Orb Post | 1 | Arrival

[sarcasticbite]

[A young girl of around the age of sixteen appears and she seems pretty irritated.]

First, I wake up in an unknown place with an old man smiling down creepily at me beside my bed and in clothes that I swear I’ve never owned before.

[She mimics the old man, deepening her voice]

“Welcome Nikki, you must have questions.”

No, of course not. I just love being kidnapped, changed of my clothes without my consent, and being told that I have the responsibility to fulfill some sort of role as a Mage. [Sarcasm is just pouring from every word.]

For some reason, of all the questions he’s willing to answer, he won’t tell me how to control the fire coming out of nowhere.

[She moves the orb to the side and what’s seen is the bed behind her on fire]

Someone might want to come and douse it out.

Comments

[sorcerous]

In a thousand years of life, I should hope I know something.

[sarcasticbite]

Well, besides the fact that sounds like an exaggeration of how long you've been alive, I suppose you should know something. However, that something may be useless nonetheless.

[sorcerous]

It is, if anything, an underestimate. Though mortals reckon time in such smaller pieces.

[sarcasticbite]

Mortals? What are you? Some sort of nerd that puts himself higher than everyone else?

[sorcerous]

If I am higher, it is by blood and family. By age, among you children.

And by power.

[sarcasticbite]

You seriously have to get off that high horse of yours. Don't cry when you fall off.

[sorcerous]

You know nothing about the fall.

[sarcasticbite]

You're right. I've never been on a high horse looking down on everyone before AND fallen from that.