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

[thequestgiver]

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!]]

Comments

[tenuefarfalla]

He put Cho in mind of a turtle. He didn't look like he should be able to shoulder his huge burden. Enough so that she felt she had to ask, "Do you need help?" She probably didn't look like she could actually help, especially dressed the way she was. But she could shift the weight and make it easier for him to handle.

ooh baby baby you know what I want >D

[bondsoflove]

He's broken, purposeless, wrong.

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.

Know what you want her to get?

[thequestgiver]

The old man turned, giving her a kindly smile. "Thank you for your kindness, young lady, but this is a burden that I carry as if it were my own soul. I would not wish to be parted from either of them."

[thequestgiver]

"A good day to you, young man," the man greets with a wizened smile. "You have the look of someone searching about you. Something on your mind?"

[bondsoflove]

He surveys for a moment, trying to figure out if the old man wants information from him, or something else. He doesn't trust smiles.

"Purpose," he finally answers. A reason not to fling himself off a bridge. Distraction.

[thequestgiver]

The man chuckled lightly. "Search for it long enough and it becomes it's own answer."

not particularly

[tenuefarfalla]

She nodded, but she still felt compelled to offer. "I could shift the balance of the weight?" She wondered if he'd even know what that meant. No one here seemed to understand magic in the Rowan model. "I'm a Sorceress. I can place the weight under your feet so that it follows you instead of pressing down on you."

[thequestgiver]

"You misunderstand, my dear lady," the man smiled. "There is no need to change what needs no addressing. These are treasures that I have spent my life to gather and see that they return to those who are in need of them. There is no weight to that load."

[bondsoflove]

Eyebrows narrowed. "Don't be fucking cryptic."

[thequestgiver]

Another chuckle. "I am old, young man, and words are not my specialty. Seek anything long enough and the search will be what your purpose becomes."

[folklorist]

[ And the Magic Peddler will find another potential victim buyer today as Helios walks around a bit more chipper and cheerful thanks to his recently healed arm. It's nice not being in tremendous pain and Helios likes it very much. He'll wander over at some point looking at the items with interest. ] This is a rather amazing collection you have.

[goldeneyeball]

"Hey, Grandpa!"

James had been out trying to make some sorry start at a garden with a rusted rake he'd found in the very back of his shed when he spotted a familiar old man. He threw down his tool and came stomping toward him like an angry old rag--which was what he was more or less wearing. A drab grey cloak had replaced his wizard's robes the land had stuffed him into.

God only knew what happened to them.

"I got a bone to pick with you, Methuselah!"

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho's first thought was magic. Strange old peddler in a fairytale kingdom with a circuitous way of speaking and a twinkle in his eye. Add to that the accumulation of a lifetime being carried around as easily as a backpack and she was sold on the idea. "Where are you going?"

[bondsoflove]

"My born purpose is vengeance, but it's been ripped from me," Sasuke elaborated, snarling. "Unless you have some idea of how to soothe my family's ghosts, you're of no use to me."

But he didn't walk away.

[shadedsunlight]

The moment her ribs are healed and she's able to go out again, Ginia is out in the city to pick up gifts for Helios and Giles. The guilt over not being able to help Helios more out in the woods, and for lying to Giles weigh on her. There will be sincere apologies to come to the both of them, but she also wants to get them something else. It's not a bribe, just a reminder of how much they mean to her.

The magic peddler catches her attention, drawn over by the charms and pack full of all sorts of magical goodies and secrets. Ginia's read enough fairy tales to know to be beware of old men bearing magical items, but there's no harm in browsing, right?

((ooc; Would it be okay to get some kind of bracelet or ring that puts Ginia in a good mood while also making her more of a klepto, happy-go-lucky rogue?))

[rutagraveolens]

Rue has never seen anyone like the Magic Peddler before. Items were always brought into District Eleven through tightly sealed creates surrounded by Peacekeepers and handled under careful supervision. That a man was wandering around with a bag brimming with all sorts of curiosities and with so much gold and charms dangling from his wrists was enough to draw the young child's interest instantly.

"what do you have in the bags?"

[thequestgiver]

"Wherever the roads will take me," the man returned pleasantly. "Until I have found all the treasures of the lands and seen them to the hands of those who would do well with them."

[thequestgiver]

"Ghosts are a tricky thing; souls with no place to go and wills with no flesh to move, attached to the living who can't bear to let them go, or to the non living that they couldn't stand to see touched by other hands," the man chuckled. "Are you so full of hate that you would become one yourself?"

Anything specific you want for him?

[thequestgiver]

[[The man grins with a touch of pride.]] The finest collection of wonders of all the lands! Is there something you have a mind for?

[thequestgiver]

The old man looked over with a cheery smile. "Ah yes, I remember you, the wizard, yes? What can I do for you today?"

[thequestgiver]

"Greetings to you on this fine day, young lady," the man smiled pleasantly.

[[OoC: How bout a 'Collector's' charm that gives her the urge to go out hunting for shinies and gives her a big mood boost when she gets one? The downside being that she'll start wanting to go after bigger better things to get that high (like with any drug.)]]

Have anything in mind you want her to get?

[thequestgiver]

"Treasures and wonders from the farthest corners of the land," the man returned with a pleasant smile. "Would you care to see them?"

[tenuefarfalla]

Sounded like it encompassed a hell of a lot more 'world' than just Schwanheim. Which was kind of perfect timing. Cho smiled. "You're a world traveler." And going by the size of his pack, he'd been at it a while. "Have you been beyond the Thorns?"

[thequestgiver]

The man chuckled. "To the Distant Lands? Aye, I have been, long ago when they were not so distant."

[tenuefarfalla]

"Literally distant or figuratively distant?" She looked around them and spotted a small tavern. Odd, she'd never noticed it before. "Could I buy you lunch and pick your brain? I have a lot of questions that no one seems to be able to answer."