Hi there! Ione here, still homeless, I mean undecided on my personal place of residence. Just in case you were wondering. Were you? Wondering, I mean. Probably not, no one worries about Ione. But Ione is okay with that! She doesn’t care about anyone right back, so everything balances in the end.
Wait, crap, Ione is talking in the third person now. Does that mean Ione is going crazy? Let’s not think about that.
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ANYWAY, so Ione was in Clover Town because of reasons only Past Ione was aware of. Not that Clover Town was bad or anything, in fact it was quite lovely. You know, because of all the clovers or whatever. Did Clover Town actually have clovers growing in it? If not then they needed to change the name because that would be false advertising and false advertising is illegal. And since this is the big fancy home of the fancy pants Rune Cops, doing something so blatantly illegal would be bad, right? Right.
Ooo, a red flower!
Taking a moment to smell the flower, Ione appreciated the calm of the town. The Glyph Knights seemed to be doing a good job of keeping the town quiet and as crime free as one could. That was nice. Already she could feel her strained nerves relaxing like they usually did when she took a warm bath. Which had been awhile ago now that she thought about it. Just one of the many downsides to having chosen a life of freedom from property taxes. Even if she had not really had a choice in the matter.
On the bright side, the rat she had for breakfast was surprisingly tender. Haha, no Ione hadn’t really had a rat for breakfast. That would be gross. No, really. Promise.
Ooo, a yellow flower!
Wait, Ione realized she hated the color yellow today. No smelling the yellow flower. She could smell it tomorrow if it was still there. Tomorrow felt like a green day. Future Ione just really did not like green, which, who could blame her? Green is just so… green. Unlike red, red was delightfully red.
Hadn’t she passed a red flower? Oh, maybe she could go smell it again! Yes. Deciding this was the best idea Present Ione had had in the last forty two point five six minutes (she had counted), she went back to where she had seen the red flower and took another sniff.
Yup, it still smelled red. It was a good smell. As she turned to leave, a scream came from the house she had been smelling. Well, the flowers, not the house itself. That would be weird, and Ione was a completely normal girl.
“Fire, fire!” yelled a middle aged (and thus positively ancient) man running out of the building. “Our lantern chain just suddenly disappeared and spilled burning oil everywhere! Someone call the Rune Knights!”
“O-oh my,” Ione said to herself quietly. “What a remarkable coincidence. I should… probably get out of their way.”
Not wanting to be around when the Glyph Corps showed up to investigate, she turned and began calmly walking away from the building that was now smoking something fierce. Yes, a completely calm walk. Not at all a semi panicked half run. Nope, she was the picture of an innocent bystander she was.
546 words
546/2000 total
Wait, crap, Ione is talking in the third person now. Does that mean Ione is going crazy? Let’s not think about that.
…
ANYWAY, so Ione was in Clover Town because of reasons only Past Ione was aware of. Not that Clover Town was bad or anything, in fact it was quite lovely. You know, because of all the clovers or whatever. Did Clover Town actually have clovers growing in it? If not then they needed to change the name because that would be false advertising and false advertising is illegal. And since this is the big fancy home of the fancy pants Rune Cops, doing something so blatantly illegal would be bad, right? Right.
Ooo, a red flower!
Taking a moment to smell the flower, Ione appreciated the calm of the town. The Glyph Knights seemed to be doing a good job of keeping the town quiet and as crime free as one could. That was nice. Already she could feel her strained nerves relaxing like they usually did when she took a warm bath. Which had been awhile ago now that she thought about it. Just one of the many downsides to having chosen a life of freedom from property taxes. Even if she had not really had a choice in the matter.
On the bright side, the rat she had for breakfast was surprisingly tender. Haha, no Ione hadn’t really had a rat for breakfast. That would be gross. No, really. Promise.
Ooo, a yellow flower!
Wait, Ione realized she hated the color yellow today. No smelling the yellow flower. She could smell it tomorrow if it was still there. Tomorrow felt like a green day. Future Ione just really did not like green, which, who could blame her? Green is just so… green. Unlike red, red was delightfully red.
Hadn’t she passed a red flower? Oh, maybe she could go smell it again! Yes. Deciding this was the best idea Present Ione had had in the last forty two point five six minutes (she had counted), she went back to where she had seen the red flower and took another sniff.
Yup, it still smelled red. It was a good smell. As she turned to leave, a scream came from the house she had been smelling. Well, the flowers, not the house itself. That would be weird, and Ione was a completely normal girl.
“Fire, fire!” yelled a middle aged (and thus positively ancient) man running out of the building. “Our lantern chain just suddenly disappeared and spilled burning oil everywhere! Someone call the Rune Knights!”
“O-oh my,” Ione said to herself quietly. “What a remarkable coincidence. I should… probably get out of their way.”
Not wanting to be around when the Glyph Corps showed up to investigate, she turned and began calmly walking away from the building that was now smoking something fierce. Yes, a completely calm walk. Not at all a semi panicked half run. Nope, she was the picture of an innocent bystander she was.
546 words
546/2000 total