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[Matthew]

((???))

[Matthew]

"Where do you think everyone is?"

[Jo]

[0000000, grammar and spelling...!]

[[deleted user]]

" I dont know?, maybe training or something?". Still holding her neclace.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((You're not even trying. Warning 1.))

[Jo]

[What did I just say! Capital letters, puncutualization! And please, no one-liners! You can't go anywhere with vague sentnces!]

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((You also need to edit your character. What a surprise.))

[[deleted user]]

(( why? what is wrong with my character?))

[Matthew]

Olvan suddenly stopped. He turned his head, as if looking for something. He put up his hand, motioning Samantha to be quiet. His face was expressionless, a serous look in his eyes. He silently opened his back, and reached in to grab something.

[[deleted user]]

What are you doing? Sam mouthed. She looked around trying to spot what Olvan saw, but she could not.

[Matthew]

((I don't know what he is doing either...))

He knelt down, searching through his back for something, then he stopped. Olvan had found what he was looking for. He pulled it out, quickly putting the object in his sleeve. Then he stood up.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

0000000 wrote: "(( why? what is wrong with my character?))"

((Stop with the roleplay. Go check. Kat already told you. You need proper sentences and more detail.))

[Matthew]

((pause))

[[deleted user]]

(( Im back))
Sam looked at him curoiusly " what is that?" she asked

[Matthew]

He let out a sigh, then stood up.
"Oh, nothing... I just thought I saw something..."
he replied vaguely
"Want to check out the rest of the camp?" he asked, changing the subject.

[[deleted user]]

Sam laughed a little " sure, where to next?" she said smiling

[Matthew]

((i will write what he saw in his dairy))

"How about we go to the Grotto?" Olvan offered.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Iviana (The Sign Painter) wrote: "0000000 wrote: "(( why? what is wrong with my character?))"

((Stop with the roleplay . Go check. Kat already told you. You need proper sentences and more detail.))"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Iviana (The Sign Painter) wrote: "Iviana (The Sign Painter) wrote: "0000000 wrote: "(( why? what is wrong with my character?))"

((Stop with the roleplay . Go check. Kat already told you. You need proper sentences and more detail.))""

[Matthew]

((pause, 000000, fix it ^.^ ))

[[deleted user]]

(( i put more detail in))

“Ok sounds great" .She started to walk a little in that direction.

[Matthew]

((to the gotto))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((You didnt fix the grammar. ))

[[deleted user]]

(( what are the grammer problems because I fixed it ))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((incomplete sentences, incorrect use of commas and various other punctuation, etc.))

[Annie]

((Can I say that I'm always on my iPod? Just.... Felt like mentioning that.... :3))

[Matthew]

((I am one of the few people in are universe who... doesn't text
I mean i have a phone, but i just don't really use it))

[[deleted user]]

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Vanster wrote: "











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((?)

[[deleted user]]

((what the hell. o.o))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((~confusion~))

[[deleted user]]

((...So I'm gonna try and post again.))

[[deleted user]]

The hot summer sun warmed Isaac's back pleasantly, the breeze toying with his hair and providing a cool alternative to the heat. He sat comfortably in a soft patch of grass. The conditions were perfect, yet he still lacked an idea.

A white canvas stretched in front of him, blank and stark against the green. Next to it was a bucket of pins, each about two inches in length. In a basket beside it were spools of threat, in nearly every colour you could imagine.

Today's project was not going well.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Hello!" chirped Anfisa, who had just left the kitchen and was happily eating a slice of an apple.

She wore a bright smile, and she plopped down beside him. She had her gloves on--an odd counterpart to her t-shirt, but she didn't seem to think so.

"I'm Anfisa. Who are you?"

[[deleted user]]

A child. Isaac turned to Anfisa, neither smiling nor frowning. Contemplative. "Hello." He knew her - she was one of Hecate's girls. "My name's Isaac."

Children had such wonderful imaginations, so pure and open. Maybe Isaac could get an idea or two from the daughter of magic.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Nice to meet you." Her smile faltered when he didn't return the expression.

"What're you drawing?" asked Anfisa. She cocked her head towards the blank canvas. He didn't seem like he was getting anywhere with it.

