Serene Thoughts(Private Social/Imp)

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A salty scent invaded Sorano Granon's nose as she stood there, eyes closed and facing out to sea. Her face was just as serene as usual, showing a perfect lack of emotion. Even though she stood perilously close to the edge, it was obvious the girl had no discomfort in the situation. What could she be doing? Communicating with spirits? Meditating on her thoughts? Contemplating suicide? Even she didn't know. Being the person she was, either of those was equally likely. Being an emotionless spirit warrior with the heavy responsibility of a mage as well as the weight of previous sins on her shoulders, it was no wonder the young teen needed a moment to pick herself up and out herself together again. Many would go crazy in such a situation as hers, the way she had very nearly become. However, the emotionlessness that protected her caused disadvantages as well, disadvantages she normally bushed off.

In such a beautiful, peaceful environment as the cliffs near to her home in the forest, it was hard for her not to have deep thoughts, however. He mind dove into her many theories and concerns, arranging and rearranging them. With Hoshi back at the cabin sleeping, sue could worry solely about herself instead of worrying about the easily frightened exceed. It was an almost painful experience, recalling such memories.

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A presence. Suddenly, the letter mage was broken out of her reverie of sorts by the sudden sense that someone, someone or something was near. Glancing out the corner of her eye, she caught the fringe of an aura moving it's way through the forest. The prepared mage would slowly reach to her side, into a small mirror that had been attached to the inside of her thin jacket. A throwing knife was unhooked from its ring, and in a flash, it was carefully held at the ready, prepared to impale whatever came through. So, it was no surprise that she narrowed her eyes slightly in confusion as an almost fey-like creature bounded over, trilling a tune on a little wooden flute. Suddenly, her memory was jogged, and the letter mage's thoughts returned to her early days in Fairy Tail as a new mage.

"Ah, it was that imp..." she murmured, mostly to herself. Thinking the impact was just passing by, she turned back to face the sea when suddenly, a flash of aura soared right past her dropping over the cliff. Brown eyes widened, and a hand instinctively leapt forward. Flash. A mirror appeared. Flash. It was beneath the imp. Flash. The imp should fall right inside. Sorano carefully righted the mirror midfall, and used her magic to carry it back to safe land. Releasing the contents, the imp should pop right back out. Unlike most others, now, she would only stare at the imp, not at all trying to chastise him or anything about his behavior.

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"What was that! Who are you? Where am I? I'm hungry! I'm bored. Bye!" Sorano blinked slowly, a confused expression on her face. "Ah... I'm afraid I do not understand the point you are trying to out across.." she said slowly, trying to process the rapid fire sentences. She opened her mouth to answer the imp's questions, emotionless explanations that would surprise most coming from a thirteen year-old girl. However, before she could get a word in edgewise, it skipped away again, tumbling over the cliff. "W-what?" Sorano stammered in slight confusion, before her hand was out, a mirror disappearing over the edge again. However, this time, the creature came shooting straight back up, hovering two feet across the clifftop before falling flat on its face. "..."

A few seconds of awkward silence followed, in which Sorano would just stare at the imp some more, unsure of how to properly react. "The Serene Cliff can be dangerous. Watch where your footsteps occur," she said suddenly, almost as if reciting something out of a textbook. Her voice was flat and emotionless, reflecting her current condition. She would create a temporary wall of mirrors surrounding the cliff edge so the imp would be less likely to fall over.

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[color=#ff9900]Sorano blinked a few times at the first sentence it uttered, wondering if she should be insulted. She hadn't been very good at understanding these things ever since she lost her emotions, and decided to just let it slide. Listening to its next comment, Sorano frowned, thinking. How did she walk exactly without seeing her feet yet not crashing? "You should practice having your feet move themselves perhaps?" she wondered, actually thinking deeply about this, "You should teach them to tell when you are entering an uncertain situation and control where you move!" Sorano nodded slowly, as if this was a perfectly normal and valid explanation. She wasn't exactly sure how the brain would send signals down to the feet, but she was sure it had to somehow...right?

She blinked again as it abruptly changed the subject to food, asking her if she had any. Not having any with her at the moment, Sorano wrote up a basket, in which would lie whatever food the imp wished. "There's food in the basket," she said agreeably, handing it over.

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Casting a brief glance over at the Imp's aura, Sorano realized that the creature had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and obviously didn't even care. The Imp's switching of emotions was near impossible for the girl to follow, even more erratic than Hana's. Unlike Hana's his emotional changes weren't quite so dramatic, but the speed was absolutely astounding! Sorano rubbed her eyes in discomfort at the rapidly moving colors, blinking as the Imp went off on another flurry of words, movements, and emotions. Hearing his first question, Sorano promptly opened her mouth to begin an in-depth explanation of how Solid Script worked and which words she had string together to create the basket of food, which would include delving into very advanced magic topics that a normal person, never mind the Imp would be able to understand.

However, she was once more interrupted by the Imp, gasping in awe over the food and poking at it. "Yeah... it's food..." Sorano said cautiously. She was unsure what to make of the rather erratic figure, one who's center of attention appeared to be constantly roaming. Suddenly, she realized something. She'd never caught the creature's name, something she asked now. "Mm, excuse me, but I don't believe I know your name.."

