FLAME AND FURY A lot has happened in a very short amount of time. First, Mary was being called here, then being given a jewel (a red one), that she was told was capable of great magic. Now, she's being called to fight. She may have a lot of power behind this jewel, but she has no idea how to use it. Magic isn't real in Mary's world, so she has no frame of reference to help her. She's also not a fighter, something blatantly obvious to anyone who looks at her.
Mary follows Allairavar to try to help put out the fires, as that seems to be a more able task for her. The blaze is raging through the city, the heat off of it baking Mary's face as she gets closer. As recommended, she puts up a shield to protect herself (she hopes she's doing it right) and stays close to a group of people. Mary doesn't want to split off on her own.
Even with the protective shield, Mary is very hesitant to run into a burning building. She stands back, eyes wide as she stares at the house in front of her. One of the other members of her group is standing too close and not looking up at the burning wood high overhead. Mary can see that it's about to fall and calls out to them.
"Look out!" She gestures and ends up sending some kind of spell that redirects the beam as it's falling to the ground.
TRAINING Having to train is undoubtedly the worst part of living at the Queen's Residence. While Mary needs a lot of help with a sword, she also needs help with magic. She has no idea what the red jewel she wears around her neck can really do.
Case in point, while working with someone out at the training grounds, Mary tries to send a spell that will disarm them. Not only does it remove the sword from their hand, it sends the blade flying back about 10 feet, landing point down sticking up from the grass.
Mary gently puts her hand over her mouth. "Oh my," she says. "I didn't realize it was going to do that..."
GOING POSTAL It's on days like these, when she has somewhat menial chores to do, that Mary has to remind herself that she's here to help. She also has to remind herself that taking post around to people's houses is far preferable to training or fighting any day. With that perspective, she's glad to pick up a bag of letters and deliver them.
It's not as easy as it might seem. Many of the houses were lost in the fire, and the street signs, if they still remain, aren't the most reliable either. That's to say nothing of the handwriting on some of these envelopes. Mary holds one up and squints at it before showing it to her partner.
"Can you make out that address at all?"
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Mary Crawley | OTA
A lot has happened in a very short amount of time. First, Mary was being called here, then being given a jewel (a red one), that she was told was capable of great magic. Now, she's being called to fight. She may have a lot of power behind this jewel, but she has no idea how to use it. Magic isn't real in Mary's world, so she has no frame of reference to help her. She's also not a fighter, something blatantly obvious to anyone who looks at her.
Mary follows Allairavar to try to help put out the fires, as that seems to be a more able task for her. The blaze is raging through the city, the heat off of it baking Mary's face as she gets closer. As recommended, she puts up a shield to protect herself (she hopes she's doing it right) and stays close to a group of people. Mary doesn't want to split off on her own.
Even with the protective shield, Mary is very hesitant to run into a burning building. She stands back, eyes wide as she stares at the house in front of her. One of the other members of her group is standing too close and not looking up at the burning wood high overhead. Mary can see that it's about to fall and calls out to them.
"Look out!" She gestures and ends up sending some kind of spell that redirects the beam as it's falling to the ground.
TRAINING
Having to train is undoubtedly the worst part of living at the Queen's Residence.
While Mary needs a lot of help with a sword, she also needs help with magic. She has no idea what the red jewel she wears around her neck can really do.
Case in point, while working with someone out at the training grounds, Mary tries to send a spell that will disarm them. Not only does it remove the sword from their hand, it sends the blade flying back about 10 feet, landing point down sticking up from the grass.
Mary gently puts her hand over her mouth. "Oh my," she says. "I didn't realize it was going to do that..."
GOING POSTAL
It's on days like these, when she has somewhat menial chores to do, that Mary has to remind herself that she's here to help. She also has to remind herself that taking post around to people's houses is far preferable to training or fighting any day. With that perspective, she's glad to pick up a bag of letters and deliver them.
It's not as easy as it might seem. Many of the houses were lost in the fire, and the street signs, if they still remain, aren't the most reliable either. That's to say nothing of the handwriting on some of these envelopes. Mary holds one up and squints at it before showing it to her partner.
"Can you make out that address at all?"
WILDCARD
[ Interested in something else? Something different from the above prompts that we talked about on the OOC post or you want to plot something out? Send a PM or find me on Plurk at