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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 1:36 pm
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 4:03 pm
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xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
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The brunette nodded at the monkey king's words about the sea and its dangers. "It can be depressing at times, sure, but there may be some hidden treasures worth discovering. Not planning to steal any of them, though." She hadn't seen what's within the depths of the oceans surrounding Soleil City. Heck, she didn't even have a chance to check out the island with the rumored place to dictate whether two people were destined to be soulmates. Lots of mysteries here and there, but she would have all the time in the world and she would rather take it slow. When Yang finished the poem, the words took sense. Many people had died in the attempt, but mainly it was due to carelessness. Though even with the preparations, there was no guarantee of success. It may not hurt to try just once, though, more so when it was her first time.
"Well, how much is that potion anyway?" In case she may not like the test run, she would never ever dabble in such sorcery again. The price was one main factor in that aspect.
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Pezzle's PotionsStatus: SingleMood: curiousCompany: YangMoney: $168.50 (Wallet) ; $1050.00 (Bank Account)OOC: |
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 4:15 pm
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 10:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 7:19 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Another day off and another day spent thinking of a certain raven-haired fox. Sahar would have spent all day cooped up in his house trying to keep himself distracted if he hadn't found an interesting place to visit. He had been looking at a map of the city online in an attempt to familiarize himself with the streets, hoping to keep himself from getting lost again in the future, when he came across the curious little shop he hadn't noticed before. He couldn't find much about it on the internet, but it claimed to be a potion shop. What fun! He hadn't imagined there would be such a place in town!
The djinn's mind was finally preoccupied and he wasted no time before heading out to see just what kind of shop this Pezzle's Potions was. Having grown up with a wizard, Sahar was accustomed to the magical arts. He had watched his adoptive father make potions and even knew how to make a few simple ones himself; more importantly, he knew that most of the time plants were used in their creations. Given the fact that the flora in Soleil differed from his hometown, they were bound to use different ingredients for their potions. They must have some interesting mixtures and maybe even a few he knew of with a twist. Just thinking about the possibilities was exciting!
The shop itself seemed rather normal, well, normal for a potion shop. The shelves were lined with vials filled with different colored liquids and there were even a few books littered around what he could only assume was the checkout desk. What wasn't normal, was a shopkeeper. The cloaked person was rather...odd. However, Sahar didn't let his appearance dimish his mood as he began to scan the shelves. It took less than a minute for his excitement to turn to unease. These potions were...well, they were outright sketchy. Who went around selling these kinds of potions in broad daylight? More importantly, who let this shop stay open!?
This place left a bad taste in his mouth, reminding him far too much of the new years debacle. Perhaps coming here was a bad idea...Then again, there was no telling if the potions were legitimate. They could just be colored water or simple herbs mixed together. It couldn't hurt to buy one to test out...
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>>>>> I have: $836.75 // I love: no one (maybe a certain fox...) // I am: skeptical. <<<<<
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:19 am
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Emmanuel Jakob Eaton
N i c k n a m e :... M A N N Y
S t a t u s :... S I N G L E
H o u s i n g:... E T O I L E... 1 1 1 7
I D :... [ X ]
"I'm weak..."
Manny trekked listless around the streets of the Cerise shopping district, his mind pacing through all possible scenarios related to his date on Friday. What if his new job called him and told him he had to go in? They just notified him today that the job was his, so he doubted that would happen, but one never knows in the restaurant business. What if he stayed up too late and slept through the date? Manny would go home and sleep straight away, but if he went to sleep too early, he’d wake up at 3am and be too tired during the date. If he didn’t distract himself from every conceivable way tomorrow could go wrong, he was going to explode.
With a sigh, he drew his gaze from the sidewalk to the marquees above him. Pezzle’s potions? His eyes scrolled downward to the storefront. Yikes. The place looked like a dilapidated hoarder house from what he could tell through the window. There were papers scattered on the floor, mason jars, vials, and tiny trinkets lining the walls. A lump of fabric and a puppet even sat where he guessed the owner of the shop would. Upon entering, he realized that the lump of fabric was most likely a person-- or at least a creature who breathed-- and they were in control of the puppet, he surmised. But maybe that wasn’t entirely true. He was in a potion shop: the dynamic between puppet and master could be swapped. Stranger things could happen.
Manny’s head hurt more now than when he was thinking about Benjamin. He cleared his head with a quick shake, tried not to stare, and clung to the walls. Foreign (and most likely cursed or haunted) objects, candelabras, and the creepy puppet lingered in the middle of the room. If he stared at the walls, he could pretend like he wasn’t in a horror movie and probably wasn’t going to get murdered in this place.
