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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2023 11:04:33 GMT -5
Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind
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roleplay by Junospower & @toothlesshasteeth
P L O T .
A witch from the 1600s ends up using the wrong
spell for her latest creation and ends up in a coma
of sorts. Before she knows it she is in the 21st century.
But luckily for her, somehow her body is just astral projecting.
But what happens when she comes in contact with the only
person who can see her? Can he help her get back home or will
love get in the way?
C A S T .
Henry Brooks - - - - - - > junospower
Astrea Greystone - - - - - - > toothlesshasteeth
Wreck my plans , that's my man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2023 11:04:52 GMT -5
The 1600s was a great time to be living in. Well, you would think that if you were born of the male gender or weren't a witch. Like a young miss Astrea Greystone. The black sheep of her community. Sure, she did know, well, knew, a few other girls and women who were labeled as "witches" but the platinum blonde girl felt she was honestly the only true witch in her little town. Astrea made sure when she did find out she was a true witch had ventured out to live in the woods. Deep in the woods so that the others couldn't find her. The girl really didn't feel like dying anytime soon in her young life. It was nice, living in her small cottage that had vines and flora growing all over and around it. Inside was even more, dare i say, beautiful. The inside of her cottage honestly looked like any witch or warlock's dream. Inside her cottage, Astrea found she liked to keep it as tidy as she could. Mostly because potions sometimes did become dangerous. The witch had in the past gotten smoke blown in her face from an accidental wrong ingredient thrown into her current brew. Luckily, the girl had gotten better overtime to not mix spells. Or so she thought.
One murky night, Astrea was fixing herself a potion of sorts. Invisibility, if one wanted to be informed. As she looked at her spell book, standing near her boiling cauldron , she hadn't realized as she reached over a batch of plants with her nicely manicured hand, she had grabbed the wrong plant. And thus doing so, caused the cauldron to emit this dark thick green fog. Astrea of course ends up coughing as her lungs fill up with the strange odor, fanning at her face to try and help with the coughing. Then it all went black.
Astrea soon finds herself awake but awake where as she looks around at this unusual surrounding. This place she was now currently at didn't look like her quaint little home whatsoever.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 12:31:30 GMT -5
Normally Henry loved the rain, but it was just a miserable day for a miserable day at work. The day just went wrong from the beginning. Almost woke up late, forgot his umbrella, almost missed the bus because of course his car was still in the shop, a terrible start. Work wasn’t any better. Henry worked at the bank. It wasn’t what he wanted to do with his life, but when they’re hiring and you have no idea where your life is going, you take what you can get. And at twenty-five years of age, it’s not a bad job. Still, maybe due to the weather, but the customers and clients he had to deal with were particularly ornery. At least it was Friday…
When quitting time came, Henry was all too quick to leave. He managed to catch the bus in time and prepared for the walk home once it reached it’s stop. He was soaked, cold, and exhausted. There was nothing he wanted more than to change out of his work clothes and relax. So when he unlocked the door to his small apartment, the last thing he expected to see a strange woman in the middle of his living room.
“Jesus!” Henry shouted, jumping back and hitting the wall behind him in fright.
(You’re good Tooth, it was a fun read)
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