Pizza Role Play with Wavikz and Pacific Islander (one on one)

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Elijah Sinclair had always thought that magic had never liked her. From a very young age, she had realized this when her very first fire ball had backfired and burned her neighbor's house. Those people still cursed her whenever she passed by them every time she visited her family, not letting her forget for even a moment that she had been the one that caused such chaos as a child. At thirteen, when she moved on from basic spell casting and in to intermediary spells, she had accidentally blown up three rooms in a mansion. She, along with her master at the time, fled the scene as fast as possible so as not to be caught and charged for damages (something that never in their lives would they be able to pay).

When her master thrust her back to her parents' arms and promptly told them that she may very well be a powerful spell caster, her lack of control was far too dangerous to allow her to hone her particular skill, Elijah decided (much to her parents' protests) to take up the sword...as well as the family business. She now cooked at the Inn they owned (and she was a pretty damned good cook) and worked as a guard to the village some days. She never again ventured in to the world of magic (it would only further make her realize the fact that she had such raw power but couldn't use it) unless it was absolutely necessary.

It was how she found herself helping with spell research on the outskirts of town despite her aversion to sorcery.

Elijah had sighed and complained (in her mind of course) the whole time she had been filling the application for a bodyguard as well as an assistant. She had a very bad feeling about the job but it paid well they were in the red this month so included as much of her experience as she could without outright telling a lie. Unsurprisingly, she'd been the one chosen to help the sorcerer (his name was Alastor Rakov she later found out). They worked well together and despite Elijah's wariness with anything and all related to magic, she began to relax after working for Alastor for a month.

Bad move on her part really.

The accident (or she assumed it was an accident. Without Alastor's comment on it, she couldn't be too sure if it was an accident or he meant to send her to this place) happened when she had been standing at the sidelines and waiting for her boss to finish casting. She thought she had been safe (she had been a good distance away from the magic circle) and she had let down her guard. She watched as the bright flash of light enveloped the whole magic circle...and then started to spread past the lines that Alastor had carefully drawn on the ground, she hadn't had enough sense to move back and run far away. What she did instead was stare dumbly at the light until her feet had been enveloped in them.

And now, after the fancy lights had left, as she was sitting on the cold floor of some sort of sorcerer's house (what else would she call such an unfamiliar place?), Elijah didn't count on her luck on changing anytime soon. In fact, she was sure that she would be quite lucky if she got out of this spot alive and not roasted. Sorcerer's were known to be very possessive of their territory. She looked around, dark hair whipping about, in confusion as she stared at the different items in the room with her teal eyes. She couldn't be positive but it looked to be a diner of sorts, what with the several tables and chairs (at least she thought they were chairs). And well, there was certainly a very nice aroma coming from the direction of where she thought the kitchen might be.

"Just kill me now," she mumbled to herself, a deep accent coating her words as she stood up on wobbly legs and tucked her wavy hair behind her ear with a dark skinned hand. There were two people around, her soldier senses alerted her. One was gaping at her from behind some sort of counter (and wearing funny striped clothes while they were at it) and the other was somewhere behind her. Slowly, so as not to appear threatening, Elijah turned to look at the person behind her. Subtly, she reached for her sword and she was quickly thrust in to a panicked daze when she realized that she didn't have her sword with her. Or anything metal actually so her armor was gone as well. She was only clad in her brown travel boots, her blue fitting pants, and her long green shirt (one that reached her thighs) that doubled as a sweater.

Elijah took a deep breath, trying to get herself to calm down and make her heart resume its normal beating, before she looked down, examining the slowly fading magic circle underneath her. She carefully took stock of it, memorizing the runes and so on until it disappeared and left her trapped in this insane place. When she was done, she looked back up to the person she had earlier been staring at.

"Mind if you would tell me where I am?" she asked him, her accent strong and thick as ever, making it a little bit difficult to understand her. Of course, she didn't know she had such an accent. Everyone in the village spoke the way she did after all. "Pardon the interruption as well. I did not mean to startle anyone."

I did not mean to even be here, her mind silently added as she shifted her weight to the other side.