Arsène
04-08-10, 07:39 PM
Arsène was hell bent on a mission.
He entered the shop of mystic mysteries and maddening magics with but a simple request for a pack of cigarettes, enchanted to created a smoke field large enough to blind would be attackers and sure-sighted targets. Most important of all, they needed to be tasty, and light enough for the summer weather; damned if they were smooth, Arsène would smoke jagged glass if it calmed his headaches and left him focused on what tasks needed to be done.
He approached the counter; reacting in disgust to its gaudy ornate design varnished in a thin layer of dust.
"Shop keep. Feed my habit. My business is trick cigarettes, and I want them to be good."
He entered the shop of mystic mysteries and maddening magics with but a simple request for a pack of cigarettes, enchanted to created a smoke field large enough to blind would be attackers and sure-sighted targets. Most important of all, they needed to be tasty, and light enough for the summer weather; damned if they were smooth, Arsène would smoke jagged glass if it calmed his headaches and left him focused on what tasks needed to be done.
He approached the counter; reacting in disgust to its gaudy ornate design varnished in a thin layer of dust.
"Shop keep. Feed my habit. My business is trick cigarettes, and I want them to be good."