[[deleted user]]

"Nothing yet, Anfisa," said Isaac, very ruefully. Then he acted as though he'd just had an idea - eyes widening slightly, brows drawn up. "Hmmm. Do you have an idea of what I could draw?"

Honestly, he hoped the child would give him something radical and colourful. Realistically, he couldn't expect that the girl would give him a Bernini.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

She hadn't an idea of something that he might want to draw. So she named the first thing she thought of.

"Maybe you could draw a dandelion?" Anfisa suggested. "I like dandelions."

[[deleted user]]

Dandelions? What was he supposed to do with dandelions? They had virtually no colour variety - just a green stem and yellow top. The grey ones were even less exciting.

But Isaac would not give up. Maybe Anfisa was on to something. "Why do you like dandelions?" he asked curiously.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Well, because when I blow on them, they make pretty patterns in the air," Anfisa explained.

[[deleted user]]

"Would you mind showing me?"

The camp grounds were littered with dandelions. There was a patch not even a foot away from them. Isaac scooted over and stretched to pluck a handful, then offering them to Anfisa.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Okay," she chirped, and then plucked a dandelion from the handful. Anfisa raised the puffy little dandelion to her mouth, faced away from Isaac and his canvas, and blew as hard as she could. Out went the seeds in little clumps, pausing for just a moment, as if waiting for their comrades to join them, before sinking down to the ground.

[[deleted user]]

"Amazing," Isaac breathed, truly astounded by the abnormal way the dandelion's florets moved. It wasn't natural, how they stopped and stood still. Quickly he linked two and two together - Anfisa's magical abilities did this, he guessed.

"Try another one, Anfisa," he urged, holding them out for her to take.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Um. Okay." Anfisa plucked another dandelion from his handful. Again she blew away from his face. This time, however, the little seeds made a loop in the air, and to that, Anfisa's face lit up.

[[deleted user]]

Isaac let out a breath that ended in a triumphant note, an exulted smile now brightening his face. "Yes, Anfisa, yes!"

The idea came into his mind like a beautiful, violent eruption of genius. Isaac reached for the pins, arranging them in a seemingly random way. There was no paint, no pencils, no drawing utensils. Only pins and threads.

"Keep blowing, Anfisa. Maybe you'll come up with some more intricate patterns."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"I don't know..." she began, afraid to disappoint her new-found friend. "I don't really know how to make the seeds do what I want. It just sort of happens."

Anfisa plucked yet another dandelion, a bit tentative this time. And she blew, and the seeds went spiraling upwards.

[[deleted user]]

"That's fine, perfectly fine. In fact, don't think about it. Just have fun and blow the dandelions."

The last one she did was perfect, the fuzzy bits of dandelion floating up and over Anfisa's head. Anfisa - yes, she would be a part of it too.

Isaac grabbed a spool of thread and began to unravel it. It resembled Anfisa's hair, a warm golden brown. He pierced the thread with a pin, guiding it around the other pins and shaping something very much like the girl's hair.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

To that, Anfisa brightened. "Okay!"

She picked a dandelion and repeated her process. This time, however, the dandelion seed marched out in a single file line, then plopped down into the dirt. An eruption of giggles spurred out from the little girl, and she dropped the stem.

[[deleted user]]

While she enjoyed her dandelion-blowing freedom, Isaac, grinning with artistic madness, was carefully threading colours about the canvas. Paint was a good medium, but sometimes it was just too repetitive. Isaac had gotten this idea while fiddling with a stray piece of coloured string.

Now the drawing was starting to take form. Anfisa's face was at the bottom right corner, her smile sweet and rosy, her eyes that deep icy blue. Isaac took care in shaping it with a pencil tip, rounding the edges of her cheeks.

"Simply remarkable," he said to the last one, amazed at how she could use her magic like that.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

An idea delighted Anfisa, and she turned to Isaac, who seemed very happy with his work. But Anfisa still liked her idea too much to leave him be.

"You try, Isaac," she said. "C'mon, it's fun!"

She held up a dandelion for him, a delightful little smile plastered on her face.