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Post by killashandra on Jun 26, 2016 2:04:37 GMT
KIllashandra finally forces the counter into place as she looks around at the shabby shop Taking note of everything she needs and space to put everything she plans to make and sell. Pulling out some chalk as starts to write on the floor marking out areas for selves and then moves to the wall to write colors. "Just got this shop and I already feel the need to punch something, I can't believe there was nothing here to work with, the cleaning alone is gonna take me more then a day."
She moves and sits down on the shabby looking counter and starts to eat an apple muttering to herself as she does. "I can't believe I bought this place, just makes me more....well i guess i gave into being a member of the dawn now. Never thought i would put down roots, I should send for my sister now since there is a place she can live now." Closing her eyes she leans against the wall enjoying the breeze coming though the window forgetting the door is wide open for other to walk in. |
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Post by Wisna (Aiden Fisher) on Jun 26, 2016 4:42:11 GMT
As Aiden walked around the estate he noticed a new building he had not seen around before. Curious, the young man stepped inside a looked around. Looking around for Killashandra, Keran, or Vicros could wait. Immediately he gave a loud sneeze as the dust particles tickled his nose. Blinking, he saw Killashandra. His eyes lit and up and his face smiled as he gestured to Zandack who was outside. "Hey Mr. Zandack! Over here! It's Ms. Killashandra!"
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jun 27, 2016 5:25:20 GMT
He had little enough to do with the rebellion at the moment, he hadn't really been set into the 'flow' of the entire operation. While he was tasked with explosive creation; he wasn't all that into the idea of blowing up a prison. What would the other riffraff inside do once freed? Hm, that was a thing to consider. He really should take that up for consideration to Master Hiroshi or to Zandack himself. His gaze moved up to the 'new' store, "Oh my, how interesting! Well, I might as well see what my 'competition' is..." And with that he started to push into the store- stern gaze turning to one of mild confusion!
"Oh my, hello there young man- I don't believe we properly introduced," he took an overly dramatic bow, "I am Nicholas Dorne, M.D. A pleasure to meet you sir." The sad fact is; he hadn't even realized that there was someone else in the shop- the proprietor herself.
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Post by arlen on Jun 27, 2016 15:35:02 GMT
It was a very good morning today; definitely fit for a day of hard work, exercising around the training yard, filled with bacon, toast and religious fervour. Many of his friends had fallen ill, or lost themselves to the struggles of this rebellion, but he knew deep down he had to keep going, to keep training and perhaps lead his fellows by example. With a smile on his face, sweat on his brow, he began jogging with the same bag of logs on his back that he normally carries. Spotting a gathering of interesting people outside a new building, he was curious and he jogged on over. Smiling, but with a staggered breathing rate, Arlen stood in the doorway as he looked around. His shining armour in contrast with a dirty and sweaty face, he stood at a salute when he connected all the dots, with his other hand gripping the backpack strap tightly.
"Oh... ~phew~ Good Morning! ... ~phew~ Is this your new shop, Miss? And good morning to you too Mr. Fisher... ~phew~"
He nodded and smiled at the other patrons, especially Aiden as he spotted them.
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Post by killashandra on Jun 28, 2016 0:39:42 GMT
Killashandra watches as Aiden walks in calling for one of the new members of the dawn. She nods to him not getting off her counter determined to have her apple break then freezes as the slightly creepy man walks in not even noticing her soon to be followed by Arlen. Killashandra gives a cough as she finishes her apple and hops off the counter, it almost standing as talk as her, she taps it a few time. "Hello everyone, As you can see the shop is not really set up yet, but your welcome to stay and chat while I work, to be honest I would like the company after everything we been dealing with lately I would like some normal in my day to day."
Looking at the creepy man who called himself Nicholas she gives a bow of the head. "Its nice to meet you, I'm Killashandra Ree, owner of Strange brew, or will be once its set up." Looking around to all three of them. "Would any of you like some tea? you can take an apple from the bag as well." Turning from the others she places her tea pot on a burner, then turns back and leans on the wall looking up at them all.
Then she blinks as the new Wizard she heard about comes in and goes right for the point of things. "I.....Um yes I know a bit about demons more then most common folk would, and I was there for the summon, sadly it may have been my fault the summon was finished." She closes her eyes and sighs. "Anyway yes we have a orb of an old god, it from what I can tell will banish it at a very step cost. Oh but manners they fail me, would you like some tea... Zandack was it?"
