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Post by Jeangal247 on Jan 5, 2018 1:27:55 GMT 1
Auruun recognizes Camil from their first encounter and so curiosity leads him to follow her into Annabeth's shop. A potion maker who also has a hand in charms and fortunes. An accident causes a potion that she is working on to fall and burst all over Camil and Auruun. All seems well until they open their mouths and find out that their voices have been switched! Now they must work together to pick up ingredients Annabeth needs to make a counter-potion, making some interesting yet awkward encounters along the way.
RP for N0rthernSpirit and Jeangal247 ONLY. Others are free to view!
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Post by Jeangal247 on Feb 21, 2018 20:03:50 GMT 1
Camil
Wanderer of Mereldia
The storm had passed and Camil had left the cramped shelter long behind her. It had been almost an hour since then and the people of Santugan have already started to trickle out of their homes to continue on with their lives. Sweeping away and dusting off piles of sand on the streets and on buildings. She weaved about the town, ducking around shop merchants and crowds of people. She paused at a crowd who were examining the damage of a few small merchant carts, deciding what they should do with the wreckage and what could be salvaged. Ears perked at the sound of a splash, a well, and an already long line behind it. She licked her lips and reached for her cantine, taking a drink from the fresh water she filled moments before the sandstorm. Placing it back she began her treck again, avoiding contact with anyone and keeping her head at a level angle so not to draw attention. Her legs still aching from the hard run, but she would soon be rested. A small shop was not far off now, tucked in an alleyway with a bedroom on the top floor with her name on it. She sighed in content at the thought of sleep, it had been a few months since she rested on a real bed. She only hoped that the owner of the shop would not crush her with a giant bear hug when she stopped by. |
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Post by N0rthernSpirit on Feb 23, 2018 7:57:04 GMT 1
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A u r u u n
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"In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown." - Moriarty
Being forced into close quarters with others. If there was anything Auruun hated more than trips down memory lane, it was that. The minutes, or hours, or however long the storm (Auruun didn't exactly care to keep track) had lasted had been filled with tense unease and painful self-control. Normally in such situations he probably would have reverted to his favorite habit of picking others apart and using what he deduced from them to cause them mental torture. However, he could not afford the chance of provoking the little mare into a rage that would cause either of them to destroy their only shelter. So perhaps a higher being was looking down after them because the monster decided to leave the fighter alone. A wise decision for both's well-beings.
At last now the storm had blown itself out though, and the equines had parted ways with remarkable speed. Auruun had intended on retreating to the for-lack-of-better-words "slums" of the city, where he could most easily keep a low profile but on the way he discovered his supply satchel to be nearly empty. On the poorer sides of the city, food wasn't the easiest thing to get a hold of. Neither would water be, now. The wells there were less clean, and less guarded from the elements which meant they were probably all mud at the moment and it would be days before the city would be bothered enough to have them cleaned. Huffing a groan, the draft cross wheeled around purposefully trotted back towards where the marketplace would have been, keeping his eyes peeled for sheltered fountains or wells.
These things he would not find. Instead, he caught sight Camil again.
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Post by Jeangal247 on Feb 24, 2018 8:20:17 GMT 1
Camil Wanderer of Mereldia
She had paused where a young child was selling apples. Handing the child three Vend for two apples, apparently, it was originally two vend for one apple but since the sandstorm hit the child offered her a deal of two apples for only three vend. A price surely no-one would want to miss they claimed. Camil, having a little bit of Vend left over from her previous travel and being hungry, took the deal and slipped one apple into her satchel while taking a bite out of the other. Using telekinesis, a common skill among the city folk, to hold the apple while she ate and continued to weave in and out through the crowds. It was starting to get crowded, for here now was one of the market streets in Santugan. Which seemed to stay busy even after a sandstorm. Not that that was anything unusual around here. It was here that her friend's shop stayed. The mare stopped, taking another bite of her apple as she studied the street corners. Swerving her ears back and forth, always listening and surveying those around her, but baggy eyes and worn limbs caused no care or notice to the stallion that followed her. Taking a sure step forward she turned left, this was the way of the shop she knew of it for certain. An alleyway down a street, small wooden signs poked out here and there but one stood out from all the rest. Mostly because of its always fresh paint from the owner constantly changing the name. Most people have stuck to calling it "The Nameless Shop" or "The Witch's Potions" but Camil simply knew it as Annabeth's place. The front was nothing impressive, but the chipping and fading red paint on the large door suggested that it once belonged to a proud shop owner. The door opened with ease and a little bell attached to the top of the doorframe announced her entrance.
"I'll be there in a minute!" A cheerful voice called. Camil's eyes scanned the dimly light shop, and her nostrils filled with scents of herbs, metals, and something brewing in the back. Shelves held containers of all sorts of sizes and shapes each organized in their own chaotic way. Most were bottles, some labeled but others not. A few display cases lined the walls, some containing premade potions and others containing trinkets claiming to help with health and meditating and whatever else Annabeth deemed interesting. Those closer to the back were empty. In the corner of the shop, back by one of the empty display cases, was a small round table and a crystal ball. With a stack of very well loved tarot cards. The back of the shop was hidden behind a large patterned curtain. It was there that a small kitchen with a pot was held for making potions, along with the entrance to the two small rooms upstairs where the owner and her guests stayed.
SMASH!
Dark ears turned at the sound of glass shattering and a small gasped. "Anna," Camil sighed, taking off her hood and turning towards her friend. "Before you--"
"Camil!" The fiery-haired mare rushed over to her dear friend and almost tackled her down in a tight embrace. "It's so good to see you! You've been away for so long! How did your trip go? Did you find anything interesting? Meet anyone exciting? Oh oh! Did you ever talk to that crystal merchant I talked to you about? You could really use this crystal that-"
"Annabeth!"
The babbling girl paused, wide-eyed at her friend's sharp tone. "No more questions," Camil begged, "I have had a long day. I was caught in the sandstorm and-"
"Sandstorm?! Ohmygods you poor thing! You're not hurt are you?"
Camil winced at her own stupidity for mentioning the sandstorm, "No Anna," she sighed while looking up at the ceiling. "I am fine. I wish to gain some sleep before I tell you of my...journey..."
"Oh of course," the mare nodded, curls flying. "How silly of me! And oh!" She gasped, "I don't even have the bed made! You wait here while I fetch you some blankets!"
"Anna that is not-"
But the fiery-haired mare already rushed back behind the curtain where the back of the shop was. Camil stepped through and caught a glimpse of Anna's tail as she rushed up the stairs to make the bed. The time Camil climbed the stairs and entered the room Anna was already fluffing the mattress and turned toward her friend with a smile. She opened her mouth to say something when the jingle of the bell caused them both to pause. "If you need anything, I'll be downstairs," Annabeth closed the door behind her. Finally leaving Camil at peace, and it wasn't long after she hit the mattress that sleep closed her groggy eyes.
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