Airship Parsee was less than pleased with the situation, but that was like saying that the sky was blue or that fruitcake tasted awful. She was never really pleased with much of anything, and her current predicament was no different. Certainly, she could look forward to being housed in an academy of magic, which was going to be a lot better than lurking under a bridge in old hell and waiting for some dumb sap to try and cross over her turf. Sure, she didn't feel her powers pulling at her, making her want to share her misery with everyone that she met. But none of that changed anything.
She was still some rotten, forgettable bridge troll of a youkai. She was the lowest totem poll when it came to spiritual creatures and now she didn't even have her powers to protect her, was surrounded by countless other prospective students, all of whom had to be better at what they did than her. She could just crouch in a chair, feeling sorry for herself and glowering at everything that was way above her paygrade.
"Don't know why anyone's bothering," she muttered and glanced at whoever was cursed to get the seat next to her before snorting and looking away, slouching forward and looking generally surly.
Rain, Rain Being soaked to the bone and then freezing as she fled into the entryway with her meager possessions was far more normal for Parsee. She felt intermittent jealousy at those nearby who were wielding magical power. It was hard not to be jealous of people like them. They were like Patchouli or Marisa, all of them better than her. Parsee imagined both women would have loved this place.
At least she looked like she felt, a drowned rat just inside of the doorstep. She grunted and started to dry herself off. "Oh yeah, this place is going to be so different. So wonderful. Feels just like home right now." Bullcrap. It was much nicer and warmer than home. But you couldn't get her to admit that easily.
Thaumaturgy It took absolutely no guesswork to know that mucking up a magical spell was dangerous. She'd only had to hear the bookworm prattle about that off and on whenever she crossed the bridge. It wasn't often, but she'd still picked up that it was hazardous. Why should it be different here? But, Parsee couldn't be fucked to actually pay careful attention to a word he said.
Why? Not because she didn't care, but because she didn't think she'd be any good at this and so why bother to learn? At his direction, she picked up a trainee's wand and waved it in a pattern that looked similar to, but not quite right. "Sense magic," she said in the least committal way possible, right before a puff of magic exploded in her face and she hiccuped.... and hiccuped again. "Oh very *hic* funny. Why shouldn't that *hic* happen?"
Parsee Mizuhashi | Touhou | OTA
Parsee was less than pleased with the situation, but that was like saying that the sky was blue or that fruitcake tasted awful. She was never really pleased with much of anything, and her current predicament was no different. Certainly, she could look forward to being housed in an academy of magic, which was going to be a lot better than lurking under a bridge in old hell and waiting for some dumb sap to try and cross over her turf. Sure, she didn't feel her powers pulling at her, making her want to share her misery with everyone that she met. But none of that changed anything.
She was still some rotten, forgettable bridge troll of a youkai. She was the lowest totem poll when it came to spiritual creatures and now she didn't even have her powers to protect her, was surrounded by countless other prospective students, all of whom had to be better at what they did than her. She could just crouch in a chair, feeling sorry for herself and glowering at everything that was way above her paygrade.
"Don't know why anyone's bothering," she muttered and glanced at whoever was cursed to get the seat next to her before snorting and looking away, slouching forward and looking generally surly.
Rain, Rain
Being soaked to the bone and then freezing as she fled into the entryway with her meager possessions was far more normal for Parsee. She felt intermittent jealousy at those nearby who were wielding magical power. It was hard not to be jealous of people like them. They were like Patchouli or Marisa, all of them better than her. Parsee imagined both women would have loved this place.
At least she looked like she felt, a drowned rat just inside of the doorstep. She grunted and started to dry herself off. "Oh yeah, this place is going to be so different. So wonderful. Feels just like home right now." Bullcrap. It was much nicer and warmer than home. But you couldn't get her to admit that easily.
Thaumaturgy
It took absolutely no guesswork to know that mucking up a magical spell was dangerous. She'd only had to hear the bookworm prattle about that off and on whenever she crossed the bridge. It wasn't often, but she'd still picked up that it was hazardous. Why should it be different here? But, Parsee couldn't be fucked to actually pay careful attention to a word he said.
Why? Not because she didn't care, but because she didn't think she'd be any good at this and so why bother to learn? At his direction, she picked up a trainee's wand and waved it in a pattern that looked similar to, but not quite right. "Sense magic," she said in the least committal way possible, right before a puff of magic exploded in her face and she hiccuped.... and hiccuped again. "Oh very *hic* funny. Why shouldn't that *hic* happen?"