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Post by Wisna (Aiden Fisher) on Jun 28, 2016 4:08:43 GMT
Aiden walked over to the apple bag and reached in, picking one out of it. He bit down into the apple and looked around at all the people around. Quite the crowd had formed in here. Seeing Arlen, Aiden gave him a nod, acknowledging his good morning. He then turned his attention to the newer fellow he hadn't seen. He looked pretty pale and sickly to Aiden. He raised his bitten apple to the strange man.
"Hi there Mr. Nicolas Dorne, M.D. I'm Aiden Fisher! Are you alright? You look pretty sick."
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jun 28, 2016 9:31:59 GMT
Nicholas' rather severe gaze had shifted to Killashandra, and he had been about to comment on something he found remarkably amusing about her name. Sadly; this was interrupted by Aiden, who got the full force of that rather obviously 'mad' stare, but- if the boy were younger he'd get a pat on the head. A simple mistake from the youth that was, and so- with a mild air of haughtiness- his rebuttal was quite gentle!"That would be 'Doctor'- mister is reserved for those who's professions are... Lesser, I dare say. That is what I would prefer if it would be pleasing to address me with 'honor'." It seemed that he might actually find the boy endearing; if it wasn't for the second statement.
His hand moved to his face; and then he looked his hand over slowly, "Why, I do seem more... Pale and blue than normal- hm; perhaps less silver-nitrate in my concoctions is required..." Humoring the boy was easy enough; after all- with such advanced nitrate poisoning one didn't lose the blue hue of the skin without extensive work. And reworking his mutagens and potions was tedious and more than he was willing to do. Call him lazy; he called it 'meticulously planned'.
However; his response to Killashandra, as he was always wont to be orderly of things- that was the curse of meticulousness! Everything had a place in the que of response, was the mention of the D-Word by a man he was pretty sure had more magical might than he could ever hope for. This brought the pontification that was about the commence into a loud, nearly screechingly confused sounding "WHAT!?"
Nicholas; for his part; had almost spun about face to stare- his eyes wild with... Well it was excitement maybe? Who knew, but he seemed to be very, very interested. It was also obvious this was a lot of information he had been surprised with and he might have short circuited himself on over-stimulus...
But, then again... Anyone worth their salt in alchemy knew why, demonic organs and components were rare as all get out and were powerful reagents in the field of Alchemical Sciences. But, he did manage to pause; slowly place a hand to the cummerbund upon his throat; gentle adjust... And turn to regard Killashandra with a piercing... But reasonably friendly gaze, "Greetings! I do apologize but my mind works in a very linear fashion when it comes to multiple people; and often responding is not as quick as I would like. It is a pleasure to meet you, Madam Ree." And with that; a deep, almost stately bow is given, "I introduced myself to the boy, but I shall again; I am Nicholas Dorne, M.D." He paused... Forgetting something obviously for a moment.
"Oh, a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Well, at least he was well mannered right?
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jun 28, 2016 19:35:45 GMT
"The issue is less a physical thing such as sleep than a long descent into mild paranoia and meticulousness driven madness, m'lord. Nothing more or less than that- it's what happens when one partakes too little of ale and too much of his own experiments." He had to pout at that, "... Ahehah... Mhn." This was actually getting uncomfortable for the poor man; seems that he really wasn't used to people here yet. He truly had to note how strange it was to meet people being truly friendly. It worried him terribly.
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Post by Wisna (Aiden Fisher) on Jun 29, 2016 5:00:43 GMT
Aiden gave the pale doctor a worried look before pulling an apple from the bag. He walked up to Nicholas, offering him the apple and gave a cheerful smile. "If you get that sick from doing experiments you should take a break, Mr. Nicholas. My Uncle always said rest is just as important as work is."
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jun 29, 2016 9:32:55 GMT
"That would be, again Doctor." Simply states the rather small; shrimpy looking man who's pale flesh flushed with annoyance. All while his sunken eyes were once upon Aiden, "Please do not forget that. It's more respectful, even if the profession I chose was not that of adventurer or warrior. And yes, while a 'break' is all well and good- I am doing so now actually, the health risks of me not working are... Catostrophic? Yes, that is the right word..." That thin, small, smile was one that wasn't quite patronizing, "Hehahahaa..."
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Post by killashandra on Jun 29, 2016 20:53:16 GMT
Killashandra watches them as the tea starts to boil. Giving a sigh at how the new members is acting she pulls the pot of the heat and starts to pore the water into enough cups for everyone and sits the cups down on the counter in front of them. "So your an alchemist then Doctor, been awhile since I met another one. I myself am one by trade, though I am not the best."
