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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Andrea snaps her fingers, cueing the man beside her to raise his hand. He seemed to be outbid by others, but as the prices seemed to halt, he would outbid them and claim his prize, prompting Andrea to shoot him a sickeningly sweet smile, a gesture returned affectionately by the man. Andrea smirks like a cat that just caught the canary, watching as her little friend bought off several Newbury students, before arriving at Sera.
"Mama..." She whispered, staring at Jack. One of her eyes was actually visible, showing it's cloudy white hue to everyone, but her gaze stayed on the one person who acted like a real mother. "Mama..."
She shook her head just barely, and for the first time-
A tear fell. And another. And another.
She was crying.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Jack's heart was breaking, splintering into a million, tiny glass pieces, but she stared straight ahead. She couldn't let the others know how desperately she wanted, needed, to win Sera back. But the silvery tears that glinted of the girl's cheeks made her blood boil with fury. What did they do to her? How many would she have to kill?
Kill? Did Jack say kill? A slip of the tongue, perhaps.
She heard movement behind her. Andrea. What the hell did that psycho think she was doing?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"It seems that were already down to the last item of the first half! See, this next one's a 7th years student at Newbury's academy! It's an awful special one, it is. Get this, 'er 'air is made of clouds. She's a quite powerful practitioner o' magic, as well, see? She'd make an awful good battle mage if you could control her, yeah?"
Sera was dragged up to the front of the stage.
"Awright, le's start with... 600 coins. Do I hear 600?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"70,000. and one."
A short, black-haired girl took a seat next to Jack, yawning.
"I swear, you all forgot about me."
Lydia grinned.
"Luckily, I'm here to save the day! With money!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Yeesh. Why did she keep thinking about killing? Jack enjoyed dueling for the adrenaline rush, not the pleasure of trouncing her opponents.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"What, you need to save my brother as well. Don't tell me you forgot about your beloved."
Lydia laughed, talking far too quick.
"Well, not my problem. I'm sure I have a lot more money than you so..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
What was Andrea thinking. That was the question of the hour. Jack decided to be logical and ask her
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Again?
Yes, that is what happened, isn't it? She could almost remember it clearly. The marks on her body. The voices. The money. It was awful.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

This bidding war would go on forever unless she struck some sort of deal with Andrea. Jack closed her eyes, letting Lydia's bid stand. Jack dealt in direct words. She meant what she said. Her word was upheld. She duelled honestly. This was getting tedious.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work: