He sighs again and follows, his shadow detaching once more to carry his case. "So, what's the issue? I know a bit of magic, and I might be able to help."
"I've got a tough customer, and he wants a wooden bed frame. The problem is, he weighs more than any wood I know of that will support him without the use of other materials. It has to be only wood.. Thats where the issue is, reinforcing the wood enough."
"Hmm... have you tried the Quality Assurance spell? Most artificers know it well enough to get a basic enhancement off. It just boosts durability and can outright prevent at least one major break per spell level. I put it on my waxworks when I need them to last."
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”
"Sure." He rolls up his sleeves, then flicks his wrist, seemingly conjuring a little photo of her on high-quality parchment. He holds up a hand as if to say 'hold up, not yet,' then produces a normal-looking gold coin (with her senses she can probably tell it's a counterfeit made of fool's gold) with the same trick and rubs the two items together. He does this for about ten seconds, then holds up the two again, revealing that the faces somehow swapped. He flips her the coin with her face. "Keep the change. After all, it's got your name on it."
If she takes even a moment to examine it, she finds that it does (just the first, though), and he disappears without a trace, along with his shadow and bag.
"Hmm... have you tried the Quality Assurance spell? Most artificers know it well enough to get a basic enhancement off. It just boosts durability and can outright prevent at least one major break per spell level. I put it on my waxworks when I need them to last."
"Yes, I did! He said he didn't like the smell of the magic!" he scoffs, opening the door for Theodore. "I'm not one to give up on a tricksy order, but I might have to."
He thinks for a minute, walking inside and nodding his head in thanks. "Does the wood have to be in the state 'wood' by the end of it? I mean, if it looks like wood, smells like wood, and even feels like wood, does it really matter if it's made of, say, paper? 'Cause I can do some serious tricks with paper. Learned them from some monks who came down from a monastery to make fun of the peasants' beer. They used to be katashiro mages a long time ago, but they had to learn how to make stronger papers without magic when their foes learned how to track magic by scent."
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”
"Sure." He rolls up his sleeves, then flicks his wrist, seemingly conjuring a little photo of her on high-quality parchment. He holds up a hand as if to say 'hold up, not yet,' then produces a normal-looking gold coin (with her senses she can probably tell it's a counterfeit made of fool's gold) with the same trick and rubs the two items together. He does this for about ten seconds, then holds up the two again, revealing that the faces somehow swapped. He flips her the coin with her face. "Keep the change. After all, it's got your name on it."
If she takes even a moment to examine it, she finds that it does (just the first, though), and he disappears without a trace, along with his shadow and bag.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”
"Sure." He rolls up his sleeves, then flicks his wrist, seemingly conjuring a little photo of her on high-quality parchment. He holds up a hand as if to say 'hold up, not yet,' then produces a normal-looking gold coin (with her senses she can probably tell it's a counterfeit made of fool's gold) with the same trick and rubs the two items together. He does this for about ten seconds, then holds up the two again, revealing that the faces somehow swapped. He flips her the coin with her face. "Keep the change. After all, it's got your name on it."
If she takes even a moment to examine it, she finds that it does (just the first, though), and he disappears without a trace, along with his shadow and bag.
*That is quite lovely indeed, I like them.*
*He deserves your love. He's a great magician, he just doesn't have a lot of the confidence necessary to perform in front of a crowd.*
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”
"Sure." He rolls up his sleeves, then flicks his wrist, seemingly conjuring a little photo of her on high-quality parchment. He holds up a hand as if to say 'hold up, not yet,' then produces a normal-looking gold coin (with her senses she can probably tell it's a counterfeit made of fool's gold) with the same trick and rubs the two items together. He does this for about ten seconds, then holds up the two again, revealing that the faces somehow swapped. He flips her the coin with her face. "Keep the change. After all, it's got your name on it."
If she takes even a moment to examine it, she finds that it does (just the first, though), and he disappears without a trace, along with his shadow and bag.
*That is quite lovely indeed, I like them.*
*He deserves your love. He's a great magician, he just doesn't have a lot of the confidence necessary to perform in front of a crowd.*
*Which means he has the qualities I find most entertaining. I hope you do like playing him, because I want to see more of them.*
"Hmm... have you tried the Quality Assurance spell? Most artificers know it well enough to get a basic enhancement off. It just boosts durability and can outright prevent at least one major break per spell level. I put it on my waxworks when I need them to last."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
His arm slowly drops back to his side, not saying anything because of what she said earlier, leaning into the warmth.
He walks off to prepare. (Good place to end. Want anyone else?)
She makes the face again, “Less… medical knowledge more… blood work.” She flashes her fangs.
"Sure." He rolls up his sleeves, then flicks his wrist, seemingly conjuring a little photo of her on high-quality parchment. He holds up a hand as if to say 'hold up, not yet,' then produces a normal-looking gold coin (with her senses she can probably tell it's a counterfeit made of fool's gold) with the same trick and rubs the two items together. He does this for about ten seconds, then holds up the two again, revealing that the faces somehow swapped. He flips her the coin with her face. "Keep the change. After all, it's got your name on it."
If she takes even a moment to examine it, she finds that it does (just the first, though), and he disappears without a trace, along with his shadow and bag.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He thinks for a minute, walking inside and nodding his head in thanks. "Does the wood have to be in the state 'wood' by the end of it? I mean, if it looks like wood, smells like wood, and even feels like wood, does it really matter if it's made of, say, paper? 'Cause I can do some serious tricks with paper. Learned them from some monks who came down from a monastery to make fun of the peasants' beer. They used to be katashiro mages a long time ago, but they had to learn how to make stronger papers without magic when their foes learned how to track magic by scent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
For just a moment, he smirks, before getting more comfortable in the bed, leaning onto their touch.
Paracelsus is nearby, as she usually is, finishing up another bomb she made.
She chuckles, “Don’t worry, I’m just… close enough to be considered a vampire. Nothing more, nothing less.”
*That is quite lovely indeed, I like them.*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Cut for Salem.*
He begins to fall asleep, closing his eyes as he rests in the bed, going into unconsciousness.
She pops out a hip, putting her hand on it and cackling “I can only wonder why.”
“You won’t have to worry about that. How are you doing? I feel so ashamed I haven’t asked you until now.”
*He deserves your love. He's a great magician, he just doesn't have a lot of the confidence necessary to perform in front of a crowd.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Good place to end if you want to. Want anyone else?)
She tilts her head, walking over to look at the note, “Maybe I ate one of the wrong mushrooms.”
“I’m doing wonderfully myself as well, I think my pet’s egg is going to hatch soon, which will be lovely.”
*Which means he has the qualities I find most entertaining. I hope you do like playing him, because I want to see more of them.*
*Okay, here ya go.*
Rag is working on his garden after fixing the crater he made outside of the house, humming softly.
She lies down next to them, “It doesn’t matter now, I don’t think I’ve met any hot doctors recently.”
“You should see them, they are just adorable, and their child will be even cuter.”
*Was looking for songs for Theodore, and I found a neat once from a few days ago.*
*If you guys have any ideas so far, I'm up to hearing them.*
*Note, this song in particular is based on his perception of himself, not necessarily the reality of his condition.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels