by Strawberry 18th August 2015, 8:01 pm
"The world isn't a video game."
This was the sentence that brought Zemina in contact with this man, roughly her age give or take a few years. However this wasn't what brought her to this town, coincidental encounters and such, no, she was here for a different reason.
The swordswoman stepped through the town, wearing her "casual" attire. A blood-red cloak, of which the hood was covering her head and hair, a red bra, and crimson skirt, accompanying these were black shoes, shoes that pressed against the ground, step after step.
She attracted a lot of attention, for the sword at her side gave off a magical vibe, but they knew magic couldn't be used in this area, and so did Zemina. Her sword was the basis of all her magic, and while the weapon itself is magical it still can be used as a regular sword, so this attracted a lot of attention. The red-clad swordswoman could be taken as an assasin, a knight, someone planning on doing something sinister, but this place was the reason she was here. This place alone.
The young woman stepped around, hood covering her face so much I'm shadow that only her hair and her mouth could be seen, the rest shrouded in darkness. She did seem shady, and Zemina could see how one could make that inference. All this young woman wanted was answers. "What is wrong with this place? How does magic not work here?" she continuously asked this question, until one person gave her an answer. One that wasn't helpful, but led her to someone who might give her answers.
"That cafe over there - I-It's where all the gossip is! Anyone can get you any answers if you go there, but whatever your planning won't be accepted by the light guilds!" This was said by an older man. One probably in his late forties. What the man didn't see was her tattoo on her midrif, the one belonging to a light guild. Sabertooth.
The woman entered the cafe, instantly attracting all of the eyes due to her appearance. A man, presumably the owner stepped up to Zemina. "Miss, you're going to have to get a more proper attire. One you can't be in here with solely a bra on, you must wear some kind of shirt. Secondly you can't have a hood on, now please-" Upon the "please," the man rested his hand on Zemina's shoulder. Zemina grasped that hand, and twisted his arm, causing a yell to emancipate from his lips. Zemina began slowly walking down the side of the cafe, looking for someone who might provide answers, not saying a single word until she heard someone, talking in a light tone. Acting as though other people should be artificial robots in some sort of video game, and that is why she spoke up to him. The only words coming from the crimson swordswoman's mouth being "The world isn't a video game." She said while walking past his booth, face still not visible, and not even caring to stop.
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Uhm my posts are generally short, so can you tell me if I need to post more or less? And sorry my character kinda left you like that, but I guess you can figure out something!