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MerMarch because i said so

Types Of Mermaid:
1.Good: Everything said about merfolks is wrong. They are reclusive, but not evil. Especially not this one. Maybe they even saved you. No matter what, they love you, absolutely. And, were you to be honest, it was love at first sight on your end, too. But that doesn't mean you can be together...at least, not easily.
2. Bad: Come, jolly sailor bold. Come into the arms of a mermaid, and you will not regret it. They will hold you, and you cannot resist, even as you're dashed against the rock.
3. Wild: Good and evil cannot be applied to mermaids here, for they are like any other wild creature, more beast than man. Yet the more they're exposed to the kindness of humans or others who live on land, the more fond they grow towards it - and those who show them that kindness.
4. Ignorant: The mermaid's intentions are good, yet he or she doesn't realize what they could do to hurt their land dweller lover.
5. The Mermaid Dilemma: What can be done if someone wants to do more with a mermaid than give them kisses or sweet words? Not much, it seems. At first glance, that is, though who knows what can happen if one puts their mind to it.
6. Not What Was Expected: Beauty is always expected of a mermaid, but what if such a creature looked more like this? Who could care for such a beast? Well, there's still charm there, and with enough personality, appearances can be looked past.

Scenarios:
1 ♢ Little Mermaid
♢ Mer
♢ One of you is a mer person with something you want. The other is a powerful mage who can possibly give it to you. Can an arrangement be made...?

2 ♢ Exploration
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Whatever you are, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. Whether it's a sunken shipwreck on the bottom of the ocean or a mysterious cove hidden away along the cliffside... Venturing with a friend or running into something unexpected... What will you find?

3 ♢ Exchange
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Sometimes, territories are broached, but it's not always a bad thing. Whether you're of entirely different species, or just from different seas, you've met in peaceful circumstances- perhaps as a direct result of those! So it's time for a cultural exchange. Just ignore the fresh water mer.

4 ♢ For Science
♢ Mer and Human
♢ This is a one in a lifetime chance.... for at least one person. Are you on an isolated island? A ship far out to sea? A highly funded aquarium? Or perhaps even a laboratory with more than questionable methods... Either way, you have the chance now to study something rarely seen before. How will it turn out for both of you?

5 ♢ Ariel's Dream
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say it's impossible for a mer to live on dry land... except that's been quietly proven wrong. One of you has taken to living among humans, whether for years or still learning the ropes. As for the other... Are you a concerned friend, checking in on them from the sea? Or are you a landdweller, stumbling onto a great secret?

6 ♢ Sea Life
♢ Mer and Human
♢ While they have the legs for landdwelling, some humans seem to have more saltwater in their veins than blood, and those are the kinds of humans that end up with dealing with the mysteries of the sea the most. A surfer catching waves with shark mer? A pirate bartering with sirens for safe passage? A fisherman working together with those who know fish best? There's all sorts.

7 ♢ Stranded
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, carp. Good job. One way or another, you're stuck where you shouldn't be. Whether that's a human lost in the tides, or a mer trapped against the land, you need help.... So don't be picky with what you do get.

8 ♢ Siren Song
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason people fear the too wide expanse of the sea, or how deep its depths an reach... Strange songs which string through coastal towns and cause disappearances... The sound of something slipping through the water around a ship in the dead of night... Unexplained shapes which flicker outside of deep-sea vessels or submarines or installations. Do you want to know what's out there?

9 ♢ Capture
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason why people fear humans. You don't belong here, being gawked at through thick aquarium glass or trapped in a too-small freakshow tank, but what can you do? Is there anyone who cares for your plight, or are there only people responsible for it?

10 ♢ Chance Encounter
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, this is awkward. You didn't mean to stumble onto a mer just... there, doing whatever, on the beach or by the docks or tangled up in your fishing net, but, well. It's happened. Now what?

