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Ilda Nora
One day, I'll prove I'm not the monster they say.
If there was one thing Ilda Nora was known for loving as much as she loved a good fight, it was children. It didn't matter what the child was like, Ilda was likely to adore them just because they were a kid. And so, upon hearing that the little ones at a local hospital's children's ward were in need of someone to entertain them, Ilda took the job without question.
She arrived to the hospital dressed like the explorer she often was- some distressed denim, a tee-shirt, and her favorite leather jacket. Of course, her hands remained gloved, and the moment a nurse offered her to take them off, she immediately refused with a slightly rough tone to her voice. The last thing these kids needed was a handshake from a monster. At least with her gloves, Ilda felt mostly human.
With a skip in her step, she walked into the children's ward, with all the children gathered for some sort of show. It was supposed to be a magic show, causing the woman to pale as she realized something: her magic was destructive at best, meaning not really safe for a show. She tried telling some jokes and stories, but it wasn't doing a great job of pleasing the audience.
With a crowd of children giving mixed reviews already, Ilda began to hesitate in her speech. Would someone else come to save her from this humiliation- and better yet, save the kids from boredom?
She arrived to the hospital dressed like the explorer she often was- some distressed denim, a tee-shirt, and her favorite leather jacket. Of course, her hands remained gloved, and the moment a nurse offered her to take them off, she immediately refused with a slightly rough tone to her voice. The last thing these kids needed was a handshake from a monster. At least with her gloves, Ilda felt mostly human.
With a skip in her step, she walked into the children's ward, with all the children gathered for some sort of show. It was supposed to be a magic show, causing the woman to pale as she realized something: her magic was destructive at best, meaning not really safe for a show. She tried telling some jokes and stories, but it wasn't doing a great job of pleasing the audience.
With a crowd of children giving mixed reviews already, Ilda began to hesitate in her speech. Would someone else come to save her from this humiliation- and better yet, save the kids from boredom?
Uh oh, she's bombing!
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