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Austinkroft By: Bleachigo X [The Pink Ninja Fairy] __“Hello world!” Wynne shouted as she leapt joyfully out of her luxurious and petite canopy bed, tossing her lavender, silk sheets onto the fine Persian rug over the marble floor that ran throughout the ground floor of her house. She pirouetted out of her room and twirled into the bathroom, from whence she sprung ten minutes later, the intricately carved teak door flying open, completely dressed and ready to embrace the day. Today she had special vigor that she usually reserved only for Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, for today was the day she would select her very own guardian! __ No matter how cloud-free the sky was or how brightly the sun shone, it was a gloomy overcast day in my mind. I know that selection duty is my civic obligation as a demon citizen, but I still didn’t want any part of it. This would be my fifth and last time to attend if I didn’t get chosen yet again. That meant no more personality quizzes to ensure that I wouldn’t entirely hate whatever wizard that might choose me, no more waiting in lines with fourteen other demons that scored similarly on the quizzes, no more annoying, green, little wizards who were looking at us with their beady little eyes and took forever to make up their slow little minds. It’s not that I would hate to be some wizard’s guardian, when I actually think about it; it actually seemed kind of interesting to me. Guardians get to travel wherever their wizard goes and fight whoever attacked or endangered their wizard, not to mention that they get paid a standard salary plus a healthy percentage of their wizard’s salary. They also have great access to things normal civilians are restricted from, flexibility with certain laws, and the best health/death insurance available. Still I didn’t want to get chosen. __ If I didn’t get chosen to be this next wizard’s guardian, I could go back to my regular life. And in this form, I felt pretty confident that no one would ever choose me. __ Just to be cautious, I looked at the two beings next to me. The one on my right was a powerfully built, male ogre wearing glasses and a business suit, and was reading the stock section of his newspaper while sipping tea. He noticed my gaze and asked in a sophisticated air, “Do you need something, sir?” __ “Oh no,” I said quickly. “I was just wondering is that green tea or earl grey?” __ “It’s chamomile mango, actually,” he said and returned to his newspaper.
iHidan the Immortal · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 02:44am · 1 Comments |
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