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Cou has never met his Co-workers before. Will he meet them today?
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Coud Von Voltaire on May 26th, 2013, 3:05 pm
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by Sigrun Dominic on May 26th, 2013, 3:51 pm
PLUNK! "That is the last of them," Sigrun slapped her hands together, getting rid of the dust that lingered on her palms from the terra cotta pots that she'd just finished placing upon the old woman's work table, "I'm still surprised that you've managed to find a dealer for these sort of vases." Atta Sabot turned away from the boy she was speaking to, flashing Sigrun a warm smile. "There you are, dear, that took you quite a while." Sigrun eyed the boy in front of the stall warily, seeing as he was picking out all the wilted flowers. She raised an eyebrow at him and then turned to Atta with a wry smirk, but said nothing. He must've been one of those odd customers with the strange tastes. "You've no idea," she sighed, plopping herself onto the seat by Atta's worktable, "the peddlar wouldn't stop making advances." "It's the clothing, dear," Atta winked. Sigrun grinned and swatted the air in front of her. "They're heavy, as well," she grinned, glancing over mockingly at the wheelbarrow, as if it did hadn't assisted her in some way. "Seriously, the—" she cut herself off and furrowed her brows at the boy who continued to collect the wilting flowers. She turned to Atta and pointed at him. "—Do you want me to help that kid out?" "Oh please, dear, by all means," the old woman responded as she approached her new terra cotta pots, "he's your new co-worker after all." Sigrun rose from her seat and narrowed in on the woman. "Another one?" she whispered. Atta turned to her with a grin, nodding slowly. "Why?" she frowned, speaking under her breath, "aren't I enough?" "Of course you are, dear," Atta examined a particular pot with twisted handles as she whispered back, "you're a great help, but it doesn't hurt at all to have more assistance around here." "First that ghost, and now this," she turned to look at the young man and winced, "he looks rather sketchy if you ask me. And why did you even hire a ghost in the first place?!" "Why not?" Atta quipped cheerfully. "It's strange!" "It's refreshing!" "Ghosts aren't a normal thing around here, Atta," Sigrun lowered her voice even more, "I don't see how a ghost is going to help you with sales. People are going to see that thing and die of heart failure." "You'd be surprised!" Atta laughed. Sigrun stopped speaking, her wide eyes fixated on Atta as she organized the pots. She was frozen in place. Atta turned around and placed her hands on the young girl's shoulders. "You," she began, "are overthinking things." "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I just, I don't know. I liked... I liked being the only one." "Trust me," the old woman winked, "You're still just as special as special can be." Sigrun beamed, mouthing her thanks. "Besides, you did say you were leaving sometime in the Summer, yes?" the old woman added, "got a bit of an idea for a new business, eh?" "Shh!" Sigrun whispered comically, wearing a childish grin on her face, "It's a secret!" The pair giggled in unison. Atta gestured over towards the young man gathering the wilted flowers once more. Sigrun shook her head and chuckled before heading over to the new employee. "I see you got that job," she smirked, leaning against the ledge that held all the crates of flowers, "it can be quite frustrating when they start getting tangled up in each other." She brought out her hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Dominic. Nice to see you helping out at the Flower Stand." "And you are?" It was then did she notice something that she couldn't have possibly seen earlier on when she'd been behind the stalls. Her eyes trailed down towards the flower boxes and darkened at the sight of a doll. A doll, a moving doll, helping the boy gather the wilted flowers. "What the—" she yelled disgustedly as she quickly moved away from the odd pair, "petching shykes!" "What the petching shykes is that doing here? What is that, what!?" she turned to Atta, who seemed to be approaching somebody who was behind the young blonde. She didn't seem to notice or even mind that magic was being practiced at her shop. "What in shykes name have they been letting into Syliras these days," she thought as she glared at the moving doll, "this is certainly not going to go well with the citizens!" "Petch! We're definitely going to lose all our customers now," she looked around and saw the way the people were looking at the animated doll, whispering to each other and pointing disapprovingly. Magic wasn't a common thing to be practicing in public in Syliras, and it was evident in the reaction of the passersby. |
by Fubuki Kouri on May 26th, 2013, 4:31 pm
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by Coud Von Voltaire on May 27th, 2013, 8:31 am
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by Sigrun Dominic on May 27th, 2013, 12:17 pm
"Oh for petch sakes..." Sigrun thought, releasing an exasperated sigh as she jerked backwards from the impact that Kouri made with her waist. The little ghost had materialized herself and was now wrapping her body around the young blonde in a fluid embrace, her small head perched against Sigrun's chest. "Mama!" She struggled at first, hands making their way over to the girl's arms in an attempt to gently remove her from her body. The damn apparition was confusing her for her mother again. She turned to look at Coud as he spoke about his moving doll, looking positively revolted at his magic usage. "Lady Dominic, this is simply a doll. Don’t worry, it’s harmless; the only real harm it can do is care for you too much." "I don't feel very cared for," she said with a firm shake of her head, "I feel very threatened—" "Mama! Mama!" "—Kouri, sweetheart," she shifted her gaze over to the child, "I'm not your mother, you're forgetting who I am. It's Dominic." Quickly, she turned to Atta, who was busying herself at the workbench. The two exchanged knowing looks. Sigrun's eyes darkened as dread began to fill her features, while the old woman simply gave her a calm, steady smile. The young blonde quickly mouthed two words for her. "Help. Me." "Alright, alright," the young blonde quickly whipped her head around and continued to struggle with Kouri, but eventually had to give up. For a ghost, she had quite the iron grip. "We have work to do, so," she turned to Coud with caution, "keep up the good work, and keep that—" She pointed at the doll, "away from me." "Kouri," she turned to the ghost, struggling with the scowl that so badly wanted to form on her face, "what do you say we start to work on that order list?" "Pretty sure I saw a lot of bouquet requests in there," she mumbled, sighing defeatedly. It was going to be a long, long day. |
by Fubuki Kouri on May 27th, 2013, 2:42 pm
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