She turns to Zandack and thinks for a few moments. "To be honest with you what I know of demons is what I what I had only read recently with a few hear say from he fey. As for the one that was summoned, well It looked to be made of jelly glob of shadow. tall very tall and it looked like it could stretch. It didn't speak as such from what I was told, I ..... I went down before it even got fully out of the summon, but from what I was told it can touch your mind to talk to you and it can suck or drain you life with a touch."
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Post by killashandra on Jul 2, 2016 16:06:46 GMT
Killashandra sips at her tea looking a little sad. "From what I was told he died from a fall. I don't really know the details. If you don't mind my asking why are after this demon, not that its a bad thing, I myself want to kill it." She leans on the wall still looking up at the three of them with a calm but sad smile.
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Post by Wisna (Aiden Fisher) on Jul 3, 2016 17:09:25 GMT
Aiden blinked and then looked at the apple he had offered Nicholas. "Ah... well if you need to work Mr.- Dr. Nicholas, I guess you should." He shrugged and went to put the apple back in the apple bag. As he approached and put it in he couldn't help but over-hear Killshandra's discussion with Zandack. Placing the apple in the bag he froze and stiffened before turning around to face Killashandra. "Mr. Vicros... died?" The happy glint in his eyes faded and he looked down at the ground. No way... another friend dead? First Gregor, and now Vicros? Why was the world so cruel?
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Post by killashandra on Jul 3, 2016 19:38:27 GMT
Killashandra sets her tea cup down and turns to Aiden giving me a sad look forgetting he is still a kid. "Thats what I heard, I don't know the details." Lowering her head she mutters to herself and kicks the ground. "I feel like I cheated, Knowing i died once already, and we have lost more members since, I can't be so important that I was the only lucky one."
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Post by Wisna (Aiden Fisher) on Jul 3, 2016 23:42:31 GMT
Aiden looked up at Killashandra, his shoulders slumped. Everyone was probably full of emotions and regret. It seemed like every other day someone was dying, and him moping about wasn't going to help. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and then stood up straight and gave a smile to Killashandra, his eyes were cold though. "I guess as my Uncle Cain would say, you have a reason for still being alive, a purpose of some sort." The boy took an apple out of the bag again and tossed it up and down as he spoke. "We all have the same goal even if it's for different reasons, and that's to stop Oliver. Don't feel like it's unfair Ms. Killashandra, just embrace it and carry on for those that have passed in the name of the revolution. I say we keep our focus on the goal at hand. Not only for us, but for them too. Excuse me."
Aiden continued to throw the apple up and down as he stepped out of Killashandra's small shop. After turning a corner he found a nearby tree and hurled the shiny red apple at it. The apple smashed against the tree with a splat and fell to the dirt in piece. Breathing heavily, he took a step back and looked at his hand. This wasn't a game. The past days had showed him that. They all could die at any moment, without reason. He was starting to understand that the world wasn't a fair place. Gripping his fist tightly he strode to the archery range. "There's no way..." He growled beneath his breath. "There's no way I'm dying." Gregor, a person he had considered a close friend, was dead now. And Vicros too. If he died before the revolution was successful, how would he be able to face his friends in the afterlife?
Aiden walked the rest of the way to the range in silence. Once he approached the range he walked forward and stood yards away from the target. With bow in hand and quiver on his back, Aiden took a deep breath and raised his bow while knocking an arrow into it. Pulling the string back he closed his eyes and let the soft wind blow through his hair as he stood there for a moment, remembering the short time he had with Vicros, a talented archer and logical man. He was usually the voice of reason in the party, and often led them astray from their demise. Aiden smirked as he remembered the man speaking to the statues in the temple of Karkuul. IT was quite an amazing moment, and he was quite an amazing person indeed. The young man opened his eyes and let the arrow loose. It flew through the air and stuck itself into the red eight marker.
Frowning, Aiden knocked an arrow and closed his left eye as he fired off another shot, this time hitting right next to the bullseye for nine points. Being in the revolution wasn't a game. He lowered his bow, staring off into the distance. This was a dangerous task indeed. But everyone was fighting for something they believed in. Something worth more than their own life. He himself could lose his life at any moment too, just as he almost did on the escort mission. He knocked another arrow. This was not the time a time to cry. He would carry on the will of those who had fallen, and with their will, he would put a stop to Oliver's tyranny.
