Artifact 01: Colorblocks

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ Sitting at a small, wooden table with a tall umbrella, Angela seems to be enthralled with something. The something sits on the table in front of her.

It looks like a collection of painted wood blocks, the kind of thing a baby would play with. They are currently arranged to look like a small cluster of houses, complete with angled roofs and chimneys. Suddenly, she lifts a hand, and knocks all the blocks down.

This would be disappointing for anyone admiring the block sculpture, but only briefly, as the blocks immediately start to build new houses, all on their own. ]

Comments

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She shrinks back when the ring lights up, but when it doesn't harm her, she inches closer again, peering at it. ]

So you're an empath? That would explain the sulking.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Empath?

And I was not sulking!

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

A magician with powers tied to emotions.

Oh, I see, then you're normally found hunched over at the bar looking depressed.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

I'm not a magician.

I was drinking and let it get the better of me, that's all.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Not a magician, just a drunk. [ She smirks a little. ] That's a shame, you're kind of cute.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Looks slightly offended] I don't make a habit of getting drunk. Everyone is just entitled to indulge once in a while.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Particularly when they're sulky, right?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

I was not sulking! [Which just makes him even more sulky]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

See? There you go, pouting again.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Tries to regain a more neutral expression] I am not.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Are so.