[[OOC - LOOK I'LL BE REALLY SURPRISED IF BOTH OF YOU PICK THE SAME ENCOUNTER ANYWAY SO, though I cut short the massive pre-discussion at least...]]
Reira is not a magical girl.
She's supposed to be one day, but she isn't yet. The seers foresaw it.
Her grandmother foresaw it, specifically.
Reira's clothing is questionably so, in the sense of what anyone would bother to wear as clothing. Stark white, it is only a few shades paler than her skin and resembles a set of hospital scrubs more than anything. There are no shoes- the feet are cut somewhat at the soles, and a set of curious bracelets dangle from one arm, one with a shattered blue stone, the others with stones that glisten with seeming power.
But she is not a magical girl, and for the moment she has been told to wait. She waits inside a play fort, entrance hidden in the bottom to be climbed up. No one really seems to come by, so that's quite fine. The girl just stares blankly in the darkness, waiting.
Waiting...
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'We'll meet back here.' Such is the agreement that three small, doll sized familiars come to after a brief discussion not far from the Play fort. They have a little one to look after, and they're going to do it properly by golly!
The flowery one is the most responsible of the three...to an extent. Each coin she finds, she diligently stores in some sort of pocket in her dress, floating along with a determined state. "Just a few more, and that should be '15'," she mutters, not quite realizing that 15 coins is not '15 dollars' necessarily. "Now... ...Oh!"
She is quickly distracted by the music playing at a store front, and ends up simply floating in front of the screen to watch.
The Pilot is nervous. Extremely nervous, but she gathers her cards quickly, somehow managing to shove them into her cap. occasionally she lands on something to catch her breath, before getting back to it.
And all the while, she wonders. "Mnh...it's cold...will Reira be cold..?" Oh dear. So worrisome...she flits on, wings to her face as she doubts. "...That should be the first thing to 'buy', I guess...warm things..."
She first has to get the coins, though.
The last one is trickier in her methods. She finds herself a place outside the park, taking in a deep breath at a pile of leaves. "Magic has to do something..! So magic is what I'll use!!" she determines, shaking her broom at the leaves. "Coins, coins! We need coins!!"
USES THE SAME FIRST MEETING BECAUSE *SHUSH*
Reira is not a magical girl.
She's supposed to be one day, but she isn't yet. The seers foresaw it.
Her grandmother foresaw it, specifically.
Reira's clothing is questionably so, in the sense of what anyone would bother to wear as clothing. Stark white, it is only a few shades paler than her skin and resembles a set of hospital scrubs more than anything. There are no shoes- the feet are cut somewhat at the soles, and a set of curious bracelets dangle from one arm, one with a shattered blue stone, the others with stones that glisten with seeming power.
But she is not a magical girl, and for the moment she has been told to wait. She waits inside a play fort, entrance hidden in the bottom to be climbed up. No one really seems to come by, so that's quite fine. The girl just stares blankly in the darkness, waiting.
Waiting...
-----
'We'll meet back here.' Such is the agreement that three small, doll sized familiars come to after a brief discussion not far from the Play fort. They have a little one to look after, and they're going to do it properly by golly!
The flowery one is the most responsible of the three...to an extent. Each coin she finds, she diligently stores in some sort of pocket in her dress, floating along with a determined state. "Just a few more, and that should be '15'," she mutters, not quite realizing that 15 coins is not '15 dollars' necessarily. "Now... ...Oh!"
She is quickly distracted by the music playing at a store front, and ends up simply floating in front of the screen to watch.
The Pilot is nervous. Extremely nervous, but she gathers her cards quickly, somehow managing to shove them into her cap. occasionally she lands on something to catch her breath, before getting back to it.
And all the while, she wonders. "Mnh...it's cold...will Reira be cold..?" Oh dear. So worrisome...she flits on, wings to her face as she doubts. "...That should be the first thing to 'buy', I guess...warm things..."
She first has to get the coins, though.
The last one is trickier in her methods. She finds herself a place outside the park, taking in a deep breath at a pile of leaves. "Magic has to do something..! So magic is what I'll use!!" she determines, shaking her broom at the leaves. "Coins, coins! We need coins!!"
The leaves proceed to blow around everything.