CLEMENTINE
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Clem
Rising from the bottom.
HP: 200/200
MP: 200/200
Job: A Fang in Your Side
Tagged: @Saraphina
Mood: Yay!
Muse Music: Magnets
Word Count: 358/3,500
MP: 200/200
Job: A Fang in Your Side
Tagged: @Saraphina
Mood: Yay!
Muse Music: Magnets
Word Count: 358/3,500
Clementine leaned against a crumbling brick wall just inside of a murky alleyway, thumbs threaded through her belt loops. She kept her head down and her blue eyes peered from beneath the brim of her cap and above the mask covering her mouth. Shadows concealed most of her form, though any passing mages would definitely sense the magic power swirling in her veins. The young woman’s goal was to go unnoticed by any pedestrians that may be out on a night such as this. The streets were nearly empty under the starry night sky. Only the rustling of cherry blossom leaves in the wind and the occasional drifting conversation of bar goers could be heard.
Clem’s hand, dressed in a black fingerless glove, reached over and grabbed one of the spray paint cans attached to her belt. Nonchalantly she flipped the object and caught it, over and over. She wasn’t typically a patient person, but tonight she forced herself to wait as long as she had to. In an alleyway deep in the heart of Yokohama, a Midian port city, was where she lounged. The mage was there on an assassination job. Clem was waiting on her jobmate and guildmaster, Saraphina. The young woman hadn’t met the other mage officially yet. Beyond her stoic expression was a curiosity that bubbled like boiling water. Clem was excited to see what Saraphina was like. The formerly homeless girl hadn’t met many mages since her time in Hargeon. Joining a guild was certain to afford her new relationships with other magic users. That was certainly an enticing prospect and a driving force for her decision to join Errings Rising.
Flip. Flip. The can made circles in the air. Clem scuffed her skate shoe on the ground of the alleyway. The desire to find a bar and purchase a beer passed her mind, but she pushed it away. Who knew if a country like this even made or sold beer? Besides, it wouldn’t make much of a good impression on her guildmaster if the painter was late. So she stayed put, observing the occasional night activity that passed by her claimed alleyway.
Clem’s hand, dressed in a black fingerless glove, reached over and grabbed one of the spray paint cans attached to her belt. Nonchalantly she flipped the object and caught it, over and over. She wasn’t typically a patient person, but tonight she forced herself to wait as long as she had to. In an alleyway deep in the heart of Yokohama, a Midian port city, was where she lounged. The mage was there on an assassination job. Clem was waiting on her jobmate and guildmaster, Saraphina. The young woman hadn’t met the other mage officially yet. Beyond her stoic expression was a curiosity that bubbled like boiling water. Clem was excited to see what Saraphina was like. The formerly homeless girl hadn’t met many mages since her time in Hargeon. Joining a guild was certain to afford her new relationships with other magic users. That was certainly an enticing prospect and a driving force for her decision to join Errings Rising.
Flip. Flip. The can made circles in the air. Clem scuffed her skate shoe on the ground of the alleyway. The desire to find a bar and purchase a beer passed her mind, but she pushed it away. Who knew if a country like this even made or sold beer? Besides, it wouldn’t make much of a good impression on her guildmaster if the painter was late. So she stayed put, observing the occasional night activity that passed by her claimed alleyway.
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