~IN THE BEGINNING~The Old Boar’s Inn; MarketroomTime: Third Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDayKresnike/LocienKresnik’s spell weaving would draw the attention of a few individuals around the pair, earning mixed reactions of fear and surprise. However, since the spell’s duration was minimal, the alarmed patrons would go about their business, although a second, wary glance would be cast at the dhampir.
Locien would receive the magical grocery list, nodding once, and patting his new companion on the shoulder before melting into the crowd. Little would Kresnik know that many of his materials were rare in some cases, and expensive in others: demand would be high and less available without connections. Regardless, with the departure of the elven bard, Kresnik’s search for the “black” market would prove to be barren, at least at first. This, more than likely, would be expected by the experienced hunter - after all, why would it be a secret market if everyone knew about it?
Trained eyes would point towards three possible candidates. The first, whom would be a small, hooded
fellow would dart in between the legs of taller patrons and skirt around the every flailing appendages of all attempting to buy or sell something. It would occasionally cast its goggled eyes this way and that, as if trying to find someone. While it would be ever present, attempting to make conversation with the thing, let alone “catch” it would be like attempting to pin down a treasure goblin hyped on cocaine. How Kresnik approached the scurrying… thing would result in one or two consequences…
The second target would be much more subtle humanoid, though none the less shady; finding it, however, would be more of a challenge. In the middle of the market, Kresnik would discover, a pavilion shaped office building. While there would be a small, tight door, it would be padlocked with a series of rune inscribed locks; its windows would be heavily tinted and no signs of life would be inside. Regardless, this possible
merchant would be leaning against said building, a death like smile plastered on its face as it flipped a medallion with a long thumb in a bored manner…
However, the third would be behind a battered (if not shattered) wooden counter, crying loudly out to masses with the voice that belonged to a used car salesman who now had a job as an auctioneer. Granted, this wasn’t the shadiest of characters, but
his sales pitch seemed promising:
“MMMMMMSTEPRIGHTUP, MMSTEHPRIGHTUP, ONLT THE GREATEST, RAREST MATERIALS OF THEM ALL. FANCY AN ODD TRINKET OR MYSTERIOUS BOX?? THENSTEPRIGHTUPRIGHTUPRIGHTUP, THE OMNIVERSE CAN ONLY WAIT SO LONG BEFORE ITS GONEGONEGONE!”
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[Chad/James]The young kitsune smirked at Chad’s retort, but his questions caused the small sign of amusement to disappear, her face resuming its usual displeased frown. She looked as if she were to ask more questions, but before she could, the older kitsune interrupted, “His reasoning is sound, my daughter. Now stop harassing him - he obviously means well, regardless of his… unusual methods. Now—“ The golden prison melted away into warm bath water, the block transforming back into its normal state: the luxurious bathtub, “release my guest and please fetch some fresh herbs.” The young kitsune looked more displeased than usual, her eyes scowling. However, with a small bow at the waist, she took her leave.
“I am Kuroda.” The remaining fox myth continued, smoothing her kimono, “How may I be of service?”
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[Alec]“Ah…”
The plague doctor stopped pacing, or so Alec would realize when there was lack of crunching mud. Although the demigod would not be able to see it, he would feel the cold gaze of death on his back. “There is no price, or nothing that I want from you, Alec. The only thing that you have to offer is your soul… But I see none in you.” A sound of twisted amusement tainted the end of the sentence, “However, you call yourself a god, yes?” A sudden kick to his back would send the injured man sprawling into the frozen mud, a vicious series of caws coming from the gathered carrion that mysteriously appeared in the trees. “Defeat me, and I will let you live. If you do not—“ The tip of the umbrella punctured the sodden ground with a sharp tack, “Then you are doomed.”
