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"Hello!" Jane greeted the woman.
OOC: to my lovely RP buddies~
I will be gone until about 4pm Pacific time and will have a lot of things to do later. I'll try to reply to as many threads when I get back. Like this if you need a reply, want an RP, or you think mun is a derp. :P Sorry all </3
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"Hello. Who are you? I'm Reginald."
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It was a bleak day in the forbidden area of the sea. Ursula was in one of her moods. She had almost done away with Ariel, but she missed her chance. That upset her beyond belief. She sulked over to her cauldron and looks inside it. A potion was needed for the situation. Ursula flips through a spell book, looking for that one specific spell she needed. She began to throw vials into the cauldron.
She throws a vial of Ariel's blood into the cauldron, blood that she collected when Ariel was attacked, soon followed by two rubies, soft lamb's wool, sweet wild grass, and the liver of a mockingbird. Ursula chants old spells as the cauldron boils and bursts with colorful smoke. The brew turns a clear blue and smells of sweet fruit. Ursula grins as she bottle her newly made potion. But someone was watching in her doorway. She turns and sees her sister. "Now what could you want?" Ursula is suspicious of her sister's actions and holds her new potion close to her body, protectively.
Forte let a scowl creep over his face, remembering that he had forgotten to introduce himself upon greeting her. Clearing his throat lightly, he responded with, "Maestro Forte. I am an organist." His eyebrows raised ever so slightly, "And you are?"