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Artsydaze
Full-Time Daydreamer
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05-21-2012, 02:42 AM
The typewriter golem took the freshly completed sheet of paper and gave it to a another, this one holding an empty folder. As the golem put the paper into the brown file, the typewriter seemed to take a life of it's own again, quickly writing on another paper, waiting for Ruthie's perusal.
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We see! Ruthie, is it? Very well, you will now be instructed in the two branch of our new society and will have to choose to go train into one of them.
Do not worry, however, as that choice will not happen until your 15th year of age.
You will be trained in the art of pickpocketing and asked to pay a weekly fee for the betterment of the Society. You will be provided with a room to sleep into, but will have to provide for any further needs.
Do you accept these conditions?
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With a soft 'ding', the contraption stilled once more.
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