Post by Cosimia Gothel on Dec 2, 2016 22:11:06 GMT
Ever since the prom and Cosimia's teleportation escape, Cosimia had distanced herself from the rest of the school. Instead of staying current Cosimia escaped to the woodland path to practice her powers in secret for a number of reasons. Her first attempt at an illusion was quite pitiful, she was barely able to make a button appear, but in the week since, Cosimia had been improving her illusion skills, throwing her developed teleportation power in the back of her mind to deteriorate. So it was no surprise to the trees around to see her back yet again in the evening after classes to practice.
Cosimia had decided to make a nice little door for practice today and so that was exactly what she was working on. The first version of this door was quite small. A dwarf door you could say, so she started with trying to make it bigger. It took around fifteen minutes for her to get the door the right size, and when she was done, Cosimia was tired and impatient. She examined the door again, it was clearly a wood door but something was off about it. Then it hit her. The wood of the door was too perfect. There were no creased to be seen and now that she thought about it she realized that if she hadn't the knowledge that it was a wood door she would've thought it to be an odd colored metal. Frustrated Cosimia covered her mouth with the long sleeves of the red dress she was wearing and let out a muffled scream, needing to get her feelings out.
(OCC: So this takes place at around 4:00. Throw whatever characters you want at her.)
Cosimia had decided to make a nice little door for practice today and so that was exactly what she was working on. The first version of this door was quite small. A dwarf door you could say, so she started with trying to make it bigger. It took around fifteen minutes for her to get the door the right size, and when she was done, Cosimia was tired and impatient. She examined the door again, it was clearly a wood door but something was off about it. Then it hit her. The wood of the door was too perfect. There were no creased to be seen and now that she thought about it she realized that if she hadn't the knowledge that it was a wood door she would've thought it to be an odd colored metal. Frustrated Cosimia covered her mouth with the long sleeves of the red dress she was wearing and let out a muffled scream, needing to get her feelings out.
(OCC: So this takes place at around 4:00. Throw whatever characters you want at her.)