[Aiden is out of the RP]
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jul 4, 2016 9:21:08 GMT
Nicholas had really been a bit flabberghasted by what was going on. Were they talking to him? Or were they ignoring him; or was he ignoring them? It was hard to really tell because it all seemed to happen so quickly. Questions tossed about and answered; before he even had a chance to respond. Nothing but a mild spluttering of confusion and a few 'wuh' and 'uh' were tossed about. But, really; he cursed himself m,entally for not having prepared himself for this amount of human activity. Especially since he was a newer member of the Dawn and hadn't truthfully been about enough to speak to everyone who he found pertinent to do so. And thus, confused- Zandack finally asked a question he could pounce upon. A rock of solidarity in this slew of wordplay that left him aghast in the dust.
"Hm? Oh, my lack of concern is quite simple. If it is such a creature, which I believe is just hearsay; we lack the ability to combat it- we are not the ultimate warriors. Oliver might be a tyrant, a fool; a tool- and furthermore many other more nasty things, but he is under the thumb of the church. And the church dislikes such creatures, surely as you could attest o'scholar." This was said a bit more than matter-of-factly, "Or, were you going to rush off, embrace the church's ways and their 'love' of the king and help combat this atrocity- throwing aside your hatred for the greater good? I mean, if you're saying we should worry about a demon we may-well worry more about being attacked by dragons for all the ability we have to stop that."
Simply put, he didn't care because he knew it was pointless to postulate upon an event as such or really to proselytize others toward his way of thinking...
"But, if you must know I do fear for my safety in such a matter... But as it is not the here and now- I can worry about that more when I'm not worried about finding a place to set up my study." He then took a rather deep bow, "Have you a rebut sir? Or may I take my leave..."
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Post by Nicholas Dorne on Jul 4, 2016 19:57:53 GMT
Nicholas knew this was sarcasm, and he just bore a thin smile, "And your sarcasm needs a bit more work; just so you know. And how, might I ask; would you know the demon knows where we're at hm? This is quite the curious thing to ponder." He did however step back once more; turn and offer a slightly mocking wave, "But I do digress if it's that much of a fearful thing, then I'm sure that you can find others fool hardy enough to face it. I, meanwhile; will be doing what I can to heal your wounds when you come back. Because I did not sign up for that, you're right; I'm here to atone for what I have done. To heal wounds, my own or others; is my calling..."
That said he did continue out, "Good day sir." And with that, he stalks on out without much incident. Time to go practice medicine making... Somewhere not flammable- hopefully.
(Nicholas is out of the RP for now.)
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Post by killashandra on Jul 12, 2016 1:59:10 GMT
Killashandra watches them all leave one after the other not knowing what to say to any of them or the topic at hand with them all. She moves back to setting up her shop mumbling to herself. "I miss the days when the only thing I had to worry about was one of the little folk stealing form my bag." picking up a table as if it was nothing and ignoring how odd it was for her small body to move it around she grunts setting it into place."Hell's bells, why did I even take the Dawn's offer to many people here, to many people to get close to. Koya....I wonder if she would hate how I turned out with out her."
Giving herself a few slaps in the face she gets back to work. "At least there is no fey here to make a mess of the place, though I could use a few brownies to help with the cleaning." Stepping up onto of the table she starts to hammer in a rack to hold her old great sword with family crest craved into the blade. stepping back and frowning she sits down and pulls out some cloth to make a tapestry to hang with sword. "I wonder if anyone will know the symbol for the seelie tree or not? I need to get a pet or something so I am not just talking to myself all the time."
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Post by blithelight on Jul 12, 2016 3:45:14 GMT
Tomond stood on the inner thresh hold of the building, keeping himself quiet noticing that Killashandra was speaking. He knew after a few seconds that she was speaking to herself, but still waited for her to finish before making it known that he was within the building. He tapped three times on the inner side of the door frame, giving a soft cough after he had done so.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything I was hoping that I would be able to ask a few questions of you. I've been trying to do some research into Fey's, and I heard you were one of the people to speak to in regards to that. Would the little rumor I was given be true?"
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Post by killashandra on Jul 12, 2016 11:02:31 GMT
Killashandra's head pops up as she jumps off the table and look up at the man. Looking him over taking a moment to think about what he said. "Um fey? Oh...yeah I know about the fey a bit anyway." She moves to corner and starts up some more tea. "Have a seat and sorry about the mess, I am still setting up shop, Tea?"
Pinching her nose, Killashandra starts to wonder how much the man heard as she mixes in apple skins with the boiling water. her foot starts to tap on the floor as her four foot seven body seems a bit ridged in front of the stranger. she never liked it when people snick up on her when she was talking to herself.
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