While other, rather more intelligent people chose to use alarm clocks and beepers to rouse them from sleep, she had simply left her cellphone on silent vibrate, and tucked it under her chin. As such, the resultant shock at being discourteously awakened was enough to propel her off her bed.
Trying not to make any more noise than had already been made, she groped around the makeshift bedside table for her glasses.
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Hi. I'm not sure if you've seen me around before, but I generally wander here and there when I don't have anything better to do. I suppose you could call me a tourist, except that I actually live here.
I'm Carmina Enzeru, and before you ask, I don't know what my ancestry is. I've never been able to get a straight answer out of my parents, but it isn't really that important, I think.
-
The apartment wasn't fancy, but it would do. She had paid the shifty-looking landlord three months' rent in advance, utilities included. It would have been considered too good to be true, if she hadn't already known that the building was more or less falling apart.
Still, it would tide her over until the city officials processed her paperwork. Bureaucracy was a strange, strange thing.
-
I'm twenty-three, my blood type is A+, and my star sign is Libra. I've been told that this suited me for something or other, but I never got the chance to find out exactly what. The man who told me all this kind of drifted out of touch a few years back.
I wonder where he is now.
-
Paragon City didn't usually see much by way of seasons, apart from the very occasional flurry. Still, the air was nippy enough that she was glad for her jacket, a present from her mother. She wasn't sure what the material was made of, but it had turned out to be well-nigh indestructible, a fact which was very useful as circumstances turned out.
Other than that useful yet bizarre piece of non-fashion, she never left home without the long wrapped bundle slung on her shoulder. The faint buzz of contentment was an oddly soothing sensation in her mind.
-
The last I heard from him, he had sent me a package postmarked several months late, and rerouted through more or less the entire world. From what I could see, the package had originated in Moscow, although that didn't prove a whole lot.
Inside the package was a sword. A katana, and not any normal katana at that. It was alive, it was sentient... actually, I'm not sure about that last bit, but it certainly knew about stuff. Even if it's not very smart.
The package also included a letter that told me to seek my fortune in Paragon City, United States of America.
-
Trouble began almost right after she stepped out of the door.
A group of Hellions were waiting for her a few yards from the apartment building. They radiated a sense of purpose, a sense of menace, and no sense of smell.
The leader flicked his switchblade open and close a few times. "You know what I want, so hand it over."
She blinked, and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Uh, it's not really worth it, really. I've only got five dollars on me right now..."
The other two punks sauntered over, while the leader waved the switchblade menacingly. "You holding out on us?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
-
Sometimes, I wonder if he had overestimated my own innate talents. But he put the job in front of me, and I've got to do it. I had to give the sword a name, and so I called it Fred. I'm not sure if he would have liked that, but he's not here to comment, anyway.
Mum and Dad gave each other The Look when I told them about it, the same Look they always had when they seemed to know something I didn't. But Dad pulled quite a few strings to get me tickets and a special dispensation for Fred, and Mum helped me pack. Actually, since my idea of a balanced wardrobe consisted mainly of "clothes, clean", she had to buy most of it.
My friends told me that I should get some clothes that don't look so, well, motherly, but I'd rather trust my parents' fashion sense than my utter lack of one.
And so I found myself in Paragon City, after far more time than I wanted stuck at Immigration.
-
The Hellion who had snatched away her wallet snarled in disgust. "She's telling the truth, boss."
"Feh." The Hellion leader spat on the ground. "Guess we'll have to look for another mark, boys."
She coughed. "Um, you're going to be robbing someone else?"
"I didn't tell you to talk," the Hellion growled.
"Sorry, sorry, but... are you?"
"Got a problem with that?" another Hellion demanded.
She backed away quickly, putting some distance between herself and the punks. She unslung the bundle, and extracted her sword. "Actually, I do." She gave them a bright smile. "Sorry about this."
-
Fred is a magical sword. Now, I've managed to do a bit of magic myself, mostly little things that everyone should be able to do, but Fred's some sort of Artifact Weapon, to borrow a term. Fred (my old teacher) gave it to me, and so Fred (the sword) is about as loyal to me as a puppy. Acts like it, too.
I don't know why I have Fred the sword, or why I have to be in Paragon City, but I do want to find Fred the teacher and find out. And in the meantime, I'll try to do as much good as I can, just because.
I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do.
-
She picked up the five dollars that the Hellions had taken from her, and sheathed her sword. "Good job," she told it. "They're still alive, and probably with nothing but flesh wounds. See, you can do it."
A tickle in the back of her brain that she translated into a purr, or whatever it was magical swords did when happy.
She dug in her pocket for her cellphone, and quickdialled a number. "Hello, police? Uh, yeah, I'd like to report three arrests and request assistance in bringing them in..."
It was only her second week here, too. Not even jet lag stood a chance.
She shivered slightly, as a particularly cold breeze whipped through the air. Perhaps another layer of clothing would be in order.
"Frederick Sung," she muttered, "where in Paragon are you?"
-
So here I am, killing time and doing the best I can. It's not much of a life, and I still need to find a steady job, but at least it's better than nothing. I'm not sure I want to keep doing what I'm doing, which is why I haven't thought up of a fancy name for myself yet. Maybe I'll find Frederick five minutes later, maybe I'll never find him. I don't know.
But until then, I'll just live one day at a time, and never mind what tomorrow brings. That's all anyone can ask for, really.
My name is Carmina Enzeru, and I'm a superhero in Paragon City.
