Tuujaimaa

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

"Koilembolon of Tasalkonic, He Who Fled... I've been expecting you. Please, do step in." the voice echoed back, the sound escaping the Gorgon's mouth echoing the surprise that most mortals felt upon hearing Koil - for a creature so supposedly monstrous, Dormeria's voice was like satin - rich, sensuous, and encompassing. That was without the added effects of magic. Still, she saw no need to begin a battle of sorcery.

Assuming that Koil reacted like anybody would when they first spoke to an oracle that they did not know was such, the room around them would echo the silence that no doubt would be beginning to creep into his mind (unless of course he had interacted with seers in the past, but the chances of that seemed slim) - the fae scattered across the room would stop moving and stare down directly at the intruder. Occurrences like this were fairly commonplace for Dormeria, and while by a mortal's lifespan they may have seemed far and few between, Dormeria's unnatural life had continued for a sufficient span of time that she found them considerably more frequent. Still, the situation was not one that could be read in the pool alone, and even with her foresight she could not see beyond the glimpses into Koil's arrival and mere fragments of his past. The playing field could certainly be considered uneven, but for Koil, that seemed to have been commonplace in the past.

"I feel like I owe you my name, given that I have you at a disadvantage. I am Dormeria, the Sage of Stone, and I provide alchemical services for the many inhabitants of Tiaquin... I have also been known to prophesy in my spare time - why I know your name and title. Would you like to sit and be civilised, or will we be resorting to petty combat after all? I doubt that would go well for you." She added, laughing a little to herself. The laugh was dry, almost as dry as the city she lived in, and the sound would perhaps be a little jarring to her unexpected guest. Such things were to be expected from a race that lived primarily underwater. Even so - while his arrival was not entirely unexpected, it was not something she had meticulously planned for. The situation at hand would require tact and perhaps a little persuasion to deal with, but from her initial impressions Koil did not seem to be unreasonable. It was very possible that a deal could be struck...

Or perhaps there would be new additions to her collection. It was difficult to tell these sort of things, even with divine providence by one's side.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

I thought drugs included Faeries :c But in any case:

AND THE FAERIE.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

We should all meet up and have a party! That sounds like a good idea.

We'll bring the drugs.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

That would be an interesting interaction! I think she still has the edge though, just because she's on home turf and you're on enemy territory, haha.

That said, there really are a lot of ways it could pan out. :D

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

If you have business with the Gorgon I'm fine to RP with you, haha c:

That'll also provide a nice opening for Tatsua too.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

The same dream that had plagued Shira for days now was what caused her to bolt upright from slumber immediately, and cold sweat poured down her brow as she struggled to regain control of her breathing. She'd heard of what happened to Kirugetsu and his squad members during the night - Bujin had woken her to inform her of the damage dealt and the plans that the village had for her, noting that she had missed a scroll from Kami-sensei. It was odd to think that missing that message could have saved her life, but not odd in the way that most people would've found it. Shira's self-defeatist wishes made her almost regret passing up an opportunity to end it all and die in combat, but she knew that the death she'd have gotten at Hayato's hands was not one worthy of the Hataga. Even so, the desires bubbled up inside her like an overflowing cauldron, and she could not bring herself to sleep again. She didn't want to face the dream again.

It was fairly standard routine to get up, washed, dressed, and to train - but she also had new orders, according to a letter she found addressed to her in the front room of the Hataga compound. She had been reassigned already with two new shinobi - she recognised the names in so far as having seen them written before - and she was to be tutored by Iroh, the Seismic Sage. She'd seen the impressive stand he and his counterpart had made firsthand in the war, and she immediately knew that he was not the teacher for her. One whose purpose to survive conflicted somewhat with her internal goals, but she was also excited to be trained by someone famous - especially one who had served. The honour was great, and it was not something she'd squander.

