mythmaking | 01 [Text & Action]

KIRI

[Yep, Elle's devoted a whole page to her magical book to scrawling her partner's name all over it in big letters.

After the ink dries, she's already getting on to approaching the townsfolk.......who seem to be avoiding her gaze? Wow, rude. At least she's used to it, but the problem is that she doesn't have her white uniform on. How on earth do they know she has Troy? And on that topic-- why is she not dead yet? Maybe exposure to Flare helped to minimize the amount of toxins in her body. Wait, no, that doesn't makes sense considering she drained Sister Heine of her toxins. This is all so confusing.

But nevertheless, her first priority is finding Kiri.

Anyone who's watching from the sidelines will notice some of the human inhabitants making way for her, although the animals seem okay with her presence. However, Elle's not quite used to seeing so many varied animals all in one place, and she's not about to approach them. (She has no clue that some of them talk as well.)]

Ah, excuse me? [Aaaaannnnd ignored. Ugh.] Has anyone seen a boy-- blond hair, red eyes? He usually wears a yellow and black shirt?

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[ There's a boy nearby in a yellow and black shirt, but he has silver hair and turquoise blue eyes. ]

That's not much of a description.

[After having casually mentioned how his eyes flash red when he unleashed his special attack one of the generic NPCs...you know what? Let's give them a name. Generica. Generica the produce merchant had mentioned - with a crunch of an apple and a grimace - how there was someone who was looking for him. Someone who she didn't apparently care for, or at least felt uneasy about, but she wouldn't say what specifically was off-putting about this person- girl, just that she was apparently seeing him out.

Which was kind of weird, especially given how Generico (who had stopped for apples) also talked about spotting this person, and Genericson, son of Generico, mentioned this as well and off he went in search of this person, having a rough description and dire and not very specific warnings ringing in his ears.

And so it was that Elle and Owain met on some random street, in a destined meeting of destiny. There's no way this'll go badly.]

Ha...il? [Started out bold, expecting either someone he knew or maybe some nemesis from home, and ended vaguely confused because she really didn't look that familiar. Assuming he had the right person.]

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