Despite the emporium’s dark shroud of an aura, he was drawn like moth to a flame by the mystical and remarkable nature of the potions. There were love potions, break-up potions, body-switching potions, potions to make you taller, potions to make you shorter, potions to change your voice, potions to make you part animal, they had it all! Pezzle’s was a dangerous place if someone hated themselves; particularly dangerous for their wallet! All the potions ran around a hundred bucks and you had to buy the antidote separately. He couldn’t help but wonder if there were any adverse side effects, or if the potions worked at all. There were tons of charlatans in the world who would gladly steal the money of unsuspecting people by playing on their insecurities. That’s why the beauty industry flourished, Manny thought.
He’d barely finished his thought on it all being too good to be true (aside from the price) when he spotted the potion that could, as the description put it, ‘turn you into the opposite gender.’ He would be willing to try it, if only to know what the potion would do to him, specifically. He didn’t identify as male or female, or most other genders, he preferred to just exist and not focus on it too much. It wasn’t something that really mattered to him. So he wasn’t exactly sure what the potion would change. Would it change his features at all? Would it be a genital-oriented change? He was curious to say the least, but he wasn’t willing to spend $175 dollars. Not before his date. Maybe after his first paycheck.
Only one other person joined him in this house of horrors, and if an axe murderer was going to burst in from the back room, he’d rather make defeating the dude a two-player game. He sidled up to the other customer, keeping his voice low with the the hope that the puppetmaster wouldn’t hear him. “Hey, think this atmosphere helps ‘em sell more potions or just scares people away? Because I gotta say, I’m five seconds from running into the hills.” Manny smiled, genuine friendliness overpowering the worry in his eyes.
Location: Pezzle's Potions || Mood: High-key anxious || Funds: $1000 on a debit card
Wearing: Black combat boots, ripped jeans, this shirt
O O C:
"...and what's wrong with that?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:34 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Sahar barely noticed when someone else entered the store, still pondering the options on display and if he should buy one. They were all pretty expensive and potentially dangerous...The height and voice changers seemed like his best bet if he tried one out. Then again, he was curious about the extent the gender potion changed a person's body. At this point, he wasn't even paying the shopkeeper any attention. The cloaked figure was easy enough to ignore and they didn't seem like they would move anytime soon. Hopefully.
The djinn was brought out of his thoughts when a figure slid up beside him, giving him a small fright. There was nothing to worry about though, it was just another customer! Sahar laughed lightly at the person's observation. He was so used to the unusual atmosphere that came with most magic shops that he didn't realize that it might be opposing to most. Then again, he wasn't good at reading the atmosphere in general...
"Who knows, if it does scare people away it is a wonder how they stay open." He whispered playfully in return before frowning at the shelf in front of him. "The fact that they sell potions like this it is a wonder they stay open anyway. Potions that effect emotions are not to be trifled with, they are either fake or are not permanent. I am sure my father could make something better that actually helps people..."
Ah, he was starting to get lost in thought again. That wouldn't do, he didn't want to seem rude to this man (?)! "Forgive me, it has been a while since I have seen a shop like this and I came here with research in mind! My name is Sahar, if you are nervous you are welcome to stay with me for a while. If a monster appears I would be happy to scare it off for you!" He joked with an easygoing smile, hoping to put the stranger at ease.
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>>>>> I have: $836.75 // I love: no one (maybe a certain fox...) // I am: skeptical. <<<<<
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 9:48 pm
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Emmanuel Jakob Eaton
N i c k n a m e :... M A N N Y
S t a t u s :... S I N G L E
H o u s i n g:... E T O I L E... 1 1 1 7
I D :... [ X ]
"I'm weak..."
“Right, though?” Manny exclaimed, almost a little too loud. He side-eyed the idle shopkeeper, still sat in his heap of fabric and arm wrist-deep in the puppet. He wasn’t actually sure how he was supposed to tell whether or not the man heard their conversation, but he had the sneaking suspicion that not a word was private. “If they do work, I feel like they’re gonna have some Alice in Wonderland effects, you know? Especially that height changing one.” Manny laughed. “Yeah, I’d stay away from the love potions. If you’re not too careful, you’ll become part of a Shakespearean comedy before you know it.”
His father? His father made potions? He wondered how common of a profession that was. His parents were just dentists. Was he the odd man out? The other customer went quiet for a moment, either lost in thought or maybe trying to give him a hint that he was talking too much. He’d keep his questions to himself for now. “Sorry for all the references,” Manny added, “Just came from the bookstore and I’m nervous.”
“No worries, dude.” Sahar apologized as well, so maybe he was spacing out. He himself did his fair share of that. However, his anxiety was not quite ready to relinquish the possibility of his presence being a nuisance. “I’m Manny. I was considering getting a potion myself, despite my better judgement.” A jerk of the head and a wayward gaze indicated the particular potion: ‘What’s His/Hers is Hers/His’. “I guess this is how they make their money. Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes.”
