the third house of Kagrenan, and master smith of nine, at your service." His eyes traveled to the guards, picking out any and all flaws he could see in the steel, then to everyone, honestly he hadn't stopped, though for now, reintroduction aside, he took his spot at the large table.

Across from him he saw a few people that he had seen earlier, a few he hadn't, one being a knight sitting at the table, the armor was familiar, Vrenali, some of that stuff popped into market in Kagrenan, usually sold well, decent quality, this particular set looked specially made, as expected. The woman nearby also had fancy clothes, really the only one there that was less dressed up than him was probably the barbarian mage. Milo smiled, at least they seemed like a room full of characters.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

APPEARANCE

My Hider

Name: Walt Grismer

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Enchanting, mostly cast through the gauntlet.

Personality: Walt is pretty optimistic for the most part, he loves the idea of the old west and the gunslinger, not only that but he idolized his father, a police officer in the local precinct, he wanted to be the hero, the man on the front line laying down life and limb to protect the weak, even if he was weakened himself. Walt did have one terrible trait, he is a fighter, growing up in the wrong end of town he had to fight just to keep lunch money or his shoes or what have you.

Biography:

My Hider

Walt grew up in the rougher end of town, he spent a lot of days with the frozen peas against his face, especially when it came to talking about the police. Walt's father is a police officer in the city, a detective, and has put many people away, and this made Walt see his dad as the perfect blend of Sherlock Holmes and John Wayne. Evenings after school Walt would get out his toy gun and pretend to play cops and robbers with his brothers, they like to be the robbers so that worked for him, he only ever wanted to be to cop.

Walt received his gauntlet when he was ten, it was awesome, he had magic at his fingertips, and he tried to learn how to use it, but every time he tried a new spell, a new school of magic, he felt like it wasn't working. Flames were showy but useless, energy seemed cool, most of them were neat but when he was approached by a teacher named Nina Sarkarev things worked themselves out.

"You seem unhappy with the options you have, tell me what is it you want to be?" She was pretty and kind, with a voice like honey, she had to be a fairy.

"I just want to be a policeman like my dad, he never uses magic, says he doesn't need it." Walt wanted to have magic, it was so cool to think that he could do the things he saw on television. his family wasn't magically gifted, but he was different, he had the chance to use it.

"Well, maybe you need a tool belt?" The woman smiled, she had a mischievous grin, it took away from that beauty she had, but this sounded good, a way to be flexible and adaptive in the line of duty.

Walt's eyes widened as he thought it over, "How? how can magic give me that?"

"Enchantments of course, I can teach you how to enchant small items with magical properties, they aren't big, but they are versatile. All I ask is a favor of my own, not today but maybe years from now, I may need your help, and with this power you could do it." She had him eating from her hand, no doubt she knew he was going to take it. Take it he did, she taught him to enchant, not a widely used talent, the need of more material made it unsuited for most magicians, but once Walt started to get the hang of it, he could see the possibilities. Walt needed more experience, more time, something to get him past the level he was reaching, something so that when Nina called, he would be ready.

Extra: The only current items he carried are his sapphire earring that enhances his hearing, and his cap gun which he will enchant each charge as needed.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

easily rectified no problem.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

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Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

APPEARANCE

My Hider

Name: Walt Grismer

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Enchanting, mostly cast through the gauntlet.

Personality: Walt is pretty optimistic for the most part, he loves the idea of the old west and the gunslinger, not only that but he idolized his father, a police officer in the local precinct, he wanted to be the hero, the man on the front line laying down life and limb to protect the weak, even if he was weakened himself. Walt did have one terrible trait, he is a fighter, growing up in the wrong end of town he had to fight just to keep lunch money or his shoes or what have you.

Biography:

My Hider

Walt grew up in the rougher end of town, he spent a lot of days with the frozen peas against his face, especially when it came to talking about the police. Walt's father is a police officer in the city, a detective, and has put many people away, and this made Walt see his dad as the perfect blend of Sherlock Holmes and John Wayne. Evenings after school Walt would get out his toy gun and pretend to play cops and robbers with his brothers, they like to be the robbers so that worked for him, he only ever wanted to be to cop.

Walt received his gauntlet when he was ten, it was awesome, he had magic at his fingertips, and he tried to learn how to use it, but every time he tried a new spell, a new school of magic, he felt like it wasn't working. Flames were showy but useless, energy seemed cool, most of them were neat but when he was approached by a teacher named Nina Sarkarev things worked themselves out.

"You seem unhappy with the options you have, tell me what is it you want to be?" She was pretty and kind, with a voice like honey, she had to be a fairy.

"I just want to be a policeman like my dad, he never uses magic, says he doesn't need it." Walt wanted to have magic, it was so cool to think that he could do the things he saw on television. his family wasn't magically gifted, but he was different, he had the chance to use it.

"Well, maybe you need a tool belt?" The woman smiled, she had a mischievous grin, it took away from that beauty she had, but this sounded good, a way to be flexible and adaptive in the line of duty.

Walt's eyes widened as he thought it over, "How? how can magic give me that?"

"Enchantments of course, I can teach you how to enchant small items with magical properties, they aren't big, but they are versatile. All I ask is a favor of my own, not today but maybe years from now, I may need your help, and with this power you could do it." She had him eating from her hand, no doubt she knew he was going to take it. Take it he did, she taught him to enchant, not a widely used talent, the need of more material made it unsuited for most magicians, but once Walt started to get the hang of it, he could see the possibilities. Walt needed more experience, more time, something to get him past the level he was reaching, something so that when Nina called, he would be ready.

Extra: The only current items he carried are his sapphire earring that enhances his hearing, and his cap gun which he will enchant each charge as needed.

In the Court of the High Queen

Lol, nice