During the night
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Mop slowly made her wounded way to the dress shop of that Kirin chick. She could help her, or atleast she would think she would help her. Though she had shown her ass like a spoiled brat the week prior, but she'd figured she could risk it just the same.
The young girl either broke her way in and waited for some one to show up or she just walked in and collapased to get help. Oh how she hurt, she could just rest here and that what she had done. Out like a light.
Mop has second and third degreee burns on the right side of her body from face to foot. She caught the wrong side of an explosion it looks like. THe other side of her body has been stabbed, and even have some sort of bites on her arms and her neck. It could be fang bites. Her dagger is bloodied and was used so whatever she got in a tangle with she did some damage to it.
Kirin had come into the shop early that morning. "Crikey, Mop!" Gently she hauled Mop into the shop and tended her wounds. "Girl, you always were a handful for your mother." Kirin muttered in Gaelic, it was a language that at least one person in her days as a toddler spoke. Kirin had sung Mop to sleep when she was little and out of habit, did the same as the girl was drifting to sleep. In time, Mop would heal. Kirin couldn't help but wonder just what Miss Mop deSalle had gotten into.
Days pass and Mop was just sleeping, her own healing ablities were working over time trying to keep her alive. However it seemed to be working. The burns turned to scars, they too would heal in time, but Mop herself was weak, and as far Kirin could tell too weak to speak.
Mop wasn't about to explain herself, even if it meant she'd have to finish recouperating out on the street. However Kirin knew she was hiding something. Just a matter of time before the child actually said anything. She was a handful alright, but with no word from Brandy about her missing, she wondered if anyone really knew about her. But one thing was for certain Mop wasn't saying a thing...for now.
Kirin looked after Mop. She knew that magic was not the thing to do around her and was careful to keep herself in check. In time, Mop would recover fully. Kirin would send word to Brandy that her daughter would be staying with her a few days.
Baby Mop is the property of her player.
There are 55 posts remaining to transfer
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Mop slowly made her wounded way to the dress shop of that Kirin chick. She could help her, or atleast she would think she would help her. Though she had shown her ass like a spoiled brat the week prior, but she'd figured she could risk it just the same.
The young girl either broke her way in and waited for some one to show up or she just walked in and collapased to get help. Oh how she hurt, she could just rest here and that what she had done. Out like a light.
Mop has second and third degreee burns on the right side of her body from face to foot. She caught the wrong side of an explosion it looks like. THe other side of her body has been stabbed, and even have some sort of bites on her arms and her neck. It could be fang bites. Her dagger is bloodied and was used so whatever she got in a tangle with she did some damage to it.
Kirin had come into the shop early that morning. "Crikey, Mop!" Gently she hauled Mop into the shop and tended her wounds. "Girl, you always were a handful for your mother." Kirin muttered in Gaelic, it was a language that at least one person in her days as a toddler spoke. Kirin had sung Mop to sleep when she was little and out of habit, did the same as the girl was drifting to sleep. In time, Mop would heal. Kirin couldn't help but wonder just what Miss Mop deSalle had gotten into.
Days pass and Mop was just sleeping, her own healing ablities were working over time trying to keep her alive. However it seemed to be working. The burns turned to scars, they too would heal in time, but Mop herself was weak, and as far Kirin could tell too weak to speak.
Mop wasn't about to explain herself, even if it meant she'd have to finish recouperating out on the street. However Kirin knew she was hiding something. Just a matter of time before the child actually said anything. She was a handful alright, but with no word from Brandy about her missing, she wondered if anyone really knew about her. But one thing was for certain Mop wasn't saying a thing...for now.
Kirin looked after Mop. She knew that magic was not the thing to do around her and was careful to keep herself in check. In time, Mop would recover fully. Kirin would send word to Brandy that her daughter would be staying with her a few days.