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Constance had just ordered when the news went on, she may not watch TV, only because they didn’t exist on her world, but radios did and she could tell by the urgency of the voice that something was up.  Her favorite place wasn't that far from the library, the small walk had helped to clear her head, which was probably the only reason she tuned into the report.

Listening to it she frowned a little getting her drink. She was getting used to the crazy, at least it was keeping her on her toes. Paying for her drink she sipped at it heading out to one of the tables in front of the café, only to yelp jumping back when one of the said tables went airborne. Her wrist tapped her hip, her coffee flying at the table to knock it out of her way.

“Hey! Watch it will you! I actually like my cof-“ She ducked the chair glancing back to see the other patrons who had been outside were now getting inside. “Fee,” She finished flicking her whip of coffee to knock back another chair to buy some people time. Oh this is gonna suck isn’t it.
championofthesun: (Serious)
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I hope that by now everyone has had their proper belongings returned to them. The next time that accursed Monkey King shows his face, I will put him to the sword.

That being said, I have a more important reason for making this broadcast, but first, let me introduce myself. And before you say it, no, I am not King Arthur. My name is Gawain, and I was once a Knight of the Round Table. You may perhaps know me also as the White Knight or...

[Gawain takes a deep breath and clenches his teeth. Clearly he's not terribly fond of this next title.]

...the Ladies' Knight.

But now, on to business. I am looking for someone. She is a young girl, a little above 150 centimeters in height. She has golden hair, green eyes, and her hair tied back with a blue ribbon. She also typically wears a blue dress adorned with armor on the chest and skirt, and gauntlets on her arms and metal boots on her feet. She is a relative of mine, and recently I've lost contact with her. It is imperative that I find her.

I thank you for your time.
alchemic_waves: (Dancing in the rain)
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In the library district there's now a water spout with the dark haired Constance standing on the water reaching up to get the bracer she usually wears on her arm. Snagging it from the top of a lamp post she jumps down frowning, after all wet leather? Though seems she has several other items that were gracing the lights as well. How she did it without electrocuting herself's not exactly a trade secret.

Stuffing her bracer in her pocket she searched the rest of the plaza. There might be mumbling along the lines of drowning a monkey if she gets her hands on him. She walks over to a bench where she has a lot of the items she's collected already, hopping to find their owners.

She may be overdoing it a little with the water works though, the whole plaza's soaked.
alchemic_waves: (Shock)
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Normally weird smells didn't wake Constance up, but this time... Yeah the Alchemist was now getting out of her apartment standing on the lawn coughing. Her wrist guard missing, though she had managed to pull her long coat over her nightgown at least.

Tapping her wrist to her hip she drew a small bit of clean water to her she used it to clean off a patch on her jacket to breathe through.

"Okay seriously whomever pulled this joke off show yourself!" Grumpy Alchemist is grumpy!
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[While most alchemists she knew, if placed in her position would be headed for the book stacks, Constance Airie had something else in mind. She was glancing at her PDA a moment, long enough to get her bearings on the map she had found of the Library District, navigating her way, asking some of the locals a few times where the best place to get coffee would be.

That led her to the small café, about three blocks from her apartment, where she was currently getting a seat towards the back of the room, placing her back to the wall, out of habit if nothing more. There were two reasons she chose a café, first being it was close to the apartments, which meant others in her position would probably go there; and the other reason being cafes were just as good as a bar to overhear information in. And usually in a café she didn’t have to worry about the clientele trying to paw at her.

The drink she ordered was a mocha, which seemed to be coffee, and hot chocolate rolled into one. Sipping at it she found that the smooth taste was enjoyable. Pulling out the PDA again she smiled at a few of the patrons who were casting a worried glance her direction before she slid out of her coat draping it in the corner chair before trying to figure out where to explore the rest of the day. The books, as tempting as they were, could wait a little longer at least. She wanted to get the feel of the area before she got lost in the stacks.]


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