eswareinmal | [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!]]

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"Not a whole lot. It's been quiet." Ryo was still watching the old man curiously. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Following the winds, wherever they may call my old bones," the man replied pleasantly.

Ryo's eyes flicked towards the pack the man was carrying. "So you're just wandering around hauling a lot of junk? You can't possibly need all that for traveling." He'd know. He'd spent a lot of time following the wind himself, and all he'd needed had been a motorcycle and a couple changes of clothes. Maybe a little cash.

There was a soft chuckle. "This 'Junk' as you call it is the reason for my travels," the man replied, still smiling.

Once more, Ryo studied the bag. "Really, now." He wondered if the old man had gone a little senile, because that sure did still look like a load of junk to him. "What, you just go around collecting it or something?"

Junk, treasure... the main difference was how many gems it had on it and how enchanted it was.

"You could say that."

Ryo still didn't seem at all impressed. "Good luck with that. If you try to haul too much more with you, you're going to need to get a cart or something."

"Young man, has there never been a thing you have always carried with you so that the burden felt as if it were part of your soul?"

At that, Ryo gave a short, bitter chuckle. "You could say that." Even here, he still had his Seed of Agito...his corrupted Seed. The one that would never be quite right, always somewhat uncontrollable. "But I deal with it."

"Then you understand," the man smiled.

Ryo arched an eyebrow and glanced back at the bag with a gesture. "You can't possibly have that much baggage tied up in...that." Even at the old dude's age, that was a lot of emotional baggage to be hauling around. Why am I even having this conversation? Guy's probably just trying to legitimize his hoarding or whatever...

"That," the man chuckled. "Is a lifetime of exploration. Treasures brought forth from the darkness where they languished to be brought out where they would do good in the world."

Yep. Legitimization of hoarding tendencies. "So you're hauling all that around to do good, then." Ryo was still trying to gauge the old man's senility levels. The old guy seemed quick enough in a conversation, but still, carrying that stuff just wasn't normal.

"You could say that." There was a twinkle in the old man's eyes, a bright intelligence that seemed amused. "Finding the right person to bequeath the proper treasure to takes some time and travel."

"You could always try holding a garage sale. Maybe you'd get lucky and a few of them would come to you." He'd caught that twinkle, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Was the old guy just trying to mess with him? Was he sincere? Was he just a crazy old guy?

The man shook his head slightly with a chuckle. "If I were the sort to sit back and let things come to me, I would not be who I am," he smiled.

"Fair enough." Ryo glanced back at the pack. "But investing in something with wheels probably wouldn't hurt."

"Something with wheels won't get to where I go," the man countered, still smiling. "And if I didn't carry my burden, I might be tempted to keep more of it than I should."

"You'd be surprised where a pair of wheels can take you," Ryo said with a shrug. The old man was talking to a guy who had driven motorcycles in most places a cycle shouldn't be driven...and made a habit of running monsters down with said motorcycle. "But hey, if carrying it around the hard way makes you happy." Ryo shrugged again.

"The finding is what makes me happy," the man smiled with a nod. "And the giving."

"Well, good luck with that, then. Doesn't look like you've seen much cause to give things out, as big as that bag is." Hoarding tendencies. It had to be hoarding tendencies.

"I've given out more things than I can recall, young man," came the reply. "There are just many more that have been collected."

"I'd hate to see what that bag would look like if you didn't give out as much, then. It's still quite the load," Ryo said, wondering how much that bag had to weigh. Possibly just as much as the old man himself.

The man chuckled. "I doubt there would be any one person in the world who could carry it if it were never emptied."

Ryo nodded. "From the way it looks now, yeah, I'm inclined to agree. It'd be impossible without wheels. Or help."

[Log] A sort of magic... do you want it?

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and then I was late again. GOOD JOB SELF.

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