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  1. #21
    Shattered heart and Soul

    EXP: 76,735, Level: 11
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    Level completed: 98%,
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    Amari's Avatar

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    4,933

    Name
    Amari L'Olfsden
    Age
    30
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    Ar'Tuel
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    Corone

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    NB: This is fenns fault. Blame the wenn, medicated writes = besr writes.





    Scarlet was.... for lack of a better word. Fucking exhausted the conversations that were occuring her were droll, and if she had half a mind - which she did. She'd have to say that this Nevin guy was the MOST boring pile of fuckin' shit she had ever met. All business, no slaphapdashery- no quips, quirks, snide remarks or reactions. Just 'Oh look at me I can do shit with blood, whoop-de-fuckin' do

    Scarlet watched with bored, disinterested eyes as the Alchemist lightly grasped her wrist with delicate fingers. Twisting her arm so the blood gently, well as gently as blood can flow- fell into a number of vials. She wasn't bothered by the amount. If Scarlet had more time she'd rip herself in half - right in the middle of the shop. Splash that shit all over the walls, windows... the ever so carefully placed bottles and vials.

    Yeh.

    Really messy like.

    That'd liven the place up a little.

    "Well, didn't you take your bloody time with that." Scarlet placed emphasis on the word, thinking it absolutely hilarious. And it was, wasn't it? Her wound shone in a quick, dazzling spark of gold her wound healed. Magic, wasn't it a grand ol' fucking thing?

    "Not surprising it's not sooner...." Scarlet mused as she tapped her lips. "But - you are the only blood alchemist around, right?"

    She turned on her heel to meet her eyes with Fenn.

    Ahh, little Fennick.

    If only he weren't shiverin' like a leaf about to fall off a tree in autumn.

    Her eyes widened when she watched him, with complete obstinance and in the foolish behaivour that was oh so very fitting on the tiny frost fae- tear into his own flesh. An amused smirk rose to her lips when she approached the table, reading his scrawled out message.

    Booze.

    Bandages.

    Such a simple request.

    "Do you really trust drinking with me in the room?" Scarlet asked, and Fenn promptly gave her the bird. With both fingers - waving them high in the air at her, ears flat against his head. Mixture of hatred and fear in his eyes. This - THIS was a reaction. Scarlet gave an amused 'Ha!' as she reached out and toussled his hair.

    "Don't worry your lil' noggin. I've done my business. I'm off."

    She shifted away from FEnn, lest he accidently shove a finger into her nose, with the way he was waving it around.

    "I'll be back in four days. Do try to have fun."

    And with that, she was out the door.

  2. #22
    Senior Member

    EXP: 61,139, Level: 10
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    Level completed: 65%,
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    The golden sparkle along her wrist made Nevin raise one eyebrow. So she still had enough of a connection with the brighter side of her magic that she could heal herself with that level of ease, even for minor wounds? It seemed she wasn't as far gone as she liked to pretend. And that his pet project in that regard would have a higher chance of succeeding than he had felt.

    But first - first he had to deal with the psychotic little fae child that had decided that stabbing his thumb was a good idea. He took Fenn's hand - the one that wasn't currently flipping off Scarlet - in one of his and lifted it up, staring at it. He was shoving the siren song of the blood out of his mind as the woman said something - hopefully an agreement about the time frame, but he couldn't hear it over the singing of his magic.

    The injury to the thumb was minor, at best. It was bleeding a bit more than it should have, perhaps, but that was easily dealt with. Nevin pointed his finger at the stool behind the counter. "Sit." He wasn't exactly just telling Fenn to sit though - he very firmly pushed the boy down. "Now stay." And with that he turned and strode round the counter, down one of the aisles of his shop. As an afterthought he moved to the door and locked it - he didn't want to deal with any more customers at the moment - and then he resumed his original reason for coming over here.

