Probably what happened after this. Something light and brisk after the depressing story of the boss and the Van Helsing. I might not in a writing mood today, so bear with me. Magistrix Anna Karnstein belongs to @White_Queen94! Did I get her hair colour right? See the alternative version made by @White_Queen94here. Story continues here #TwilightRealm#Story#Hunter
But anyway this was hilarious! I love how Alinna is able to mock Anna even via letter :'D And I love how you described her!! Oh, and Albert is just adorable <3 his face in the doll is priceless by the way xD
Well this is embarassing, because I just finished a doll and a story involving Anna, Albert and the letter as well xD I will surely post the doll because it took me a while, but I'm not sure about the story, I described Anna and Albert's relationship being a little...different, let's say.
"She wrote the letter to you, not to me..." "But..." "No but, I am occupied tonight, never gonna miss my dear mentor, the retired Magister Hesselius' personal concert. I'll leave everything to you, Magistrix Karnstein." Anna, "(a series of strong language...better just left blank)" :'D
"Whatever, since you are so eager to defense her, there's letter for you." She shoveled the scroll into her master's stomach. "What..." The Grand Magister scanned through the parchment, "Well then, I'm sure my favourite pupil will handle this well." Anna's eyes shot wide open, "Wait, what??? No you can't leave this mess to me?" "This is no mess, Anna, a practice. As a Magistrix of the Guild, sooner or later you'll take over the duties." He winked mischievously,
Albert lifted his trainees one by one, who excused
themselves with a bow. Anna handed over the Magister a towel. "You're up pretty early today, my dear Magistrix, considering your...unauthorised egression
last night. Seriously Anna, whatever problem you have with that head woman of the Sanctuary, it's not the way you think it is." Albert wiped his face and casually hung the towel over his shoulders. Anna rolled her eyes,
With a swing Albert slung one stick to one of the duos. A spin and a squat, the strike from the other two was dodged. Now, all it take was a slash to disarm the odd party. Four left. Dual wielding sticks, the Magister blocked the attack from both groups at the same time, a sweep, two down. Another flip, the last two was knocked out from behind. Anna approached her mentor, clapping. "Bravo! Grand Magister, though a little showy don't you think?"
"We must learn to fight without sight." He fell into a fighting stance. So did the apprentices. Swift as lightning he took down the first by grabbing his stick and elbowed his face. The remaining five quickly formed a circle, five sticks lashed down as one. The Magister spun his stick and blocked his back. The apprentices were pushed aside by his momentum. Another round, the apprentices spread out into three groups and struck again. The Magister tilted his head, his lips curved into a sly smile.
In no time Anna has descended to the middle court yard, their training ground. She knew exactly where to find 'whom it may concern.' In the far corner of the yard, Grand Magister Albert van Helsing stood facing six of the apprentices, a stick to his hand. "We Hunters face the residents of the night, we venture into places where light may not avail us. We must learn how to turn the advantages of our opponents to ourselves'." Thus he bound a blindfold across his eyes.