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Time: Third Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDay[Nihil]At first, Nihil’s metallic voice would be met with only the whisper of the gentle breeze that blew across the strange plain. However, if Nihil persisted, the witch’s eyes would meet his. The strangeness of her eyes would indeed startle even the self proclaimed god, but again no words would meet his. This silence would continue only until Nihil did one of two things:
Firstly, if Nihil decided that violence was the only response to her insolence, the witch would raise an outstretched hand in a protective stance, her palm attempting to block whatever he swung at her, a quiet, mysterious voice speaking words into existence, “Harmeth me not, mine l’rd, for I am one that can marry aid thou in thy needs and wishes.” If the weapon of choice continued to swing towards her, however, the witch’s body would do something extremely disturbing: it would split in half. All organs, flesh, and bone would tear with a terrible scream, the blow negated by thin air. If the weapon was retracted for a second attack, the dark woman’s body would retract itself, piecing itself back together as she prepared for his next attack…
However, if magic was used, the witch would designate under the magical energy, her body transformed into ash as it was blown away. “Violence will not be needed hither, mine l’rd.” The witch would be two arms’ lengths from behind the Malefane, her practically naked body in plain sight, her tattered cloak wisping over her body as if it were living itself. “If it pleases you, how may I serveth thou?”
But, if Nihil decided that the witch was not as interesting as he had thought and turned to leave, her voice would call out to him, “Power I hold, aye, but of consequence it dost not mattereth.” As smooth as a shadow, she would rise, her cloak swallowing her exposed skin. “Assist, in what manner, mine l’rd? What is thy wisheth and desire?”
++++The Lows; Umbra DistrictTime: Third Hour of MiddleDay[Nieet]The small merchant will giggle with glee as he reeled in the attractive young woman. After all, who would’t? However, the giggling would painfully cease as Nieet’s slap fully connected to merchant’s face, sending him sprawling head over heels (twice) as she screamed her feelings on the matter. “At least I saved you, yes?” It whimpered, gingerly standing up and cowering Nieet’s gaze burned into its soul. This, of course, sent it toppling to its knees, groveling at her feet, “I’M SORRY, SO SO SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T HIM ME AGAIN!”
Sniveling as it looked up, the merchant would continue to speak, tripping over its tongue, “Y-you still w-want the hammer, y-yeah?” While the answer was probably yes, the small creature couldn’t help but ask. If Nieet made her obvious demand, the creature would hurriedly beckon her, “Yesyesyes! Quick, quick, this way!” Running as if his life depended on it, he would sprint a half block before ducking into a door. If Nieet bothered to look up before entering, a broad wooden plaque would plainly state “Old Boar’s Inn Marketroom.”
===The Old Boar’s Inn; MarketroomtTime: Third Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDay[Nieet]The place would be a madhouse. All manner of voice would be speaking, shouting, calling, accompanied with all varieties of hand signals and flailing of limb as merchants and customers squeezed into the impossibly large room. “This way, miss!” A shrill voice called to Nieet, though she would barely be able to hear it. The small creature scurried this way and that until it reached a pavilion shaped office building. While there would be a small, tight door, it would be padlocked with a series of rune inscribed locks; its windows would be heavily tinted and no signs of life would be inside. A small fist would tap on the door, knocking in strange series of knocks. The locks would suddenly spring open as the creature beckoned Nieet. Once inside, the door would close behind them automatically, the locks clicking back into place…
The inside of the small building would be a labyrinth of piles and piles of trinkets, weapons, books, armor, clothes… the things that Nieet would notice would be impossible to take in as the shrill voice called out into the magical warehouse, “Bossman! I got a customer for ye!” A grunt and a clatter of metal would suddenly sound off the left as a
being creeped out of the packrat’s nest. “64! What have I told you about bringing someone in without an invitation?!” The goggled creature cowered, sniveling as it did, “Yeah, Bossman, I thought if I saw a customer, I should bring them in and she really wanted a—“
“I don’t care what you
thought!! I only care what
I WANT.
Sixty-four, now completely cowering flat on the floor, would whimper as a taloned foot punted it against the door, “NOW GET OUT AND FIND MORE CUSTOMERS!” The assistant needed no more encouragement, as it fled the scene with a slam of the door. The six eyed merchant would sigh audibly before turning his attention back to Nieet, “Now — since you’re
here… What’cha looking to buy?”
