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Amelia Gray
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Amelia Gray's Story
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Unlike her stereotypical kin displayed in stories to entertain small children, Amelia did not fly in on a broomstick, nor did she poof in a cloud of sparkling dust. She didn't carry a black cat on her hip like a redneck woman would carry her baby in the trailer part, and she didn't have oozing warts on her nose or bony fingers. Instead she was a well dressed witch from the Victorian era and displayed as much class as she could give by slowly waltzing into the bar with her hands folded before her against her stomach. Rather much lady like, Amelia kept her lips sealed as her feminine gaze shifted slowly from side to side. "Oh, I wonder." She mused in a polite tone which hinted her accents as she strode forth, heels clicking lightly upon the wooden floor upon every step she took towards the bar. Even though she was indeed a witch, she really didn't seem like one at all one bit.
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Upon hearing the lad address her from behind, Amelia paused for a second. Glancing back at him from over her left shoulder with a cocked brow, her lips parted a little as she prepared to speak. "Yes?" Came her short but sweet inquiry as she looked Stahl up and down almost as if she were a school teacher prepared to scold him for grammatical errors upon his paper, but of course her writer was too lazy to put such things because she didn't really feel like it at the moment.
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"Hm? Talk?" The woman asked, glancing Stahl up and down before her gaze traced about the room. Shrugging, she offered the boy a polite smile and nodded. "Sure, we can talk. Conversation is always nice with tea, even on rainy nights." The witched mused, batting her lashes gently as she waved a hand towards the nearest table. "Please, seat yourself. I wish to order some tea." She requested, nodding towards the bar whilst she spoke. "I've never been to this place before, so I have no idea on how ordering is done, so I wish to somehow figure it out." She added, putting some cheer into her accented voice as she was oh so polite to this lad whom randomly approached her and asked to talk, go figure.
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It a couple of minutes, but Amelia eventually found out how to place her order for a kettle of green tea and would soon seat herself across from the estranged Stahl. Placing her hands upon her lap politely she gazed at the strange boy while waiting for him to speak, after all he wanted to talk to her for whatever reason it may be.
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Amelia Gray noticed as to how the boy faltered to offer her one of his hands, but would pay no mind to it as she accepted his left after his attempt. "I'm Amelia Gray, but you may call me Amelia if you wish, Mr. Stahl." The woman replied, her accented voice low as she spoke to the boy while at the same time carrying its melodic cheer as well. It would seem as if almost nothing could bug this well classed woman.
Amelia Gray nodded. "All right,' she agreed with a small smile. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Stahl." The witch mused, glancing towards her left as a waitress flitted their way, carrying a tray with a silver kettle upon it, two tea cups, sugars, and creams. Unsure of who'd put cream in green tea, Amelia let it slide as she thanked the young woman as she placed the tray between the two and gave them a polite smile. "Is that all?" The waitress asked with a giggle as she glanced over at Stahl before almost flinching as the witch gave her a somewhat stern look. "Yes, that'll be all unless he'd like to place an order for himself." Amelia replied as she waved a hand at the boy before preparing her cup.
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After the airheaded waitress teetered off, Amelia quickly went to finish preparing her cup of tea. "Yes, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not from this era." Mused the witch as she nodded to the tray indicating to Stahl that he should help himself before she could take a drink.
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Amelia Gray shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? I came in on my broomstick!" The witch teased with a small laugh, finding her comment funny as she took a small sip of her brew with her pinkie outstretched for class. "No, no, I used time travel of course and then took a bus." She replied honestly with a wink.
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"Hm, walking could be better than riding a bus. But in the shoes I'm wearing, my feet would hurt by the time I sat down on my rump." She agreed simply, her writer too lazy to put any more for she is constructing a new character.
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A brow cocked upon Amelia's features when Stahl spoke such dark words. "Oh?" She questioned rhetorically, sipping some more of her tea before setting the white glass down gently. "What do you mean?"
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Amelia Gray shook her head before slowly standing. "You owe me nothing, Stahl." She replied, checking an invisible watch. "But it seems that I must go now. It's getting late. Enjoy your tea." She mused, snapping her fingers as an umbrella with a vulture's head appeard in her hands. Squaking, the bird's beak snapped at her gloved hands. "Oh shut it, bird!" Snapped the witch, clocking the bird in the face before snapping open the umbrella. "toodles dearie!" Amelia exclaimed with a giggle as she held the umbrella in the air, only to float out of the bar leaving a trail of sparkles, pink things and happiness along the way.
If she wasn't Marry Poppins, then who was she? Because there was no witch known in the world who would fly down from the heavens using an umbrella that had a vulture's head on the handle. Well, Amelia did whilst wielding her lantern that attracted both faeries and possibly large beasts who knew and took to the call. Yes, that was right. Miss Amelia Ruthe Gray, the librarian was the witch guardian of beasts. Now, how cool would that get? Hell, some probably thought that Mike Rowe from "Dirty Jobs" should have done a special on her occupation a long time ago. Anyways, the witch soon came to land on the ground in a dainty manner just outside of the large bar which seemed to have a loud ruckus going on inside. "Just who could be starting a party like that?" She pondered aloud whilst folding up the umbrella, glancing towards the entryway as it faded into nothingness. Gently taking out a handkerchief, the witch wiped off her hands before sliding thin white gloves on and then proceeded daintily up the staircase. Upon proceeding into the bar, her oddly colored optics traveled from side to side, Amelia's mouth falling shut for she knew it was impolite to stare with her lips agape. "Now...this is very peculiar." The witch mentally observed as she began across the room, soon taking a seat all by her lonesome at a table nearest to the fake hearth. "Oh dear, oh dear." The she witch muttered to herself upon picking up the menu in order to flip through it, viewing the dinner specials and what not with an unamused gaze. She more or less looked for where she could order herself some tea and maybe some tarts since she had missed afternoon tea due to having trouble in the library with the new assistant. The poor dear didn't know where the Shakespeare went. Sighing upon remembrance, the witch quietly glanced around just in case a waiter came to take her order as the onslaught of the bar's destruction continued.
After being unable to decide what she wanted whilst slowly becoming annoyed by the loud noise that flowed throughout the large room, Amelia slowly stood. Sighing, she removed her monocle and gently began to clean it with the handkerchief she used earlier whenever she had landed outside. "I think I might just take a walk in the park perhaps or see about that diner I seen while flying here." The witch thought to herself, placing the monocle back on her right eye. Beginning towards the door after making her special lantern fade with some sort of odd magics, the stoic woman disregarded the others in her path. All except for the fellow witch that was. Boy, was she gorgeous! Hiding a small smile, Amelia couldn't help but to follow her out but kept silent whilst doing so. After all they could sense one another, but it wasn't a good idea to point out the obvious, nor was it to make it seem like she followed her. Like that, the guardian of beasts and keeper of faeries had departed from Gambit's Bar, going onto Wing's City main street to perhaps engage in conversation with this fellow witch whom was quite a piece of artwork if Amelia did say so herself. The question that remained though was, could this be love at first site or fate made to be?
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
Amelia Gray is now on the sidewalk, just walking even though she could fly, but she didn't feel like getting her umbrella out and her writer's too lazy to write anymore.
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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