- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Usually every day, but I often don't like posting every day.
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Genres
- Fantasy, modern fantasy, high fantasy, romance, slice of life, sci-fi, grimdark, light fandoms (next gen, non canon chars, etc)
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Atticus stepped inside the auditorium, giving everyone inside a once over. Well, the ones he could see anyway. There was promise of food and booze, two things which he enjoyed. After assessing his surroundings, the male beelined for the bar. As he waited for the bartender, he had another glance around. This time, a familiar hat came into view. He knew who that was, the loudmouthed brat at training. He sort of liked her spunk. Seeing as she looked lost and a bit bored, he turned to the bartender and ordered two whiskeys on the rocks. After getting the drinks, he walked over to the small Scot, handing her the drink.
"Seier, right? Good job in training the other day." He told her, taking a sip of his own drink. "You looked like you needed booze. Hope you like Jack." He laughed a bit, looking around at people awkwardly mulling about. "And let's face it, we'll all need it to get though this damn thing." He nodded over to the bar and to the food. "The two best reasons to be here are there." As she took the drink from him, he shifted his own drink into his other hand, taking yet another sip.
"So, your powers, they're like portals right? The way you and Vyla handled that stupid ring obstacle course was pretty damn impressive. They'll probably try'n snatch you for that Magic and Occult stuff, but honestly you'd be great in collections." He sighed, finding himself now the awkward one. With yet another sip of the whiskey, he shook his head, jutting a thumb back to the bar.
"Look, I know you don't know me at all but I fucking hate it here, want to just go get drunk? You're newer here and you seem like one of the more take no shit agents, which I like, in as a non-creepy way as possible." He realized it did sound incredibly creepy to be asking this random girl to get drunk, but he wasn't going to be pissed if she said no or anything. "Obviously your choice, understandable if you don't want to drink with a weirdo you met once." He added, finishing off what was left of his drink.