Help A Friend Out? [Kesu]

Shamus' previous revelations about good and bad suddenly vanish.

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

Help A Friend Out? [Kesu]

Postby Shamus on February 14th, 2015, 5:28 am

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Winter 74th, 514 AV
The market was slightly crowded, although not annoyingly so. Shamus was working to stock up on tools for his business. The same one he had yet to actually get a loan for. Still, with a steady paycheck it was good to start buying the amenities that he would need. And considering he worked at a philtering store, he knew what he would need.

One of the most important storage vessels was the apothecary chest, which held the many small bits of herbs and other ingredients. Without it he would need a boatload of jars shipped in, making the chest right in front of him look very appealing.

It was dark wood, unlike his light colored and rough one at home, giving it a stylish tint that would fit well with his lab of green vials. Green was the cheapest afterall. The wood was sanded over nicely, and although it lacked a polish Shamus actually had some in store at the Starry Chalice. Good luck seemed to find him after he had stopped forcing everyone to do exactly as he wished.

Why, he knew not. But even under Syna's glare he felt like he used to under Leth's soft embrace. Things were looking bright, and Shamus was in a very chipper mood. With all going so well, the chest in front of him looked very appealing. In fact, so much so that he happened to set down the forty necessary kina that it cost.

He grinned at the shopkeeper, no haggling or djed necessary to go through with this. Shamus was just like every other customer, no different then the one after or before him, but being normal made him feel oh-so special. But lifting the piece of furniture soiled his streak of happiness. The damn thing decided to be much more overweight than it had appeared, which was a sign of sturdiness. But what good was a sturdy chest out in the middle of the market? No good. None at all.

The shopkeeper only offered an apathetic shrug, offering no more help even under the heat of Shamus' blood boiling glare. He needed some assistance, and he only knew one way to go about getting it. Firstly, he decided, I will ask. No forcing... although pushing will be alright. Shamus laid out the clear guidelines for himself, scanning around the area for someone who might be willing to spare a few chimes of their day in exchange for a please and thank you. All he could hope was to find someone soon, for the whispers were already beginning to creep in like tendrils of mist, coiling around him and urging him to overpower others. No! He had to repeat the thought consciously to keep from reaching out at people. He needed to find a candidate, and needed to do so fast.
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Help A Friend Out? [Kesu]

Postby Kesu on April 1st, 2015, 1:43 am

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Arranging the papers in a neat stack, Kesu picked them up, and held them vertically, and tapped the bottom of the veritable ream of paper to the beautiful wood desk to keep it even. Standing up, and taking the papers to the shelves at the side of the room, she took an old, worn-looking book, and placed them inside the cover near the front. This was a book that held a list of the wizards registered, at least, this year, and Kesu needed to write down all the names and information of said wizards in aforementioned Registry book. Sighing at the amount of unfinished work, she waved to Hanei, who was engrossed in some paperwork, chewing on the edge of his spectacles, which was probably NOT good for them, but hey, when you had an office like Hanei's, you didn't have to worry about expenses for spectacle repair. Exiting the Koten Temple, she headed out into Surya Plaza, on her way home. When suddenly, she found her eyes drawn to a young man, standing by a table, looking anxious, impatient, and distressed. She didn't know quite why she was interested in him, but she was, so she pretended to look over a desk in front of the same stall from which the large table came from, while she observed him. Hopefully she'd figure out what about this fellow ticked her off so much.


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