Where oh where have they gone? [Ean]

It’s a strange sensation for someone who once saw everything to be so limited now by the mere bounds of what magically imbued human child. Missy herself was fond of this world to be honest, but this was merely as a spectator sport for herself betting on lives and the individual mistakes that one human could cause for themselves. Now here she was, a goddess in a child who was liable to make the same mistakes as those that she had been watching from her position as the Mistress of Fortune. “I can’t believe that they really would force me into such a position as low as this. That doesn’t matter now anyway I need to meet with that man who was incarcerated by the last Guild master of sabertooth. This won’t be good, perhaps Erin should stay in charge if his story truly is told the way I heard it.” Strolling forward the the Guild she would blink and look down the hall she knew very little about her own guild hall that included the where about of the specific individual but perhaps this would all work out in the end after all even the most heartless people can fall victim to a little child.

Sauntering through the hall, Missy would reveal the obvious fact that she wasn’t just an ordinary twelve-year old as no child could mimic a grown up just from example. She strolled through the hall before suddenly changing into a skip. Loud giggles now echoing as Erin once again was just the sweet innocent child she entered this world as. You better keep everything about me a secret girl as when you start to blabber I will be taking over and you know how little fun it is to be the one behind the reigns merely watching life continue forward. The girl nodded and ran up knocking on everyone’s doors as she was trying to ask about for this stranger. “Hello I’m looking for someone named Ean have you seen him by any chance?” Her voice carrying an air of innocence as she looked at them with puppy dog eyes. She knocked on what must have been eight doors down this side as her own spirits now began to lower as she was curled up against a wall feeling half depressed that she had failed her job already to Missy, hoping that the goddess wouldn’t be attempting to take over again. The only sign being a soft snoring that was indicating that Miss Fortune fell asleep again.

Ean let out a yawn and tossed and turned in his hammock within the confines of the pantry, hidden away behind stacks of wooden crates and barrels filled with fruit and potatoes. They had apparently paid for way to many pickles. Why did they pay for pickles? Did the guild master have a thing for pickles? This is what happens when you let a child pay for your food. Ean honestly thought it was a miracle the room didn’t smell like a gingerbread man’s rectum after a fart.

The hammock was tied off at the ends of some support beams at the top of the pantry. Really it was a trademark to how high the barrels of pickles went it was really ridiculous how many pickles the obnoxious imp bought. It was really making Ean uncomfortable, the smell of pickles ravaging his nostrils as he tossed and turned to try and get into a position where he wouldn’t have to constantly smell pickle juice and try to sleep at the same time. This tossing and turning caused the hammock to shake and loosen, before the knots holding it up came undone and Ean fell like a stone into the slurry of pickle barrels, shattering and splintering them as Ean was coated in pickle juice and pain. Ean forced himself up, groaning in pain. “Damn that microbitch,” Ean muttered, blaming the guild master for his predicament. None the less, Ean was forced to get up, and he started to stretch out his now very sore body.

The little girl had been wandering a fair amount and was already quite distraught that she couldn't find the man she had been asking for. "Why can't I find him," she frowned as she walked through the halls still lost for words, it was her first day as the guild master and she couldn't even find the dark mage who was a possible problem since he last joined the site. She began to look about thinking to herself, if I was an Ean where would I hide myself to keep away from the guild master. I don't even understand why he wouldn't want to meet with me ... Oh wait did I forget to send him that message that was to inform him that I was going to be looking for him? She sighed and began to skip once again attempting to raise her own spirits. "I'm getting hungry now," she whined like the child she was attempting to contemplate the meal she wants. Instead of merely standing there and determining the meal she wanted to eat she felt that it would be best to head down to the pantry and actually locate the meals herself, perhaps pickles again would be good. She kept that in stock even if nothing else stayed full.

This honestly wasn't what she had planned when she first joined Sabertooth, all of this was on some level appearing as nothing more than labor-some. She sighed as she began to levitate now as her legs were getting sore from having walked so long just a few feet above the ground but enough to make it visible to those watching her that her legs were in fact not moving, this was to cumbersome a job for such a child to take on, she thought about resigning her position to anyone who was responsible but no one had revealed themselves thus far to be of that caliber yet. After all this was Sabertooth and she prided them on being one of the stronger guilds in the land. At that time she had finally floated gracefully to the pantry which she plopped down in front of now opening the door desperately craving pickles now.

The door flung open. He felt a resistance as the door just didn’t reach the wall. It was weird. Ean had thrown the door open with force out of the irritation of being covered with pickle juice. He wasn’t happy and had no reason to be happy. He smelled like vinegar and cucumber and he needed to bathe. Sableheart was hungry to.
Still, a resistance wasn’t exactly something to ignore. If some dipshit fool put crates in the door way they’d cause problems. Ean walked through the doorway and moved the door shut to see what was behind it. What he found was a small child. A small silver haired girl. Her silver hair was practically as long as she was, no, it was definitely longer than she was. She wore a purple one piece dress and stocking socks. Her shoes were plain and there was a golden crown on the ground. “Erin, why are you in the doorway?” Ean asked the girl. She was a guild member and a powerful one at that, a magic prodigy. Her small stature and huge lack of experience gave Ean an easy advantage but at the end of the day her raw power was problematic. At the very least, she was interesting.

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OOC note: If your not going to be gm long term you dun have to be gm in this thread ya know. :p