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Who: Sansa Stark & Open~
When: Early January
Where: Around Menchik (A) and then onto Pigeonsblood (B).
What: "A Little Match Girl" curse search!
Rating: TBD
The job was simple enough and Sansa trusted in her ability to complete it. It wasn't her duty or responsibility to know what the curses would be used for - other than "scientific purposes" (whatever that meant). All she cared about was the payment. No matter how far she traveled, money had the ability to either make a journey impossible or comfortable. She chose to be comfortable.
(A.)
Menchik seemed to be a good starting point. With the protection of Blue Wedding and the sword strapped around her waist - as well a dagger against her thigh under her skirt - Sansa felt confident she could approach any merchant or traveling scholar without fear. Her hair was braided in a small ornate bun with the rest of the vivid copper strands loose around her shoulders. All in all, she looked intimidating for a young woman; every bit a child of the North - of Winter.
She entered an inn on one street, peering around at those enjoying a drink at the tavern within. Then she approached the bar and garnered the barkeep's attention.
"Excuse me, I recall seeing a man carrying a satchel of books and papers lodging here yesterday. Could you tell me his whereabouts currently?"
Some coins were placed on the table, with a subtle hand, in case the barkeep - or anyone who overheard - proved helpful.
(B.)
After spending a week in Menchik, tracking down any scholarly sort she recalled or spied, Sansa set off for Pigeonsblood. Since she attended school, she knew she would likely find all she needed where curses were concerned. Blue Wedding, once again, became a silver feather necklace and as the armor receded into a piece of jewelry, her school uniform was revealed, yellow trim and all.
She strode to the Library first and foremost, preparing herself to spend hours if she must, seeking what Alumina had requested. Yet breaks were necessary, so she could easily be found in other areas on the campus, clearing her mind and taking a breath of fresh air.
Being a student was difficult; being a hero was nearly impossible. But the promise of money and magic kept her driven. She wanted a future where no one could hurt her or use her ever again.
When: Early January
Where: Around Menchik (A) and then onto Pigeonsblood (B).
What: "A Little Match Girl" curse search!
Rating: TBD
The job was simple enough and Sansa trusted in her ability to complete it. It wasn't her duty or responsibility to know what the curses would be used for - other than "scientific purposes" (whatever that meant). All she cared about was the payment. No matter how far she traveled, money had the ability to either make a journey impossible or comfortable. She chose to be comfortable.
(A.)
Menchik seemed to be a good starting point. With the protection of Blue Wedding and the sword strapped around her waist - as well a dagger against her thigh under her skirt - Sansa felt confident she could approach any merchant or traveling scholar without fear. Her hair was braided in a small ornate bun with the rest of the vivid copper strands loose around her shoulders. All in all, she looked intimidating for a young woman; every bit a child of the North - of Winter.
She entered an inn on one street, peering around at those enjoying a drink at the tavern within. Then she approached the bar and garnered the barkeep's attention.
"Excuse me, I recall seeing a man carrying a satchel of books and papers lodging here yesterday. Could you tell me his whereabouts currently?"
Some coins were placed on the table, with a subtle hand, in case the barkeep - or anyone who overheard - proved helpful.
(B.)
After spending a week in Menchik, tracking down any scholarly sort she recalled or spied, Sansa set off for Pigeonsblood. Since she attended school, she knew she would likely find all she needed where curses were concerned. Blue Wedding, once again, became a silver feather necklace and as the armor receded into a piece of jewelry, her school uniform was revealed, yellow trim and all.
She strode to the Library first and foremost, preparing herself to spend hours if she must, seeking what Alumina had requested. Yet breaks were necessary, so she could easily be found in other areas on the campus, clearing her mind and taking a breath of fresh air.
Being a student was difficult; being a hero was nearly impossible. But the promise of money and magic kept her driven. She wanted a future where no one could hurt her or use her ever again.
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Too bad Vietnam was a rather short young woman.
She looked around carefully, and kicked her heel against the floor, muttering an incantation to switch her gravity. Vietnam was able to reach for the book after that, but she hoped she didn't bother anyone.
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Never.
"Forgive me. I was not expecting you to...float." she moved to stand beneath the other woman, "Are you searching for curses too?"
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Something to think about.
Vietnam quickly waves her hands before she makes her way down, slowly guiding herself down the shelves with her hands.
"N-no forgive me, I've forgotten how strange this may look." As soon as her feet is firmly on the ground-- "I am also looking for curses. I found this book, I think." She holds it up for Sansa to see.
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"I'm glad one of us can reach those top shelves." she motioned at the table where other books were waiting to be perused, "Would you like to join me? We can cover more ground together."
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"I am glad that it was for once, me." Vietnam jokes, as she nods in agreement before moving to add the book to the pile. "I would very much like to join you! We are, let's see, comrades, no?"
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"You have a lovely build and height, my lady; you needn't demean yourself." she smiled at the word comrade, "As Heroes, we are basically like soldiers, though I fear I fail in that regard more oft than not. Regardless I am glad to call you my comrade."
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"Thank you, really. I know sometimes I could be a little trouble." Because she's so small, but she doesn't mind considering that she could use it to her advantage too. "But to hear that from someone as beautiful as you really gives me great job. Especially now, we are comrades. It does not matter if we were once soldiers or not. We ended up here together."
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She sat at the table, posture perfect as always. Her manners were a testament to her mother and her Septa. She would not relinquish them for anyone.
"True enough. And now we are researching curses. I never foresaw myself doing anything so foreign!"