Current main:
Schrodinger's Gun, Dual Pistols/Mental Blaster, Virtue
Avatar: Becky Miyamoto from Pani Poni Dash. Roulette roulette~
While other, rather more intelligent people chose to use alarm clocks and beepers to rouse them from sleep, she had simply left her cellphone on silent vibrate, and tucked it under her chin. As such, the resultant shock at being discourteously awakened was enough to propel her off her bed.
Trying not to make any more noise than had already been made, she groped around the makeshift bedside table for her glasses.
-
Hi. I'm not sure if you've seen me around before, but I generally wander here and there when I don't have anything better to do. I suppose you could call me a tourist, except that I actually live here.
I'm Carmina Enzeru, and before you ask, I don't know what my ancestry is. I've never been able to get a straight answer out of my parents, but it isn't really that important, I think.
-
The apartment wasn't fancy, but it would do. She had paid the shifty-looking landlord three months' rent in advance, utilities included. It would have been considered too good to be true, if she hadn't already known that the building was more or less falling apart.
Still, it would tide her over until the city officials processed her paperwork. Bureaucracy was a strange, strange thing.
-
I'm twenty-three, my blood type is A+, and my star sign is Libra. I've been told that this suited me for something or other, but I never got the chance to find out exactly what. The man who told me all this kind of drifted out of touch a few years back.
I wonder where he is now.
-
Paragon City didn't usually see much by way of seasons, apart from the very occasional flurry. Still, the air was nippy enough that she was glad for her jacket, a present from her mother. She wasn't sure what the material was made of, but it had turned out to be well-nigh indestructible, a fact which was very useful as circumstances turned out.
Other than that useful yet bizarre piece of non-fashion, she never left home without the long wrapped bundle slung on her shoulder. The faint buzz of contentment was an oddly soothing sensation in her mind.
-
The last I heard from him, he had sent me a package postmarked several months late, and rerouted through more or less the entire world. From what I could see, the package had originated in Moscow, although that didn't prove a whole lot.
Inside the package was a sword. A katana, and not any normal katana at that. It was alive, it was sentient... actually, I'm not sure about that last bit, but it certainly knew about stuff. Even if it's not very smart.
The package also included a letter that told me to seek my fortune in Paragon City, United States of America.
-
Trouble began almost right after she stepped out of the door.
A group of Hellions were waiting for her a few yards from the apartment building. They radiated a sense of purpose, a sense of menace, and no sense of smell.
The leader flicked his switchblade open and close a few times. "You know what I want, so hand it over."
She blinked, and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Uh, it's not really worth it, really. I've only got five dollars on me right now..."
The other two punks sauntered over, while the leader waved the switchblade menacingly. "You holding out on us?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
-
Sometimes, I wonder if he had overestimated my own innate talents. But he put the job in front of me, and I've got to do it. I had to give the sword a name, and so I called it Fred. I'm not sure if he would have liked that, but he's not here to comment, anyway.
Mum and Dad gave each other The Look when I told them about it, the same Look they always had when they seemed to know something I didn't. But Dad pulled quite a few strings to get me tickets and a special dispensation for Fred, and Mum helped me pack. Actually, since my idea of a balanced wardrobe consisted mainly of "clothes, clean", she had to buy most of it.
My friends told me that I should get some clothes that don't look so, well, motherly, but I'd rather trust my parents' fashion sense than my utter lack of one.
And so I found myself in Paragon City, after far more time than I wanted stuck at Immigration.
-
The Hellion who had snatched away her wallet snarled in disgust. "She's telling the truth, boss."
"Feh." The Hellion leader spat on the ground. "Guess we'll have to look for another mark, boys."
She coughed. "Um, you're going to be robbing someone else?"
"I didn't tell you to talk," the Hellion growled.
"Sorry, sorry, but... are you?"
"Got a problem with that?" another Hellion demanded.
She backed away quickly, putting some distance between herself and the punks. She unslung the bundle, and extracted her sword. "Actually, I do." She gave them a bright smile. "Sorry about this."
-
Fred is a magical sword. Now, I've managed to do a bit of magic myself, mostly little things that everyone should be able to do, but Fred's some sort of Artifact Weapon, to borrow a term. Fred (my old teacher) gave it to me, and so Fred (the sword) is about as loyal to me as a puppy. Acts like it, too.
I don't know why I have Fred the sword, or why I have to be in Paragon City, but I do want to find Fred the teacher and find out. And in the meantime, I'll try to do as much good as I can, just because.
I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do.
-
She picked up the five dollars that the Hellions had taken from her, and sheathed her sword. "Good job," she told it. "They're still alive, and probably with nothing but flesh wounds. See, you can do it."
A tickle in the back of her brain that she translated into a purr, or whatever it was magical swords did when happy.
She dug in her pocket for her cellphone, and quickdialled a number. "Hello, police? Uh, yeah, I'd like to report three arrests and request assistance in bringing them in..."
It was only her second week here, too. Not even jet lag stood a chance.
She shivered slightly, as a particularly cold breeze whipped through the air. Perhaps another layer of clothing would be in order.
"Frederick Sung," she muttered, "where in Paragon are you?"
-
So here I am, killing time and doing the best I can. It's not much of a life, and I still need to find a steady job, but at least it's better than nothing. I'm not sure I want to keep doing what I'm doing, which is why I haven't thought up of a fancy name for myself yet. Maybe I'll find Frederick five minutes later, maybe I'll never find him. I don't know.
But until then, I'll just live one day at a time, and never mind what tomorrow brings. That's all anyone can ask for, really.
My name is Carmina Enzeru, and I'm a superhero in Paragon City.
Current main:
Schrodinger's Gun, Dual Pistols/Mental Blaster, Virtue
Avatar: Becky Miyamoto from Pani Poni Dash. Roulette roulette~