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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 28, 2011 22:46:34 GMT -5
Shift for Arcel: Was born female in this reality, a slight shift in his genetics when being born, and for the most part things have remained the same, however, she never gained the nickname Arcel, and since she fell for Type instead of Amethyst, never ended up controled, is now his assistant.
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Almost before he finished the question, a voice responded from around a stack, "On it Mr. Wryter!" a moment later, a slightly younger Filly slid around the corner, rushing over to him, several differnt ink bottles with her, "Would you prefer Night black, obsidion black, dark blue, or the slightly more fancy Onyx Ink today?" she asked enthusiasticly, eyes widen with admeration.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 28, 2011 22:57:47 GMT -5
She nods, a clone pops up and catchs the other ink bottles, rushing off with them, the prime one stays by him, swappoing out the ink bottles for him to work. Currently there are 4 other clones rushing around the archives doing odd jobs for Type and the Royal Archive, maining cleaning though.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 28, 2011 23:32:43 GMT -5
She smiles dreamily, no hearts this time, she got a handle on that illusions after the first year of working for him, "You would probably get lost in the archives sir," she giggles at her own joke, "That or just be unable to find your books, they were so disorganized before you let me and my clones take care of them," nods.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 28, 2011 23:43:02 GMT -5
She blushs a bit, "Mr. Wryter... you didn't have to get me anything..." blushs and looks away, a clone stops by, a gift box in her mough, "T-though I did get you something S-... I mean, Mr. Wryter," blushing lightly.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 28, 2011 23:52:20 GMT -5
She takes her box and nods, holding breath a bit looking at it, "Y-yes... 1.... 2... 3" she said, quickly using magic to unwrap and open box.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 0:00:44 GMT -5
In his box is a yellow, orange, and red quill, starting light yellow at the writing end, and fading to red at the top, reminicant of a phoenix feather, clearly enchanted. She gasps at her gift, then smiles, "T-thank you T-... I mean Thank you Mr. Wryter," she hugs the frame to her chest, "I will cherish it forever," she nods, dreamy smile still, sees him open the quill, grins, "Thats a special magic Quill, its solor powered to be able to write up to 50 signitures or a 3 pages of text on a full charge! And only takes a single day in the sun to fully recharge Mr. Type!" she says happy, it had cost her half of 3 months of pay to afford it, but she felt it was worth it.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 0:08:39 GMT -5
She blushs heavily, then sighs happily, melting in his hug, unable to hug him back if only out of embarisment and timidness, "T-thank you sir... and.... it wasn't all that bad," flat lie, "You are... are such a good employer and friend I thought you deserved something special," hoping it might make her a bit more visable to him, has been stuck in the friend zone for the past year and a half, though had gotten out of the just pure assistant zone about a half year ago. (ooc: Nope for being noticed more, far to early in an alt reality to achieve goals XD)
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 0:24:06 GMT -5
She is frozen in place for a moment, then nods, "O-of course sir... I mean Mr. Wryter, sorry again," dashs off, a bit saddly, loving the present he got her, but was hoping for more of a reaction for the new quill, se even splurged on the one where he can change the color of the ink by dipping it a differnt ink for a moment, she went to the receptionist desk and sent the clone that was there to get the book for him, she sits up and looks at the door, waiting to see if anypony would stop by the Royal Archives today.
The Clone meanwhile grabbed the book and worked its way back towards Type, one of Mythic Swirl's 5 possible clones, this was #2, her innocance, which acted quite a bit like her and was the perfect stand in. Sure Mythic thought she might eventualy be able to make more, but with her work for Type, she hadn't had a chance to put serious study forward.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 0:47:23 GMT -5
She smiled a bit, "T-thank you sir... and yes I was aware, sorry I didn't mention it earlier..." she said, blushing a bit, "A-and actually... your gift was perfect, w-we didn't really have a g-good picture to show anypony who asks me who I work for... I have illusions b-but you know how shaky I can be with that sometimes... I am not sure why I can never seem to get your image right..." every time she has tried it has either gone saucy and she 'loses' it or its overly romanticized version of him.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 14:16:43 GMT -5
She chuckled in return, nervously, "Y-you don't say..." her cutie mark was currently of a leather bound book, just another illusion though, its how whe was able to secure her position as his assistant, keeping her special true special talent hidden mixed with actually being a good librarian due to years of practice let her wing it. She later found out she would have been picked regardless, but didn't drop the illusion in fear of being fired, she was thankful she was good enough at them to keep most ponies in the dark and hadn't ran into one yet that could see through it, at least she thought she hadn't.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 16:12:16 GMT -5
"O-oh, I'm fine sir... j-just thinking about illusions... and cutie marks..." glances at Munin, she and the bird got along, but everytime she looked at the bird, it was looking at her flank, it make her unnerved a bit, "I-its almost a shame my talent is handling books... Illusions came in a close second I s-suppose..."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 16:23:42 GMT -5
Her eyes shot open, her mind went reeling.
In her mind she wanted to say, Silver Wands? As In Grandmaster of Illusion Silver Wands?! The first Grand Master of the Art in 30 YEARS Silver Wands?!? On of my Idols and the one of the top proffesors at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, THAT SILVER WANDS?!?!?!
However, what she actually said aloud was, "S-Silver Wands... i-isn't she umm, one of those... Master spell level unicorns your friends with?" trying to play it off that she wasn't familier with her.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 16:31:00 GMT -5
The Clone sits, and inadvertedly swallows nervously, "I... I see... I-I don't see why... my talent lies in books... my illusions have reached there limits at what I can do now..." she said.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 16:55:04 GMT -5
Blushs a bit more, "T-thank you sir...." sees the clock on his desk, "Oh my! Thats the time, Me and #3... I mean Clone #3 were going to go take of orginizing and sorting through the old forgotten Sciance scrolls today!" dashs off, more an excuse to get away so she could calm down then really doing it.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 17:58:34 GMT -5
The 2 clones get to work sorting out the old scrolls of the long ago abandonded sciances, numbers 1 and 3 work on the never ending task of dusting and cleaing, and #5 currently is working on the very careful and percise book restoration project, leaving Prime at the front desk incase anypony needs the Royal Archives. (ooc: anypony can jump in with there past changed character if they want =D)
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