Post by Katie Butler on Jun 14, 2011 16:03:53 GMT -5
Katie walked into what was supposedly the cabin she would live in for now on. She gave the place a sweeping glance and sneered. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, the bunks were even smaller then what was at the orphanage, and the lamps looked broken. Where are the cleaning harpies when you need them? she thought sarcastically, her arms crossed. Katie's
bag-enchanted to hold everything and anything-was slung casually over her shoulder. In the front pocket, which was booby-trapped that if anyone intentionally tried to steal the contents, their hand would burn off, was Katie's staff and spellbook in miniform as a feather pen and mini-phone book [you know, those that are the size of a regular computer mouse].
Sighing, the blonde waved her hand. Instantly anything broken automatically fixed itself, all the dust was cleared, and the cabin immediately became much, much bigger on the inside than it looked from its outwards appearence.
"I could live here, now." Katie mused, uncrossing her arms and taking out her staff. It grew until it was a bit shorter then herself and Katie laid it on her bed. She snapped her fingers and her bags unpacked themselves. Then she paused, and called, "Death, get out here." A small, skeletal fly buzzed past Katie's ear. "Land," she commanded.
"Aw!"
"Now."
Death, a talking, shapeshifting skeleton with flames for eyes, dropped on Katie's bunk and grew into a golden retriever sized dragon. "C'mon, Katie. I like flying!"
"Well examine your new living space first," The demigod snapped, exasperated.
Death pouted, well, as much as a skeletal dragon could, anyway. "It's fine" was all she said.
Katie sighed and sat down on her new bed, absently playing with her staff.
[/sup]bag-enchanted to hold everything and anything-was slung casually over her shoulder. In the front pocket, which was booby-trapped that if anyone intentionally tried to steal the contents, their hand would burn off, was Katie's staff and spellbook in miniform as a feather pen and mini-phone book [you know, those that are the size of a regular computer mouse].
Sighing, the blonde waved her hand. Instantly anything broken automatically fixed itself, all the dust was cleared, and the cabin immediately became much, much bigger on the inside than it looked from its outwards appearence.
"I could live here, now." Katie mused, uncrossing her arms and taking out her staff. It grew until it was a bit shorter then herself and Katie laid it on her bed. She snapped her fingers and her bags unpacked themselves. Then she paused, and called, "Death, get out here." A small, skeletal fly buzzed past Katie's ear. "Land," she commanded.
"Aw!"
"Now."
Death, a talking, shapeshifting skeleton with flames for eyes, dropped on Katie's bunk and grew into a golden retriever sized dragon. "C'mon, Katie. I like flying!"
"Well examine your new living space first," The demigod snapped, exasperated.
Death pouted, well, as much as a skeletal dragon could, anyway. "It's fine" was all she said.
Katie sighed and sat down on her new bed, absently playing with her staff.
