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Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou‘s the name!

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“That is not what I expected you to say. You ruined it, Eizen. You ruined the joke.” A joke was nothing without the proper elements in tact. One might consider the lyrics she weaved in her glorious tones would bring about some manner of question relating to them! Not a most rude inquiry of the state of her presence itself! Honestly! Did no one enjoy a good drama? 

Why did everyone have to be of such sour sentiment? Sure the particular person of interest was cursed beyond repair. Sure he was beginning to uncover the very truth of the matter of being hopelessly cursed without escape. Sure there were a multitude of ways she could rephrase that idea over and over again to make it appear she was standing perplexed, filled with the sort of intricate complexities that the rest of them seemed to be stuffed to the seams with but...

Nope, there she went, sashaying over to occupy the seat offered her.

“Are you asking me what I want out of obligation to hold conversation, or is that a real and true offer?” She wiggled her brow. “And if you are serious about the verbage - ignoring the obvious sarcastic implications - then I suggest you get out a pencil. You’re going to need it.” Because what she wanted could not be recalled so simply!

She was a complex person in that way.

" I know. Terrible. Awful. Evil incarnate. ❞

There were supposed to be people. Not a load of civilians tromping about, but some manner of life, some activity erupting as those who lived and worked there rallied to engage in daily routine. As horrendous as the world had become, they still had lives to maintain. And they strove to seek normalcy where they could, though it seemed to have become an impossibility those days.

The land was still, scarred by evidence of war. 

Not even the scattering of birds could be heard, pecking and prodding rubbish left behind in a rush. Some tables still had food sitting out, prepared to devour, untouched.

Presumably so. There were no people to give them any insight on what transpired.

Renarin’s eyes fell on the one solitary figure aside from himself, an action that was not propelled forward by the normal sense of foreboding one might experience upon seeing such a sight. He was not motivated by the same inspirations others were granted.

Was that man responsible for what he was seeing? For the sudden abandonment of the people’s rightful places, scurrying to escape?

He watched him with such intensity, it near took on a life of its own.

❛ I just wanna have a life, I wanna do something normal. ❜

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Errrrrrrrr.....

Such a question! Suggesting a vast burden pressing down upon the soul! Asked of the.... the jester??

Such an outrageously attired young lady as she would certainly not contain the answers to the sudden influx of identity diffusion. How could she render something soothing to satisfy? Well! He’d come to the right place! For those things she didn’t know, she made shit up! That was the only way to get through life. Rules smules. Who needed them? If they did need them, they could be constructed as they went along!

“I’m gonna need a little context here.” She folded her arms across her chest, pacing back and forth. Grinding that trench in the path she carved with her brutal footfalls. One needed to keep in motion in order to keep that rotation of healthy thinking going! Only when things fell stagnant did it all crumble apart!

Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou’s the name!

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She burst out laughing, waving a hand as though to disrupt the amused air to gather round such a curt response!

“My goodness, but you are a sour sort, aren’t you! How do you know I was talking to you, good sir? But I’m ever so glad that you called upon me, for I am hopelessly lost and wandering aimlessly!” What if she wandered into a dank, dark corner of the world where the unsavories resided?? What if she found herself in a situation she had to wiggle free of, leaving trouble in her wake? And when only just arriving too. So much for keeping a low profile. Though, by her outlandish clothing, perhaps that wasn’t her goal much at all.

“Names are such vitally important instruments to wield. They can’t just be freely given without preamble to the depths of the most horrendous of tragic pasts likely attached. We all have our sad stories! But since it seems you are already sadly wilted, I will withhold the necessary theatrical arrangements.”

She clapped her hands, holding her hands out wide. 

“You don’t know true power until you’ve had a five-hour energy drink and a large cup of coffee with four shots of espresso.”

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“Oh yeah? Pics or it didn’t happen!”

A little one like her could get into loads of trouble under the influence of such potent stimulating drugs. Was she swinging on canopies? Seeing colors? Witnessing the miraculous art of faces melting away from the skulls they adhered to? So many possibilities, so little time to concoct them.

An inexplicable thing occurred!

She turned away, eyes closed, face hoisted up toward the bright light of the sun. And when she looked back? Truly looked back.

The turd was still standing there.

.... What did she look like, a confessional?!

Well whatever.

She spun on her heels, somehow remaining in her kneeling position without tottering over. It bespoke of her skills of balance, perhaps, or maybe she was just used to being caught in weird positions. Think on the fly, that’s what must be done.

❝ You’re back. My cell was so lonely without you. ❞

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“Captured after a mere five days of freedom!! Oooh this flower can hardly stand to be contained in such a dark and dank atmosphere for much longer! Woe is my heart as it wilts under the strain of such cruel and unusual punishment!” 

Not that she didn’t play a hand to landing herself into such an arrangement. It hadn’t been an hour before she was swiftly into trouble again, and many further hours before she was deposited straight back where she had escaped in the first place.... with an additional mark against her name to add to the rest. She was gaining quite the reputation! That was the lifeforce of a witches existence, but it surely made things a little harder when she weaseled her way into the game.

They were individual cells positioned in long cold rows, the floor hard as brick and slick with the moisture of the underground. There was little that could be done for that. And little that would be to improve the comfort of criminals awaiting their judgement.

While the prisoners couldn’t see each other, they could hear one another through the iron bars, the only real interaction they had with the outside world.... conversation amongst themselves. The guards didn’t much care whether or not they exchanged information. If it kept them occupied, that was good enough for them.

There was a scratching sound as she turned to mark the wall she had been working on since she’d been imprisoned, etching out a count of how many points she had and how many the guards won for themselves. The tally was a little lopsided..... away from her favor.

“As you wish.”

“The kid agrees!” She twirled, arm raised to the curious audience gathered round. Some were of little notice, just those simply passing by on their way to somewhere else or those who were meant to be lingering there caught, unwittingly in the ruckus she caused. Who would be able to ignore the sound of the voice raised above the usual din in the marketplace? Honestly. Who would want to was the better question.

Some were far more notable in.... ahem quality.... over.... eherm quantity. Namely the er, city guard. That was problematic. One of those necessary evils to crest and all that. She had little choice in the matter.

“Let me request a short intermission to confer with my oh-so-kind volunteer before we begin the show!” She spun.

The minute her back was turned to the audience, her face drew grave.