11 ♢ Transformation
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ For one reason or another, you want to go where you've never gone before... A mer, venturing on the land either as a rare chance or every day business? Or a human, accepting some sort of trade or just to run away from the life you have now? Either way, it might get messy.... Feel free to mix in with other scenarios.

12 ♢ Fantasy Meets Fantasy
♢ Mer and OTHERS!
♢ Who's to say that humans are the only other creatures in the world? Maybe people living beneath the sea's waves aren't the only strange things. Maybe there are centaurs who travel along coastal roads to watch the night sky along with mer astronomers. Perhaps selkies are just distant cousins. Or who's to say that mer can't be a host of things unto themselves? The ocean's the limit.

13 ♢ Sci-fi
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Some say astronauts are nothing more than sailors venturing off into another unexplored sea, one that's above instead of below. And, befitting those same sailors of older days, they seem to tell tails of strange melodic frequencies coming in over the radio to their ears, and strange comets that look like tails passing them by on a landed planet. Do they not know what's accompanying them in space, or is that what they're actively chasing?

14 ♢ Divinity
♢ Mer and Human
♢ There are stories told of what exactly it is that could be both human and fish... So it's not surprising that, eventually, one would land upon calling them divine entities, either gods of the sea or lakes, or just their messengers. Is that true, or just a very clever, long lasting ruse?

15 ♢ Afterlife
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say mer are just humans, wrongfully forced overboard by superstition or cruelty and welcomed by the sea into something more. Others say that they're the spirits, haunting a particular sea or lake town for a wrongful death. What's the truth? Time to find out.

16 ♢ Peaceful Living
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Not everything has to be a dramatic mess. Sometimes, things just... work out for the best. These are better times, and mer are just another part of life. Water-side towns where everything is built around those that share the waters with them, or huge metropolises with water tubes and sprouts for mer to travel through. How will you imagine this sort of life?

17 ♢ Wildcard
♢ follow your dreams, make up whatever

Mix and Match the two, or pick one! Pick one of my characters to play with!

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"What's soup?" he asked, genuinely curious.

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"Think of it as liquid food. Not flavored water, but..." She tried to think of a better way to describe it, but she'd never explained 'soup' to anyone before. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'll need to buy a cauldron or a pot and bowls before we can ever get any stock or broth."

In Magica's defense, most people knew what soup was already given they usually had had it plenty of times before they became adults.

He nodded his head. "It's a shame some of what's down in the ship graveyard I can't bring up. Too heavy or bulky. There might be something down there that's useful."

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Don't focus on things you can't do. It won't help us. The coins will do plenty."

He nodded his head.

Still, there had to be a way to bring up some of the stuff from the wrecks that didn't have to do with money. He didn't know what a "cauldron" was, but he had seen bowls.

Lunch was finished, but the magesight practice wore her out more than she thought - perhaps because she'd been so stubborn and distracted. The day passed slowly, with chores and cleaning, hunting and cooking, dinner and rest.

Come the morning, the exhaustion from magesight practice really caught up, and she found it difficult to get out of bed. She grumbled, not liking to restrict herself, but she didn't want to push it. "You're going to market today."

Scrooge nodded his head. "All right. What do we need?"

It didn't surprise him that she was a bit worn out. Magic could be exhausting, particularly for beginners.

"More bread... two loaves." Then, she glanced at him, deciding.

"Take all the gold coins from the table. That way... if you see something you like, buy it."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She'd gotten upset with him when he'd bought her the dresses, after all.

If it was food, it'd be harmless. "Yes, it's fine. I doubt you can get into too much trouble."

Bread, more cheese, ooh and butter...

His tail wagged. "Two loaves of bread and whatever else catches my fancy. Are you sure that's all you want?"

"That's all I need." But then she held up two fingers.

"No telling anyone 'what' you are, and no burning people with marks."

"I only burned the one guy because he tried to rob you," Scrooge grumbled. "And if you're not there, there's no reason for me to mark them with a warning."

