- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Risa Leontine stood on the opposite side of the street, staring at a run-down house with a level of intensity that made it look as though she was trying to figure out where to launch a strategic attack. The house seemed far from worthy for such consideration from the beautiful woman. It was a narrow, single story house, sitting side by side by side with equally cheap houses. There was nothing to distinguish it from its neighbors. They all pressed up tight against the sidewalk, scraps of weedy grass to grow in the cracks of concrete and spring up in the gaps between buildings. All had peeling paint that had been occasionally marred by graffiti the residents couldn't be bothered to pay to see removed, and the windows were half-blocked by mass-produced anti-magic spells that wouldn't stop any truly determined thief.
The beautiful woman seemed wildly out of place in the neighborhood. Everything about her reeked of money, from her carefully fitted light grey business suit to her manicured nails to the way her carefully highlighted brown hair cascaded in graceful waves over her shoulders. And, as though agreeing with the notion that she was out of place, Risa was showing obvious traces of nervousness. One hand was clenching and unclenching around the hem of her jacket, fingernails slightly stressing the fabric from her excessive worry, while the other tugged at a strand of hair that curled around her face. Taking a few deep breaths, Risa squared her shoulders, checked both ways for any oncoming traffic, and then marched up to the door. However, as though to hide her presence, every step was silent, and her heels made no sound against the concrete steps up to the front door.
She'd prepared carefully this moment, checked and double checked her process of ending up standing on this doorstep so that there wouldn't be any flaws. Risa was here as a representative of Magic Box Inc, the tech company that had sprung up from nowhere half a year ago and taken the world by storm with a new form of battery that was able to safely and efficiently store magical energy from a positively vast number of magical paths. Her company had quickly made deals with the other tech giants, and Magic Box batteries could now be found included in most of the next line of household appliances. The more other people tested and worked with Magic Box tech, the more they realized how efficient it was, and the more her company grew. Recently, she'd made a deal with the North American Druid's Alliance to work with them on creating a new line of farming equipment that would use druidic essence to promote crop growth. While searching for a suitable liaison, Risa had "found" an unemployed young druid woman who was a part of the alliance, and chosen her to be the NADA's liaison to Magic Box, despite the druids' subtle attempts to object to her choice. Of course, it might be strange for the CEO to come herself to pick up a liaison, but that simply showed how much she valued the cooperation. Or, at least, that's what Risa said. In truth, she simply couldn't hold herself back any longer.
Today, Risa had come to recruit Aislin Reid to Magic Box. But more than that, she'd finally found her way back to a doorstep she hadn't seen in so many months. A huffed breath escaped Risa's lips, the reflexive attempt to purr thwarted by a throat that could no longer support the noise. However, that didn't stop her eyes from narrowing into contented slits. Taking one last, calming breath, Risa raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door, waiting desperately for the wood to swing back out of the way and reveal her most precious person.
The beautiful woman seemed wildly out of place in the neighborhood. Everything about her reeked of money, from her carefully fitted light grey business suit to her manicured nails to the way her carefully highlighted brown hair cascaded in graceful waves over her shoulders. And, as though agreeing with the notion that she was out of place, Risa was showing obvious traces of nervousness. One hand was clenching and unclenching around the hem of her jacket, fingernails slightly stressing the fabric from her excessive worry, while the other tugged at a strand of hair that curled around her face. Taking a few deep breaths, Risa squared her shoulders, checked both ways for any oncoming traffic, and then marched up to the door. However, as though to hide her presence, every step was silent, and her heels made no sound against the concrete steps up to the front door.
She'd prepared carefully this moment, checked and double checked her process of ending up standing on this doorstep so that there wouldn't be any flaws. Risa was here as a representative of Magic Box Inc, the tech company that had sprung up from nowhere half a year ago and taken the world by storm with a new form of battery that was able to safely and efficiently store magical energy from a positively vast number of magical paths. Her company had quickly made deals with the other tech giants, and Magic Box batteries could now be found included in most of the next line of household appliances. The more other people tested and worked with Magic Box tech, the more they realized how efficient it was, and the more her company grew. Recently, she'd made a deal with the North American Druid's Alliance to work with them on creating a new line of farming equipment that would use druidic essence to promote crop growth. While searching for a suitable liaison, Risa had "found" an unemployed young druid woman who was a part of the alliance, and chosen her to be the NADA's liaison to Magic Box, despite the druids' subtle attempts to object to her choice. Of course, it might be strange for the CEO to come herself to pick up a liaison, but that simply showed how much she valued the cooperation. Or, at least, that's what Risa said. In truth, she simply couldn't hold herself back any longer.
Today, Risa had come to recruit Aislin Reid to Magic Box. But more than that, she'd finally found her way back to a doorstep she hadn't seen in so many months. A huffed breath escaped Risa's lips, the reflexive attempt to purr thwarted by a throat that could no longer support the noise. However, that didn't stop her eyes from narrowing into contented slits. Taking one last, calming breath, Risa raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door, waiting desperately for the wood to swing back out of the way and reveal her most precious person.
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