Rose-like color began to bud in his cheeks. “What! No, I.. I can take care of myself!” He whispered indignantly, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. Clocked. Sigh. “You caught me. I figured two was better than one against the unknown forces of this place.” He waggled his fingers for humorous emphasis on the phrase ‘unknown forces’. “I swear moving here makes me feel like I moved to a totally different planet. Dimension, even. You ever get that?”
Location: Pezzle's Potions || Mood: Called out || Funds: $1000 on a debit card
Wearing: Black combat boots, ripped jeans, this shirt
O O C:
"...and what's wrong with that?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 8:40 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Sahar clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the stranger's outburst. He was so spirited, it was too endearing! "They do sound like something straight out of a book, yes?" Even though the stranger was joking, his words were enough to turn Sahar thoughtful once again. There was a certain risk to buying potions from people, especially from such a sketchy shop. The best case scenario was that they didn't work and worse case...
He didn't realize he was causing his companion to worry until he spoke up. "Oh, there is no need to apologize! The references were nice, I just get distracted easily." He spoke up quickly, wanting to dispell any misunderstanding. The stranger was nice enough company, after all, talking to him was better than being alone so he didn't want to scare him off!
"It is nice to meet you, Manny!" He smiled, following his gaze to one of the potions he had been eyeing himself. "Yes, they do have some tempting ones. I want to get one just to see if it actually works and to try and deduce what items they used to make them." It was too bad that Sahar's curiosity and caution were at odds with each other. Perhaps he would think about it a while longer before actually buying anything, maybe do a bit more research into the store itself.
He perked up when Manny's cheeks began to turn red, finding the color amusing and attractive. "Oh? Really?" He teased with a laugh, enjoying his flustered state far too much. What an interesting person he was! "Mm, not really. I believe I am one of those 'unknown forces, you are talking about." Sahar gave him a wink as he floated a few inches off the ground to demonstrate, quickly returning to the floor after. "I take it you are human then?"
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>>>>> I have: $836.75 // I love: no one (maybe a certain fox...) // I am: having fun, at ease. <<<<<
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 9:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 4:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 2:06 am
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 ❛I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you;
So intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.❜
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I'm feeling surprised. || I'm speaking to Yang. || I'm wearing something casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I'm currently engaged to Angel Raphael Lionis
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The days had begun to turn warmer, or perhaps a tad too warm, with little to no rain showering the pavement with small droplets of water. It was funny, that the fox had used to dislike the rainy weathers so much due to how it would cause him to feel a tad sentimental while he reminisced the past. It was often times when it was raining, that Crevan would seem unalike himself, with a small shift in his demeanor. To be honest, it still haunts him now, the memories of his past, but little by little, he’s learning how to let go, learning that it was alright to be hurt in the past, to want to blame others for his own wishful thinking. It was what made people.. ‘human’. At least now, he had a hand to hold on to, a hand that the fox had found the warmth he had been seeking for all these while. Little did he know, that it had belonged to someone he once loathed to the core, someone who had once trampled over his pride. It was strange, how this world works, but it was alright. If it meant he had to go through those torment just to hold this hand, then the fox wouldn’t mind. After all, he had promised Angel he would do absolutely anything for him. Anything for his beloved.
His footsteps were light while he paced down the mall to grab the model’s favourite snacks, though it seems there was something different today. There was a peculiat scent, a scent he hsd never quite smelled before. It was something foreign, something strange, but it did not come off as ‘foul smelling’. Curious, he followed, ears perked upwards in curiosity while his tails swayed behind him. Not too far, there was a shop he never quite noticed before. It look peculiar, as if it had popped straight out of a book. Just slightly to the right of the entrance, there wqs a cloaked being, waving to him, gesturing for him to come in, though it seems, after he took a closer look, that cloaked man had disappeared? His eyebrows furrowed, confusion taking over his chiseled features while he struggled to comprehend what he had just seen.
Was it a ghost? No, it couldn’t be, though it wasn’t as if he’d be surprised if it had been one. There were so many different things in this world, so many races that perhaps still remained unknown, still waiting to be discovered. There was a slight chill down his spine, but it seems, there was something that had occupied his thoughts soon after. A young girl standing by the shelves, reareanging the small.. potion bottles(?) that seems to belong to said establishment. She had a head full of blonde hair that fell slightly past the nape of her neck. She was petite, with a tail growing out from the ends of her spine. She held a particular scent, like apple trees in fall, yet at the same time, like the faint smell of mint tea leaves. A smile curved his lips once he knew exactly who that was. How could someone not recognize her? The fox silently paced up to her, and with one fell swoop, he held her from behind and spun her around before allowing her feet to touch the ground once more. ”Yang!” he called out, laughing once he had found himself in a company he very much appreciated. ”It’s been far too long. I’ve missed you terribly.” the old fox spoke, and not once had he relinquish his hold around her petite frame.
”What are you doing here? Don’t you work at Beluga’s? Did you have a change of hearts?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 10:11 am
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