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PouchFlyers were everywhere. Tonight was suppose to be the biggest play of the century, or at least that was what the flyer promised. Tempris had seen things like this before. Everything was the greatest or best or whatever word they wanted to use to lie to the public. Such lies, such sin, maybe she should make them repent... maybe she should just. The girl found herself frozen in place. Her thoughts roared through her head. She was stuck, ever sorting through so many emotions until she felt a woman grab her shoulder.
Her name was Alice Nightingale, the star of this show and she was in trouble. Her stage hand was sick and she needed someone to help everything go smoothly. She was going to pay well. So Tempris decided to humor her, if only to see where this was going. It was not a very hard job or at least the woman tried to explain that as Tempris entered the theater. There, the woman described how to use the lacrima for the lights and how to roll the curtains. Had it not been for Tempris's strength, the curtain part would have been a little difficult but lucky for her, she was strong.
Her name was Alice Nightingale, the star of this show and she was in trouble. Her stage hand was sick and she needed someone to help everything go smoothly. She was going to pay well. So Tempris decided to humor her, if only to see where this was going. It was not a very hard job or at least the woman tried to explain that as Tempris entered the theater. There, the woman described how to use the lacrima for the lights and how to roll the curtains. Had it not been for Tempris's strength, the curtain part would have been a little difficult but lucky for her, she was strong.
