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eswareinmal2012-08-14 08:56 am
thequestgiver) wrote in eswareinmal2012-08-14 08:56 am
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[Log] A sort of magic... do you want it?
Characters: The Magic Peddler
Open? Yes~
Where: Everywhere~
When: All day the 15th of Rebirth's Decline.
What: The Magic Peddler is out selling his wares. What plot significant magical and cursed little doodad will your character acquire?
He's a slightly wizened old man; the large pack on his back has bent him over the years and his long grey beard looks to have not seen much of a comb in years. Yet he is clean, his brown tunic studded with light green tile that look like faded lily pads drifting in a muddied swamp, washed out from sun and wash. The charms hanging from the gold bands adorning his arms glitter, polished white and smooth as they clink together with every step.
There's something about him that draws the curiosity. The hopeful, the unguarded, the ambitious, those who have much to gain, those who have little to lose. He has something for them all, hidden treasures none have ever unearthed before. What is waiting for you, inside his pack?
[[OoC: All items from the Magic Peddler are two fold in nature, often cursed as well as blessed, and can often be lurking plot devices. If you have a specific sort of object you'd like your character to get, PM or stick it in your reply!]]
Open? Yes~
Where: Everywhere~
When: All day the 15th of Rebirth's Decline.
What: The Magic Peddler is out selling his wares. What plot significant magical and cursed little doodad will your character acquire?
He's a slightly wizened old man; the large pack on his back has bent him over the years and his long grey beard looks to have not seen much of a comb in years. Yet he is clean, his brown tunic studded with light green tile that look like faded lily pads drifting in a muddied swamp, washed out from sun and wash. The charms hanging from the gold bands adorning his arms glitter, polished white and smooth as they clink together with every step.
There's something about him that draws the curiosity. The hopeful, the unguarded, the ambitious, those who have much to gain, those who have little to lose. He has something for them all, hidden treasures none have ever unearthed before. What is waiting for you, inside his pack?
[[OoC: All items from the Magic Peddler are two fold in nature, often cursed as well as blessed, and can often be lurking plot devices. If you have a specific sort of object you'd like your character to get, PM or stick it in your reply!]]
ooh baby baby you know what I want >D
Restless, he leaves his room out the window. He doesn't know where he's going, what he'll do; all he knows is that existence hurts and moving makes it better. Barely.
It's an inexplicable whim that draws him to the old man. A smell, maybe? Or a glimmer in the air. He doesn't give a shit. It's something--anything--to keep his mind off his own shameful weakness and self-hatred.
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"Purpose," he finally answers. A reason not to fling himself off a bridge. Distraction.
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But he didn't walk away.
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"I don't really care what happens after I die as long as I achieve my purpose first," he said, flatly. "But I can't do that from here. The next step is to escape. I don't suppose you have any suggestions."
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"From this shithole."
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He kept his face blank, but paid rapt attention. "Do you have a map?"
He'll get his class change later, it seems :)
No problem.
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Growling through gritted teeth, he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and yanked him close to snarl in his face.
"I mean back to my world, not off on some wild fucking goose chase."
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But if Sasuke turned to glare back at the old man, he would find him vanished as if he had never been.
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Cryptic, he was going to say, but when he turned the man was gone.
The sounds of frustrated snarling and kicking of rocks, along with a small fire burst into existence uncalled, could be heard from the area surrounding him.