    He quickly found a simple herbal unguent paste, and picked ip that bottle along with a roll of cloth bandages. The alchemist didn't care to risk anything more complex - he still needed to do tests and find out how Fenn reacted to various compounds. He didn't need a repeat of the disastrous candy incident. Smooth strides carried him back across the wooden floor to where Fenn was sitting. Thankfully the rambunctious child had listened, for now, though Nevin could tell he was itching to do.. Something. Move, hide? He had seemed rather thrown off by Scarlet, but considering they had history he couldn't blame the tiny boy.

    "Hand." Nevin set the supplies on the counter and took the proffered hand, then uncorked the unguent. The paste gave off a strong odor - sharp and a bit actinic, it cut through the lingering smell of blood in the shop. Nevin took a small dollop on one index finger, and gently spread it across the spots where small dollops of blood were welding up. The black of the boy's blood mixed oddly with the blue-green herbal paste, and had a rather unsettling color.

    Ignoring that, Nevin swiftly cut a strip from the bandages and wrapped it around the fae's thumb, securing the paste in place. That done he let Fenn have his hand back. "There. As for spirits. Do you actually have a preference you nosy brat?" Despite how the redhead usually thought of the fae - Nevin was fully aware that Fenn was likely much older than he was. So he had no real issue with giving the boy some - some - of his alcohol.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  3. #23
    Sweet Cinnamoth

    EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
    Level completed: 31%, EXP required for next Level: 6,234
    Level completed: 31%,
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    FennWenn's Avatar

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    2,300

    Name
    Fennik Glenwey
    Age
    Looks eight. He's definitely older.
    Race
    Frost Fae
    Gender
    More or less male.
    Location
    Corone

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    PREFER STRONG. ONLY PREFERENCE, the puck scrawled out haphazardly onto the table’s top. His frost was faint; but a bare murmur now that Amari was gone. That scent of decay had wafted out the door along with her. No longer was Fenn flipping out with his middle finger; his energy had vanished. Only a faint squeezy cavity was left behind in his chest. SORRY FOR TODAY WEIRDNESS. PROMISE NOT STEALING ANYTHING THIS TIME, BEING GOOD NOW.

    The alchemist gave off a small scoff and set a bottle down in front of the fae, causing him to go cross-eyed staring at it. “I would prefer it if ‘not stealing’ my wares would be the standard rule for every meeting between us.”

    Shrug. Unable to hold back a loopy grin, Fenn reached for the bottle, not even bothering to check what it kind was. It was booze. And if it wasn’t, he was so done with the day that he couldn’t care. The bitter liquid was downed in a couple of trusting gulps. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he glanced sheepishly up to Nevin and handed the bottle back. His head was comfortably fogging up now. Thoughtlessly, the fae poked at the bandages around his thumb. It tingled comfortably. Nevin didn’t have to fix that. It was such a tiny thing; such a small pain to ease. The puck hoped he at least made good use of the blood sometime. He aware, blearily, of a hand on his shoulder — and then a sheet draped around him. Maybe a blanket. Maybe something like a tablecloth, something one could at least use like a blanket. Fenn glanced up.

    “You need rest, young Glenwey,” Nevin spoke, frowning in his common detached concern.

    Psssh. Fine. A strangled squeak of agreement was given in reply. Fenn laid his head down on the countertop and closed his eyes. Morning would come, and then he’d be off again. But this was an acceptable arrangement for the night. As he finally drifted off, he swore he heard an affectionate muttering (possibly including the phrase “tiny idiot”), and the clinking of glass as the alchemist went back to tidying his wares, awaiting whatever other mid-night customers would come his way.

  4. #24
    upon the cheek of night

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    Breaker's Avatar

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    38,725

    Name
    Joshua Breaker Cronen
    Age
    30
    Race
    Demigod
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Thread Title: When Crimson Met Crimson
    Type: Basic Rewards

    Nevin receives: 1390 EXP and 104 GP

    FenWenn receives: 1180 EXP and 120 GP

    Amari receives: 1275 EXP and 105 GP

    Inclusive of Fenn and Amari's GP bonuses.

    Congratulations!
    "The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
    For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."


  5. #25
    upon the cheek of night

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    Joshua Breaker Cronen
    Age
    30
    Race
    Demigod
    Gender
    Male
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    Corone
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    "The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
    For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."


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