Still, he nodded his head. Technically he'd never told the tailor he was a selkie. If she'd figured it out on her own, well, that was fine.

"If you hear them saying anything about the 'wretched witch', just ignore it and move on." She crossed her arms, glaring up at him from the bed.

"You have my solemn oath that unless they raise their hands against you, I won't harm them."

"I'll hold you to it. Break it, and no more bread."

Ratface cawed from the window, as if daring him.

"Definitely a good incentive to keep my word."

He swept the coins up and placed them in his pocket.

"I'll be back soon."

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." She sighed, closing her eyes.

With that, he headed out of the house, heading down the path leading to the village. Two loaves of bread, some cheese, and some butter. Oh, it'd all taste like Heaven.

...Okay, so he'd never had butter before, but he imagined it'd taste like heaven! And maybe he could find out what a "cauldron" was...

Without Magica around, the villagers were much more cordial - friendly, even! They were happy to business with him, some of the less scrupulous trying to shove their wares in his face for expensive prices. The baker was pleased to do business with him, offering two fresh loaves right out of the fire.

Midday, a familiar black bird could be seen frantically circling the skies.

It was actually a bit overwhelming. He had come for some simple bread, cheese, and butter but there were all these...things! He managed to get his entire list, but he had been looking through the other wares as well if only to try and be friendly.

However, the cawing of Ratface drew his attention upwards.

"...Something's wrong. I have to go."

Grabbing his purchases, he ran back down the path.

The current shopkeeper was startled, wondering where he was off to in such a hurry.

Ratface, upon seeing Scrooge, began to fly back to the cottage...

... "Oi, keep looking, it has to be here somewhere!"

There were at least four men - Magica wasn't sure. The last kick to her head made her vision dizzy. But she refused to move from her place on the floor, clinging to Scrooge's seal skin - even as they beat her and yelled at her, demanding to know where all the money was. She would not let them hurt the skin, even if it meant her life. The cottage had been turned upside-down, her precious things broken or trodden upon, books all over the floor.

The leader of the bunch grabbed Magica by her hair. "Where is it, witch! We know you've come into money, we've seen you buying in the village! WHERE IS IT ALL!"

She spat at the floor.

One of the goons near the door suddenly began to shift uncomfortably. "Fellas, I'm not feeling so good..."

He looked down at his arm and started to scream as the pain fully registered, the skin hissing and steaming as it burned from within.

The second one also started shrieking as ancient symbols suddenly ignited on the floor. The one holding Magica's hair suddenly dropped her as if she were a hot iron, also starting to scream as his hands started burning.

"Dae ye know how much water there is in a body?"

Scrooge entered the cottage. The man near the door tried to bolt but a barrier created by the symbols kept him and his cohorts inside. His wrapped packages were still outside, and one of his arms was bleeding from a deep cut. Magica's magesight would see dark crimson magic, the sound of an unseen pulse in the air, the sharp tang of copper, the feel of hidden power. His eyes reflected the sea, not the light or the people in the cottage.

He was a child of Lir, and he was furious.

Magica turned her head, head swimming from all the pain. Was that... Scrooge? Was he doing all this? With a grunt, she tried to sit up, one hand on the floor to support her.

"I saved it!" She tried to cry out, relieved. "It's okay, I saved it!" As if that had been the sole thing of importance, as if nothing else mattered, even the blood running down her face.

His features softened for a moment as he looked to her. "Thank ye, lass."

One of the men rushed at Scrooge, but the selkie's face turned furious again. The man then suddenly collapsed as one leg was steaming, the water in his flesh boiling.

"Ye lot were told not tae harm her. That if ye wanted money from her, ye earned it square. She is not just under my protection, but Leucetios's as well. Ye would dare to directly violate the will of a god?"

Magica would see crimson power floating free from the men, flowing towards Scrooge who harnessed it for his own ends. Blood magic in its purest form blended with water magic.

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