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eswareinmal2012-06-02 10:53 am
goldeneyeball) wrote in eswareinmal2012-06-02 10:53 am
Action Log: 4th of RD
Characters: JW and YOU.
Open: YUP.
Where: Anywhere!
When: Around mid-day.
What:JW is trying to get through his day after realizing just how good he magic'd that skull onto his face.
Warnings: JW's mouth idk.
"LADY! Lady, please!"
"Get out! Demon! Devil! Monster!" The woman in the spice stall threw spoons and heavy recipe books at James as he backpedaled out of range. And could you blame her? A tall, gangly, skull-faced creature busts up into her shop swearing about the price of a good pair of shoes, what else was she supposed to do?
It was rare that spells called for salt and there were only so many places a body could find the stuff. He'd been forced into town and hated it with every step. He wasn't wearing his masquerade skull to make a statement. He'd magic'd it into place a little too good. After waking from fitful dreams, he'd tried to undo the strap in the back and found that it did little good. The skull's jaws moved with his jaws. It frowned as he frowned, warping unnaturally. Every time sweat dripped from his brow onto his cheek, he feared it was the bone melding with his actual face.
He had to finish the spell unless he wanted to find a mob at his door with the next moon.
"Good God..." JW rubbed his shoulder and picked up his shoulder-bag he'd brought with him. That had been a pretty heavy book.
The ingredient list in his robe sleeve took him all over town. He needed salt, sheep intestine, wax...a few choice plants, a few flakes of steel...
He really wished he had a good pair of shoes.
Open: YUP.
Where: Anywhere!
When: Around mid-day.
What:JW is trying to get through his day after realizing just how good he magic'd that skull onto his face.
Warnings: JW's mouth idk.
"LADY! Lady, please!"
"Get out! Demon! Devil! Monster!" The woman in the spice stall threw spoons and heavy recipe books at James as he backpedaled out of range. And could you blame her? A tall, gangly, skull-faced creature busts up into her shop swearing about the price of a good pair of shoes, what else was she supposed to do?
It was rare that spells called for salt and there were only so many places a body could find the stuff. He'd been forced into town and hated it with every step. He wasn't wearing his masquerade skull to make a statement. He'd magic'd it into place a little too good. After waking from fitful dreams, he'd tried to undo the strap in the back and found that it did little good. The skull's jaws moved with his jaws. It frowned as he frowned, warping unnaturally. Every time sweat dripped from his brow onto his cheek, he feared it was the bone melding with his actual face.
He had to finish the spell unless he wanted to find a mob at his door with the next moon.
"Good God..." JW rubbed his shoulder and picked up his shoulder-bag he'd brought with him. That had been a pretty heavy book.
The ingredient list in his robe sleeve took him all over town. He needed salt, sheep intestine, wax...a few choice plants, a few flakes of steel...
He really wished he had a good pair of shoes.
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"I'd appreciate it."
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Helios nods and smiles then, though, "of course. Is there anything else you needed?" He'll look inquiringly over at James as he turns to walk off towards the farmers market.
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"I gotta see a man about some intestine...but you could save me time by finding bee's wax? Do they even have bee keepers in this place?"
What if they were horrible mutant fairytale bees...
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"B-Beeswax. I-I can certainly look around for that..." He'll look around the town for a second. "Maybe they h-have some hives outside of the town. In, in the fields you know? I-I know they have honey from somewhere." He used it in his tea just this morning after all.
"I'm sure there's one around at least."
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