Shira set out for the training grounds, preferring to begin her daily routine there. It would save her time and effort, and a training ground was certainly the right place to begin one's morning training. She stayed fairly far back, retreating to the shade beneath the trees to help hone her tentative control over the Throes of War that her bloodline had given her. Darkness was a good way to test her gut instincts and help better develop her ability to use the kekkei genkai. After two hours exactly, it was time for Shira to meet her new sensei and her new teammates - she'd barely got chance to talk to Namine the other day, and she hadn't had nearly enough time to grow attached to Kami (though she made a mental note to visit her in the hospital to give her flowers). She felt what could only be described as a numb consternation at the thought of meeting new teammates, though the excitement confused her a little - she had no reason to be particularly fond of meeting them, but Kami's enthusiasm may have rubbed off on her just a little.

It was with heavy determination that she emerged from the woods to see Ageha, Isao, and Iroh at the training grounds, with the former two having struck up the beginnings of a conversation. Shira elected not to join in until she was spoken to, standing to attention before Iroh as a sign of respect for her new Sensei.

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

Love potions!

You know, the kind of love you clean up with a mop and bucket.

Besides, she wouldn't be evil if she was doing /nice/ things, would she? :D

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

I wrote up a little intro for Dormeria so people can get an idea of the reasons why you might go to her. :3

I'm happy to RP with anyone who comes to pay her a visit. :D

Against the gods, Against the world! Open-World Fantasy Adventure

The smoke-filled lair of Dormeria was metaphorically ablaze with activity - fairies of all shapes and sizes whizzed around the musty air, occasionally stopping to admire one of the crystalline statues that populated the walls, and stopping to pick up pouches of decidedly questionable substances before whizzing off through the veiled entrance. Meanwhile, the unmistakable form of the resident Gorgon peered over a stone cauldron, mixing sweet-smelling liquids and flowers and herbs together into what would be a potent concoction. The recipient of the brew was stood a few paces away from Dormeria, sure not to gaze upon her face, idly fidgeting with the coinpurse that he held - obviously frightened that one or more of the fairies would take it from him before he could offer payment to the alchemist working her magic.

"To fall in love, or to fall in lust?" came the sultry-sounding voice, calling from the cauldron and turning her head to face the young man. He quickly averted his gaze in a panic, not wanting to even chance looking into Dormeria's eyes, before stammering out a "... lust, please..." and blushing fiercely, matching the shade of the ruby statuette beside him.

"Hmm... Yes, I know what you seek. He's very pretty, but his persuasions are... A little different to your own. I understand. Do you want him to remember?"

"... Can you make him like it?"

"There are few things I cannot do, little one... The question is - how will you pay? My prices are steep for services so potent as what you desire, and I do not always accept mere gold."

His blush reddened even further and his breathing intensified. What if he couldn't pay her with the money he had? What if she didn't want gold? He couldn't afford any more than he had, and if he failed to pay... His life in Tiaquin would be ruined, he'd never st-

"But I can make you an offer, little Niall. I want you to take my potion and enjoy the night it will give you - and after you and he are both spent and lying on whatever surface you choose to defile, you will take a single lock of his hair and bring it to me... And then you will find a stranger in the streets - one who is enjoying Tiaquin's vibrant night life - and bring him to me. I desire another statuette for my collection." She almost taunted, interrupting his little panic with a small flask carved out of diamond that looked exactly like a rose. It was more valuable than anything the boy could ever have offered her, but Dormeria's motives were unknowable - why she would help the young lad at cost to her was a mystery to all but the gorgon herself.

"... Okay... But w-"

"Shh... Take it and put these concerns to the side while you enjoy your night. Our business can be concluded after you have used my potion."

And with that, the young boy left the hazy room. Dormeria's next customer could be just as lucky, or perhaps it was unlucky? She could never remember how her little bargains ended up for parties that were not her.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

I'm still waiting on news of whether or not I'm actually in your squad because people keep cropping up implying they want a place and not getting back to me about it. xD

You can post again talking with Isao, though.