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Sorano would watch in a bit of confusion and slight amusement as the Imp proceeded to poke around the basket and stuff a piece of bread in its mouth. The two would sit there for an awkwardly long time, waiting for something to happen. When the Imp asked his question, Sorano blinked in surprise. "Umm, don't you know how to eat?" she asked cautiously, wondering whether this was a joke or not. Then, as it opened its mouth, she realized that there was nothing to digest and process the food. Nothing. Perhaps this was such a creature that had no need of eating? Sorano leaned in closer to look at it, then began to revise a few of the words used to make the food. This would cause the food to slowly disappear as it entered the Imp's mouth, making it seem as if it had eaten.

"Now it should work... Why don't you try it out?" she suggested, holding the basket out again.

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Listening to what her guildmate said, Sorano leaned back, wondering. Was it actually possible for this imp-like creature to grow big? Did it grow by magic? Might it be made of magic? Sorano had no idea. It was a fascinating mystery, her guildmate, and she made a mental note to do some research on the fey and other imp-like creatures to try to find out what the Imp was. Maybe, this imp didn't even grow! It would be rather sad if that were the case, seeing as it was so hopeful. Turning her gaze to watch as the imp shoved another load of bread into his mouth, an instinctive smile from ha it, not emotion curled up her face. It was an almost inspiring sight, seeing the creature so hopefully await as the bread disappeared in its mouth.

The Imp was so much like a child, easily satisfied, yet always so curious and questioning. A reminder of Sorano's younger brothers. Having not had the emotions to get over their deaths, something still echoed hollowly inside her when she thought about them. "Nice job," she said softly, handing him the basket. "Yeah... you should eat more and get stronger."

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Sorano felt almost like a hole in her had been filled that moment, like something was fixed. Of course, this was a sensation she couldn't quite understand, being unable to feel emotion. In fact, if she had possessed he ability, she would have suddenly realized she had reassumed the role of older sister for a second there. Having been the youngest among everyone else for so long, she had gotten used to feeling younger and not quite as important. In fact, she had always been one of the leaders in her family, and with the Imp, she found herself slipping back into that spot. This spot she was o used to, and knew best how to act in. "You're welcome, Imp-san," Sorano said calmly, in a reassuring tone. "You can tell...is it Birdie-san? That you can eat now."

Suddenly, the Imp's aura was filled with confusion again, it's thoughts crowding everything out. As it went off in a chain of questions, looking around in confusion, Sorano bent down and placed her hand on the creature's cap. "Imp-san, please calm down," she said softly, holding its head so it had to look straight at her. Feeling awfully protective all of a sudden, she felt like helping her odd little guildmate. "Concentrate on me. Don't think about anything else," she said coldly. Slipping a touch of her power with words into her speech, she did her best to try and get the Imp's mind to calm down.

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Sorano furrowed her brow, deep in thought at this latest mystery. So... it didn't know how it talked to Birdie? Did it even know this Birdie? Wait, but Birdie didn't talk to it? And then...Birdie talks to it? Sorano found herself chasing the same train of thoughts back and forth in her mind, then took a deep breath, recollecting her thoughts. The imp did mention that it heard Birdie talk inside its head or something... There was a slight possibility that this Birdie could be another part of the Imp's mind, or perhaps some greater being over imps?
She had no idea.

She watched as the Imp would attempt calming down, staring in an almost creepy way at her. For a second, that wild spinning ara seemed to still for a mere second, the whirred back up again. Something had obviously clicked in the little creature during that moment, as he suddenly looked up with bright eyes, saying something about Birdie and remembering. Something felt important here. Something was definitely important here. Sorano leaned forward, normally dull brown eyes intense. "You did a great job Imp-san... what do you remember now?" Wanting to help her guildmate as much as possible, the letter mage would do her best to help it concentrate.

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So, there was a place the Imp had to go, huh? Sorano was already deep in thought, mind whirling to try and keep up with sorting out this information. A certain time? Interesting. She would definitely have to ask about that as well. The place was, well, somewhere to the east or the south. Could it be Tenroujima? It was a possibility. Sorano did recall it being usually located somewhere south of here. Unlike the other comments it had made so far, the Imp's next comment caused her to wrinkle her nose at the random oddity of it. Hot? The person was hot? Did the Imp mean hot as in temperature, or as in appearance? Yet another question she would have to ask. A place that was small, but big... A time soon, but not sure when. Needs to be big and strong...spiders...

The letter mage flopped down on the ground, thinking hard. What could this mean? The Wakusei Portals perhaps? They themselves were small, but they led to huge planets. Spiders? Hmm, maybe Nazo as she had heard of all sorts of crazy things about the planet. She sped it could be hot as well. She wasn't quite sure where exactly it was located though... "Does the name Nazo remind you of anything?" she asked slowly.

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As the Imp plopped down beside her and began his own train of thought, Sorano was only more puzzled by his response. So... according to him, good things created heat? That was interesting... Personally, Sorano found heat to be rather undesirable in normal circumstances due to her childhood in a cold environment,. But who knew? And so it was Birdie who was hot? Unsure of which hot this creature was talking about, she still couldn't come up with the best solution. However, if heat was good, then it would only make sense that Birdie was good. It was a far away place,, and the time it had to go was close. Sorano nodded slowly, then turned back to the Imp. "I'll do my best to help you then, I suppose."