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**Fenrir13** · June 4th, 2022, 03:50 PM

It was the early morning of dreary, rainy day in the city of Boradino in the world of Atayu. Rupert, the teacher of a young girl of ten years woke in his bed and slowly moved, nursing a light headache by rubbing his temples. Apparently he hadn´t slept very well but there was still work for him to do in the library as he had to select some books needed for his young charge. He washed his face with water that a servant had placed in a small bowl while he had been absent yesterday and then got dressed. Rupert was a tall men in his late thirties with longish black hair and a big moustache that dominated his scared face. He was handsome in a rugged way, alltough his age began to show and dressed very well with the honary uniform of an army veteran and a stylish cape, both in black with silver trimmings. He also had a long cane he used to overcome an old war injury in his left leg that never properly healed. His eyes were green as the forest or a toxin and he had that stare of a man who had seen a lot of violence in his long years of life. Before going to the library Rupert headed to the kitchen for some berry pancakes and black coffee, his usual breakfast when he heard energetic steps in the hallway. Sighting he moved faster, knowing this was his charge, who likely once again fled from the priestress meant to teach her embroidery. As she was an old woman the task of disciplining the girl usually was his. Usually he took the tough love approach scolding her or bending her over his knee, though he was not an unking man by any means, he just was kinda stern as it was expected in the world of high society.

**BitterChalice** · June 6th, 2022, 01:54 PM

Madeline wasn't looking where she was running, her head turned back towards the room she was running from. The old embroidery teacher was trying to follow her, but she was much faster.

She already normally couldn't stand embroidery, but every time that old hag had to complain about her bearing, her little femininity and stupid things like that.

Who cared about womanhood when the world was in constant danger? Madeline didn't mind finding a husband, she wanted to train to join the church and fight corruption!

In fact, that morning she had already planned to sneak away to train herself. She was trying to find a way to get to the slums and find some former demon hunter to train. In her childish naivety, he would surely accept

So, that morning, Madeline had worn a white shirt, a waistcoat and black velvet trousers, all with a masculine cut.
Her dark hair was pulled back tightly and tucked under a street urchin's cap.

She poked at the old woman with a grin, and she looked away, only to realize that Rupert was down the hall.
She tried to stop, stumbling, her boots sliding dramatically to the floor.

**Fenrir13** · June 6th, 2022, 06:34 PM

Rupert steadied himself as he saw his little charge coming. "Madeline, stop this nonsense at once!", he shouted sternly as she ran right into him, almost stumbling and falling. He held her in his strong arms dropping his cane and then shook her, hoping that would help her regain a grasp on reality, as Madeline clearly could not expect to get away with such a prank!
"What has gotten into you? I have half a mind to smack your bottom. You obviously deserve it.", the grumpy veteran told her, but could not be as stern and harsh with her as he wanted, as he was still tired a little, so his voice had little energy. And yes, Madeline was cute in a way. Thats probably how she got away with stuff sometimes.

**BitterChalice** · June 8th, 2022, 10:35 AM

Madeline let out a small cry as she felt lifted by Rupert's strong arms.
The hat slipped off her, dropping the austere braid in which she had gathered her hair to hide it.
She had tried to cut them once, she hated spending so much time hiding them.
A long punishment had changed her mind
She looked at Rupert with her big hazel eyes as he waved his legs in the air.
"Ah! Please!" she looked at him innocently, trying to soften him. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, I've already taken that lesson three times! I just wanted to go out and play!" she lied to her as the old woman trudged down the hall to join them, leaning shakily on her walking stick. "Miss" she gasped at her breathlessly. "This is the third time you've escaped from the warp lesson!"

**Fenrir13** · June 8th, 2022, 12:59 PM

(Sorry, I don´t understand this expression and I can´t find it anywhere on the web - I just wanted to avoid getting moldy among the laces!)

**BitterChalice** · June 8th, 2022, 02:30 PM

(It might sound like "a state of inertia, such that mold could start growing on her")

**Fenrir13** · June 13th, 2022, 05:00 PM

(And how is that an excuse??)

**BitterChalice** · June 14th, 2022, 10:38 AM

(Well ... yes?
That there are more important things than gathering dust while learning the warp, but forget it, since we weren't understanding each other I changed my answer, no problem ^^)

**Fenrir13** · June 15th, 2022, 02:29 PM

There was no fooling the old veteran, Rupert sensed that Madeline wasn´t telling the whole truth. Probably she had some crazy scheme, maybe she was even trying to run away and escape the strict customs of her "home". Home? Did it even feel like a home to her? Rupert sometimes questioned that himself. But as he never married he hadn´t been able to built an independant life like most former soldiers. "Three times huh? I shouldn´t let you off that easy, but since I am such a generous man...", he groaned and put her back on her feet only with a light smack to her rump before lifting his cane up again.

**BitterChalice** · June 16th, 2022, 12:25 PM

Madeline already feared the worst. She sighed in relief, picking up her hat, but as she stood up was grabbed by the arm by olds woman's hooked fingers.

"Thank you, sir," she said faintly. "Come on brat, we have two hours of warping, and if you haven't finished the embroidery you are working on you will not leave the room until it is finished", probably the woman regretted not being so young as to give Madeline a soundly spanking.

Madeline let herself be carried away for two reasons.
The first was that she didn't want to irritate Rupert, just that day when she got away with little.
The second reason was she had a backup plan.

The embroidery room was full of mannequins, she would put her clothes on one of them and the old half blind woman wouldn't notice her absence for a while.

In the meantime, her friend, Imma, a girl a few years older than her, was waiting under window. A street thief, with some spare clothes.

It was important to go out that day, Imma had heard there was an ex church knight in town. What better time to meet one and ask him how to join the warriors of demons?