Who: Rinoa Heartilly and OPEN What: Hopefully reporting for a job Where: At Hunter Niall's magick shop When: Early morning when it opens Rating/Status: PG and in progress
Rinoa realized two things shortly after she'd woken up in this place.
One, her magick worked.
Two, it didn't do a damn lot of good if she couldn't find a way to replenish it.
Usually, all over Spira crept creatures with innate magick she could draw from. Obviously, they weren't likely to be in a city this big, with so much technology. Even then, she'd kept her eyes open, for a few powerful machines could prove to be wells of magick. Nothing so far.
She'd tried once to draw from the creatures who looked like humans, only with fangs and misshappen heads. Nothing had happened, and in her hesitation, it was upon her. Luckily, Angelo made short work of the monster, and she only sustained a few small wounds. A precious application of a heal magick took care of it, but she vowed not to waste any more of her stored power. Her blaster edge took off their heads and turned them to dust, so it was more than enough to protect her.
Of course, it didn't get her food, and she was famished.
At the library, on the communicators (which the library called computahs?), the one named Hunter Niall offered her a job. She knew what that meant...coin to spend if she worked hard enough. And Rinoa certainly wasn't afraid of work, despite what Squall and the others said about her priviledged upbringing. They just didn't know her. And they weren't here now, she thought glumly, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited outside the shop. No one she knew had replied to her queries on the computah.
She expected a bell when she opened the door and slid into the cool interior; wondering why she hadn't heard one, she looked overhead curiously. And that meant she wasn't watching at all where she was going.