A New Life, an Ancient Profession

[misery_hates_company]

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.

Comments

[odiousking]

The witch's scavenging reminded Oersted a little of Straybow. A universal truth among all witches and wizards appears to be that they're always in need of ingredients. As Oersted looked on with dull, red eyes, he wondered what luck a witch would have in an era where knights clad in armor died out.

[robinsegg]

Immediately after the missions were completed, Sig had set off to search for insects. Ever since he ended up in this world, he was itching to find new insects to catch and become friends with, and all the distractions of rambling on about things that he never really got was just tiring for him.

So there he was, looking at the trees in the area to see if they were any good to lure insects, not paying any notice that there was another person already in the area.

You didn't see that

[otakuro]

"Spleens."

Misery was probably a difficult person to sneak up on, but she wasn't the only one who could teleport either. As Badb Catha settles softly onto his shoulder, the boy thrusts out a paper bag filled with something unidentifiable towards the scavenging witch.

"You can just give me a few drops of whatever you make out of it."

Inside the bag are a few cookies he's purchased from the Virgo District.

"Man, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to bring down a gingerbread gremlin. Musta used the cookie-cutter at least a half-dozen times."