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destinystrings2012-09-10 08:21 pm
misery_hates_company) wrote in destinystrings2012-09-10 08:21 pm
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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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"Don't run while I go look." It seemed like he really, really wanted the beetle... He didn't move from his spot as he stared at the other intensively; if they were talking about anything else, he would have complied without a thought, but this was his most favorite thing they were talking about. He was going to take precautions as much as his simple mind could do.
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But anyways, time to go look for something unusual in the forest! He gave one last look at the other before setting off into the forest.
After good half an hour or so, he came back out, rolling an old tire with him.
She did say something out of place...
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She waits for him as patiently as she can, in the meantime looking for more potential ingredients. And then he returns with... that. Damnit. She should've been more specific.
"Oh, aren't WE the smart one? Does this look like something I could use in my formulas? I think not." Stupid kid.
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"Formula...?" He asked instead. If only he remembered there was a certain someone who went around collecting unusual items for making potions, he may have gotten a better idea of what he was supposed to look for...
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She harumphs, crossing her arms. What to do...
Damn it all.
"Oh, whatever! Take your blasted bug already. There's a million of them in these woods anyway. Good heavens, you're frustrating." She practically flings the critter at him.
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"Don't throw them, treat them kindly."
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Instead of giving the other undivided attention, Sig was busy playing with the new beetle he had in his hands.