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

[brosif]

That seems to be a power you are grasping at in earnest.

[sarcasticbite]

[She yawns]

Is that the best you can do? Honestly, lady, if you're powerless, you can just say so.

[brosif]

[Sif doesn't rise at the insult -- she has spent a thousand years having her power questioned. It has never faltered. Instead, she smiles, kindly.]

You seem tired. I shall leave you to your rest. Do enjoy the bed -- you'll certainly be lying in the one you've made for yourself.

[And with that, she tugs on her necklace and cuts off the line of communication.]