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vaccinationsThe locket shows the face of a young teen, her face and hair are dirty and she's staring at the locket intently. Like she doesn't exactly trust it. When it clicks on her eyes widen and a grin comes across her face.]
Oh shit. It's real. Real magic locket. Alright, imps, starting to believe that you weren't totally fucking with me. You got me on that one. Not that I believe all of that shard stuff. You woulda thought people would notice something like that. [The locket spins on it's chain once before she grabs it again and observes everyone seriously.]
Alright so. Most important things first. Where's a girl gotta go to get cool magic stuff? The locket's not bad, but I'm talking the good shit. Like flying powder and wands and fire powers and breathing underwater. If they dragged us here, they better not hold out on us. I already asked the imps to give me a dinosaur to ride but they said I had to wait for "boons" or whatever the hell that is. I mean how can you drag me here and then make me wait? It never works that way in any book I've read and I've read every book about magic left in Boston. [An annoyed huff! It's barely an exaggeration. She really did read every book about magic left in the boarding school.] Those imps were dicks or else this is a major secret character test.
[Then her face drops into a more neutral expression, Like there's a lot bubbling beneath the surface but she's trying to cover it up as best she can.]
Okay, next important stuff. I'm looking for a guy named Joel. He's big, gruff, wears flannel, comes from the great land of Texas. [She even imitates a Texas accent for emphasis! It's terrible tbh.] He's probably kinda grumpy and stomping around right now.
[She's so clearly worried that the forced neutral expression isn't doing much for her. But still, trying to keep it together. It's hard with the conflicting feelings of "holy shit magic" and "oh my god where the fuck is Joel."]
...Joel, if you hear this, say something over the lockets. I know it's weird as hell but just. Do it.
Oh shit. It's real. Real magic locket. Alright, imps, starting to believe that you weren't totally fucking with me. You got me on that one. Not that I believe all of that shard stuff. You woulda thought people would notice something like that. [The locket spins on it's chain once before she grabs it again and observes everyone seriously.]
Alright so. Most important things first. Where's a girl gotta go to get cool magic stuff? The locket's not bad, but I'm talking the good shit. Like flying powder and wands and fire powers and breathing underwater. If they dragged us here, they better not hold out on us. I already asked the imps to give me a dinosaur to ride but they said I had to wait for "boons" or whatever the hell that is. I mean how can you drag me here and then make me wait? It never works that way in any book I've read and I've read every book about magic left in Boston. [An annoyed huff! It's barely an exaggeration. She really did read every book about magic left in the boarding school.] Those imps were dicks or else this is a major secret character test.
[Then her face drops into a more neutral expression, Like there's a lot bubbling beneath the surface but she's trying to cover it up as best she can.]
Okay, next important stuff. I'm looking for a guy named Joel. He's big, gruff, wears flannel, comes from the great land of Texas. [She even imitates a Texas accent for emphasis! It's terrible tbh.] He's probably kinda grumpy and stomping around right now.
[She's so clearly worried that the forced neutral expression isn't doing much for her. But still, trying to keep it together. It's hard with the conflicting feelings of "holy shit magic" and "oh my god where the fuck is Joel."]
...Joel, if you hear this, say something over the lockets. I know it's weird as hell but just. Do it.
