https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t38362-the-child-snatcher
A new day. It was a new day… right? She rubbed her eyes and tried to remember if she had just taken a nap or if she’d woken up in the morning. It was still daylight outside but it was the kind of daylight that didn’t tell her if it was early afternoon or mid morning. Either way, she felt like shit for having such a messed up sleep schedule. She grunted as she flipped over on her bed and wondered what was going on outside. It sounded like the local festival was going on in full force. Nothing was wrong with that. She just wished they would keep it down though. Every once in a while there was a loud gong sound or a flower petal that floated into her room that’d make her sneeze. She probably should have picked a higher inn floor to sleep in, in hindsight. That’d also reduce all the noise from the people above her who felt the need to party all night. These factors all contributed to her having a grumpy morning that she didn’t think would be fixed with a complimentary breakfast. No, she was going to have to find something else to do today.
She headed downstairs after her morning routine that excluded doing her hair. She was then immediately thrust into the ambiance of the surrounding festivities. Flowers were put in her hair, paint splattered on her clothes, and some things that she probably wouldn’t notice until she got home tonight. She found it hard to resist getting pulled into the festivities herself. She often found herself spectating a fire dancer or a well choreographed dance. Next thing she knew she was getting her third plate of food and was chomping down on it by a fire and wondering why she had even come to this town to begin with. There had been a reason, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She absent mindedly tugged at her hair and tried to make it look presentable as she lazed around. She knew that the memory would come to her if she gave it enough time. She ruffled through her pockets too, not sure if she had a mission or job or whatever that would be of any use. She didn’t find anything though. Had she just come here to enjoy the scenery? Take part in this strange festival? No that couldn’t be it.
She walked up to a board that listed out a number of tasks that could be taken for money. One of the ones in the middle was something about missing children. Now that was hardly something that she wanted to let slip by. Missing kids were one of the saddest things she could think of as most of the time kids were innocent. There were some that she wouldn’t think twice about throwing into a cold dungeon for a couple days though… “No, let’s not think like that,” she muttered as she gritted her teeth. “I wonder if I can do anything to help with this though. I’d have to talk to people and it looks kind of… busy around here.” She looked around, wondering if anyone else was around that wanted to join up with her. Because there was no way in hell she was about to do something like this alone. An old man approached her and said, “even if you can’t find them you can at least find out the motives behind the kidnappings.” It was a good point, but she still didn’t want to go running off alone in this foreign place. Well, whatever. If nobody was going to show up…
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A new day. It was a new day… right? She rubbed her eyes and tried to remember if she had just taken a nap or if she’d woken up in the morning. It was still daylight outside but it was the kind of daylight that didn’t tell her if it was early afternoon or mid morning. Either way, she felt like shit for having such a messed up sleep schedule. She grunted as she flipped over on her bed and wondered what was going on outside. It sounded like the local festival was going on in full force. Nothing was wrong with that. She just wished they would keep it down though. Every once in a while there was a loud gong sound or a flower petal that floated into her room that’d make her sneeze. She probably should have picked a higher inn floor to sleep in, in hindsight. That’d also reduce all the noise from the people above her who felt the need to party all night. These factors all contributed to her having a grumpy morning that she didn’t think would be fixed with a complimentary breakfast. No, she was going to have to find something else to do today.
She headed downstairs after her morning routine that excluded doing her hair. She was then immediately thrust into the ambiance of the surrounding festivities. Flowers were put in her hair, paint splattered on her clothes, and some things that she probably wouldn’t notice until she got home tonight. She found it hard to resist getting pulled into the festivities herself. She often found herself spectating a fire dancer or a well choreographed dance. Next thing she knew she was getting her third plate of food and was chomping down on it by a fire and wondering why she had even come to this town to begin with. There had been a reason, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She absent mindedly tugged at her hair and tried to make it look presentable as she lazed around. She knew that the memory would come to her if she gave it enough time. She ruffled through her pockets too, not sure if she had a mission or job or whatever that would be of any use. She didn’t find anything though. Had she just come here to enjoy the scenery? Take part in this strange festival? No that couldn’t be it.
She walked up to a board that listed out a number of tasks that could be taken for money. One of the ones in the middle was something about missing children. Now that was hardly something that she wanted to let slip by. Missing kids were one of the saddest things she could think of as most of the time kids were innocent. There were some that she wouldn’t think twice about throwing into a cold dungeon for a couple days though… “No, let’s not think like that,” she muttered as she gritted her teeth. “I wonder if I can do anything to help with this though. I’d have to talk to people and it looks kind of… busy around here.” She looked around, wondering if anyone else was around that wanted to join up with her. Because there was no way in hell she was about to do something like this alone. An old man approached her and said, “even if you can’t find them you can at least find out the motives behind the kidnappings.” It was a good point, but she still didn’t want to go running off alone in this foreign place. Well, whatever. If nobody was going to show up…
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