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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 8, 2017 17:31:42 GMT -8
初めまして。
Once more, for what felt like the millionth time, Dieter inspected his gift from King Zitos. Aforementioned gift at first glance was a perfect sphere of ivory, upon closer inspection one could see that its’ surface had been painstakingly decorated with innumerable, intricate carvings. Its’ value couldn’t be fathomed, nor could it be understated; after all, it was a key to the Zora Kingdom. His fingers gingerly curved around the metaphorical key, firmly grasping it as he brought it to his chest. Truthfully, he feared that he’d lose the precious gift during his upcoming trek back to the depths of the Deku Swamp. How could he prevent such a grievous loss? The answer dawned on him after he’d watched one of the Inn’s servers absentmindedly fidgeting with a pendant. He quietly rose from his seat at one of the booths, placing an extra rupee down upon the table; payment for their excellent service and the unexpected idea. He’d paused once he’d risen to slide his satchel across his body, discreetly adjusting the daggers that hung off his hips beneath his flavorful attire.
He’d elected to wear a sheer white robe that had a simple strap that encircled his arms in two places. He’d bound the midsection with an onyx, satin ribbon and surprisingly enough hadn’t yet bothered to put on shoes. He’d pleated his hair earlier that morning, yet it did little to control the unruly flaxen tresses that came loose. He cared naught though, it merely reflected the wildness that was thinly veiled behind the guise of innocence. A few minutes later, Dieter once again found himself in the market place. He began searching through the numerous stalls, pausing briefly to inquire where he could find a jeweler. Fortunately, there were a handful to choose from, Dieter took the time to inspect each one from afar. Once he’d narrowed down his choses, he dared to inspect their wares more diligently. He wasn’t privy to most of their trade, but due to his array of jewelry worn during his dances, he at least knew enough about workmanship.
Once he’d made his final decision, he approached the vender. He quickly offered the ivory sphere to the jeweler.
“Excuse me, do you think you could craft this into a pendant in two days’ time?”
The jeweler nodded his head, quickly inquiring about any specifications. Dieter had elected to have the ivory sphere clasped in silver, the clasps would be designed to settle into some of the natural groves formed by the carving; this would prevent it from sliding free. With that handled, Dieter handed him a handful of rupees to act as a down payment, the rest would be exchanged when it was complete. He made sure to inform that Jeweler, which inn he was staying at if anything went wrong, turned up suddenly, or for when it was completed. He soon found himself wandering into the more secluded sections of the market. There were increasingly more unsavory characters manning the stalls, offering to sell alchemic reagents. It varied greatly from eye of newt, Zora scales, even Deku sap. The latter two disturbed Dieter greatly, simply because he was one of the two, yet he knew that Deku could willingly produce their own sap. He was so lost in observing the bizzare wares that he didn’t notice the influential archmagus standing a few inches away. He let out a surprised cry as he crashed into the man, stumbling backwards before falling to the ground.
“My Apologizes. I was so enraptured by the wares, I didn’t see you.”
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Post by Jace L'Arachel on Jul 10, 2017 20:59:24 GMT -8
 If my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go Floating on his staff was Jace L'Arachel, with a bag slung around his arm filled with various ingredients and goodies. Not having to walk was always a pleasure, like being driven in a carriage but no smell of horse or anything like that. He'd even bought a nice orange that he'd noticed. They were coming into season finally! He was so happy about that. Soon he'd also be able to get some orange juice and then he could really open the days with a kick! No more tea until Winter, and that was when it would be good again. But of course, nothing could ever stay truly nice. Jace felt something collide with him without him ever noticing. Letting out a high pitched squeak at the contact, Jace felt himself fall off his staff as it clattered uselessly to the ground, landing on his stomach. His bag flew to the side and the orange he bought rolled out. Jace moved to go pick it up but alas, someone stepped on it before he could get there, squashing it into gross orangish paste. For a moment, the mage could do nothing but stare at the remains of his orange with a gaze of defeat. Oh right, but they were apologizing to him! Taking his bag, Jace grabbed his staff and used that to push himself to his feet before hopping back on. "It's fine~ No real harm done." He smiled and waved, internally pouting at the loss of his orange. But they hadn't meant any harm and there was no reason to be rude, so he would just let it go. He was sure Zelda would forgive him transmuting a couple rupees to get another orange. Of course, he could always just not tell her that part. [googlefont=Oswald] |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 10, 2017 22:03:35 GMT -8
初めまして。 The high-pitched squeak made Dieter inwardly cringe, his initial assumption was that he’d crashed into a fair maiden. This thought was immediately dismissed as Jace’s staff clattered against the ground, instantly catching Dieter’s attention.
Oh, no did I knock over an old lady? Is this her walking cane? She isn’t hurt, is she?
This notion was dismissed as the realization dawned on him. He’d seen similar staff in Zubaba’s hut, she was an elderly woman that resided within the treacherous recess of the Deku Swamp. Everyone claimed that despite her decrepit appearance, she was in actuality a witch. Amongst the Palace Guards, rumors circulated that she’d cursed a few mischievous travelers that trespassed into her garden, her hex allegedly transformed them into plump toads. He was so enraptured within those thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Jace’s satchel nor the orange that rolled away into the crowd. Dieter had begun rising to his feet as he apologized profusely, some of which appeared to fall upon deaf ears.
Dieter took note that Jace was woefully eyeing a mass of gooey, orange paste; the remnant of his runaway orange. Alas, Dieter was just far enough that the scent of citrus didn’t tickle his nostrils.
“I didn’t ruin a potion you were brewing, did I?”
Dieter inquired as Jace clutched his staff and utilized it to help steadily rise to his feet. Once he’d risen to his feet, the archmagus nimbly hopped back onto the staff. Dieter’s heart sunk to the pit of his stomachs, this action only served to reaffirm his initial fears.
Please, don’t turn me into a frog.”
Dieter inwardly thought, not daring to utter such things aloud out of fear of offending the presumed witch. However, when the witch spoke acknowledging his apology, it quickly dawned upon the Deku that this figure was indeed a man. He bit his lip apprehensively before his lips parted again.
” You aren’t a witch, are you?”
Dieter asked quietly, his voice never once raising above a hushed whisper.
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Post by Jace L'Arachel on Jul 14, 2017 23:21:00 GMT -8
If my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go Was he a witch? Well, that was a strange question right there. And one that actually got his more magical side kicked into gear. So for once, he was able to give a rather coherent answer on the subject. "I mean, the term Witch in its oldest form is universal. Warlock and Wizard didn't come later. So I guess in some archaic way I am a Witch." In the older days, Jace would have indeed been a witch instead of a wizard or a warlock or a mage or whatever the hot new term was now. Maybe necromancer? Sure it had to do with raising the dead but it did have that exotic ring to it! Wait, going off track here. Focus. Snapping back to his senses, Jace started flittering through his grocery bag real quick for a few seconds. He hadn't lost anything other than the orange, but there was no need to bother this lad with something like that, was there? Realizing that he had created a silence of several seconds, a small wave of embarrassment overcame the Court Mage, and he laughed nervously. "B-but ah, no, you didn't ruin any such thing. All the ingredients are still in the bag." So his actual purpose for coming out here had been saved. It wasn't all bad! But wait, this guy. What was wrong with him? The lip biting, the general apprehension. Wait, did Jace scare him? He blinked in confusion before taking a good look at himself. What was it about him that could be intimidating? "... Is it my clothes?" He finally decided to try and ask. [googlefont=Oswald] |
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