Reading over it , it seemed she had to help someone gather materials for some kind of amazing painter. Art had always fascinated her, ancient depictions of gods and monsters, moments captured in a single frame preserved throughout time. Art was a type of history after all, of course she was a terrible artist though, she couldn't even draw a straight line much less paint a masterpiece. That didn't stop her from enjoying other peoples art though and the thought of being envious of other peoples talents has never crossed her mind, everybody has their own talent and niche, being upset because someone has a talent that you don't was just plain stupid in her opinion. You should be happy with what you can do, not upset with what you cannot.
Like usual with Rosabell, her body walked on autopilot as she rambled on about random and unimportant things, and before she knew it she smacked face first into a wall, instantly snapping her out of her ditzy aimless daze. She heard a few giggles out of the civilian passerby as she rubbed her scarred nose sorely, but before she could retaliate with a retort, she saw the address of the wall she had slammed face first into and smiled.
As fortune would have it, the building she had so ungraciously smacked face first into just so happened to be the temporary residence of the legendary painter she was looking for. Marching up to the front door she made a loud knock, and before she knew it she heard a loud "Come in" from a voice laced with a heavy accent she did not recognize in the slightest, she didn't know if she was hallucinating or not but she could've sworn she had heard pop music coming from the inside. Deciding to take the unknown man up on his offer, she waltzed in and was instantly assaulted by a barrage of colors. Everything ranging from green to orange was seen and it was odd yet somehow beautiful. She had never seen such an array of colors all in one place before, and this was only his temporary home. She couldn't imagine what his main location looked like.
Deciding to stop gawking and actually greet this now proven great painter, she was dumbfounded at what she saw. A rather portly man with one of the most ridiculous moustaches she had ever seen was twirling around the room paintbrush in hand, fully dressed in a dark pink bathrobe. Was he..dancing..? Rubbing her eyes to make sure that she wasn't hallucinating, she was dismayed to find that he was indeed...still twirling. Letting out a frustrated huff she would make a loud cough to get his attention while waving the job papers in the air. "Uh, excuse me but I am here for the job you poste-"
Just as she was about to finish her sentence he suddenly twirled up to her in a rather silly fashion, immediately making her close her trap. "Non, non, non, mademoiselle! there is yet another, who has accepted my task of utmost importance! I beg of you, please wait until both of ze pretty Madame's are here before I can explain myself!" He would state as he once again twirled away to do whatever he was doing. "Uhh..okay..?" She was praying to all of the seven gods, that she didn't know existed that her fellow 'pretty Madame' was no where near as weird as this painter was.
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