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destinystrings2012-09-10 08:21 pm
misery_hates_company) wrote in destinystrings2012-09-10 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
A New Life, an Ancient Profession
Who: Misery. Open.
Where: Capricorn District.
Summary: A place of nature should have SOME potential reagents.
Warnings: Misery.
A witch needed ingredients. The stores were well and good, but they obviously only catered to a specific type of shopper -- which is to say the modern types, the ones who wanted nothing but pre-packaged nonsense. Anyway, she hadn't the cash for that sort of thing, and she needed to find a way to start. Money, it seems, makes the world go round even if you want nothing to do with it.
Some quick research had revealed this area, perhaps the closest to nature one could find in a city like this. Perhaps at some point she could venture outside the city walls for a better chance of finding useful things... or creatures. This would have to suffice for now.
Of course, a strange world in strange circumstances meant ANYTHING could be of potential use, which is why she seems to be sampling a bit of everyhing. A touch of bark? A flower? A grass? She collects. It's rather an odd sight for those unused to the old magics. To be fair, of course, Misery is a bit out of touch with them herself. Years of only doing the magics asked of her can make someone a little rusty.
But she can learn. She CAN learn. What a wonderful feeling.
She seems almost happy, actually. This might change if anybody interrupts her, of course. Which, considering what she's doing right now, is almost an inevitability.
Where: Capricorn District.
Summary: A place of nature should have SOME potential reagents.
Warnings: Misery.
A witch needed ingredients. The stores were well and good, but they obviously only catered to a specific type of shopper -- which is to say the modern types, the ones who wanted nothing but pre-packaged nonsense. Anyway, she hadn't the cash for that sort of thing, and she needed to find a way to start. Money, it seems, makes the world go round even if you want nothing to do with it.
Some quick research had revealed this area, perhaps the closest to nature one could find in a city like this. Perhaps at some point she could venture outside the city walls for a better chance of finding useful things... or creatures. This would have to suffice for now.
Of course, a strange world in strange circumstances meant ANYTHING could be of potential use, which is why she seems to be sampling a bit of everyhing. A touch of bark? A flower? A grass? She collects. It's rather an odd sight for those unused to the old magics. To be fair, of course, Misery is a bit out of touch with them herself. Years of only doing the magics asked of her can make someone a little rusty.
But she can learn. She CAN learn. What a wonderful feeling.
She seems almost happy, actually. This might change if anybody interrupts her, of course. Which, considering what she's doing right now, is almost an inevitability.
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"I can always relieve myself of it. Though I am confident in no era is flying spontaneously socially acceptable."
Oersted smiles a little.
"So you and others are fellow 'heroes', I take it, called to help fight for a cause or the other?"
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She shrugs at his question. "I suppose that's the ostensible purpose. I don't mind throwing in a little here or there, but only so that I can keep living the way I want. These Anoli have already established themselves as destructive fools." She drifts lazily. "I don't care for labels like 'hero' or the like. That sort of thinking is for the naive."
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"Being free forever to pursue your hobbies without anyone bothering you is a lifestyle that would even tempt kings. But such a lifestyle requires sacrifice. It's fortunate that the nature of your hobby lets you pay with the blood of others... in the name of defense."
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Curious. One would easily mistaken him for any given young, brash knight, but there's an air of darkness she can't put a finger on. A worrying one, in fact; the only person she can think of who had a similar air was the man who apparently now represents her psyche. Hmm.
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Even now, the knight was still recovering after his trauma and rebirth in Lucretia. It was difficult to bring himself out of this mindset where he sees selfishness all around him.
"And if we must be selfish, it's better to be honest and true to one's self than hiding behind subservient 'orders'."
Interesting wording there, Oersted notes. "I know I'm not too exciting. Blame it on my upbringing. I'd like to figure this city out as quickly as possible, that's all."
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She sets down, finally, seeing something in this man worth taking seriously. "It's a peculiar city, to be certain. Demons, terrorists. Figments of your imagination taken to life. Fascinating and interesting, in a way." She looks around. "Certainly an interesting place to be reborn anew and find your way, I should think." She smirks. "I look forward to the challenges, myself."
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Oersted takes few glances at the city walls around him.
"It's a name that I've retaken. You may be right when you say that this is a place meant to act as catalyst to people's rebirth. Although, a rebirth is not always positive."
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She hums. "This is true, perhaps. Some people simply should not be reborn. On the other hand, those who are that are capable of rational thought should perhaps seize the opportunity to find a different path, don't you think?"
This one's definitely an odd one. She supposes she can relate. Either way, she wonders if this is someone to keep an eye on.
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Oersted ponders on that topic a little. It would seem that even here, he's destined to follow the path of a Demon King. His case, after all, was handed off from Philemon to the Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep. The city was quick to recognize his fall from grace.
"Though whether a change would be allowed is still up for question. Whether those efforts will be recognized is a part of the struggle."
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She mulls this over. His words had weight. A great amount of it, in fact. Misery may have a hard time respecting a lot of people, but her years of servitude have forced her to learn to weigh moods and words. This one was... unstable. Oh, he had the air of a gentleman, but gentlemen could just as easily drop off the precipice as anybody in dire circumstances.
Well, she doesn't usually do this. But.
"All right, then. How about we strike a bargain? You recognize my personal accomplishments as I obtain them. And in return, I'll recognize any attempts at betterment you might make. Believe me, this is not an exchange to be taken lightly -- I don't usually bother with this sort of emotional hogwash! But I'd be lying if I didn't say I felt a... shall we say, 'kinship' between you and me. A desire to move on from a terrible past. So. What say we find paths together, hmmm?"
She holds out a hand, and hopes she doesn't regret this.
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"If there's just one person..." he whispers, smiling albeit awkwardly now.
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Well, he seems mildly less dour, at least. She guess this is supposed to be progress? Better than him looking depressed and potentially destructive, she supposes.
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"Though it seems we'll be privy to each others' activities. Still, an ally wouldn't hurt. Not in a place so full of surprises like this. I will accept your offer on one condition.
You haven't yet given me your name."
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Misery and Hatred. What a combination.
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She curtsies slightly. "Very well. Looks like we'll be looking out for each other, hmm? Let's hope this arrangement is as mutally beneficial as we hope."