Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
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A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
He quickly drops his suitcase and pops the lid open. Inside sit sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres. He removes to of them and begins to juggle the knife with the balls, his hands flying deftly in a blur of constant motion.
A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
He quickly drops his suitcase and pops the lid open. Inside sit sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres. He removes to of them and begins to juggle the knife with the balls, his hands flying deftly in a blur of constant motion.
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
He quickly drops his suitcase and pops the lid open. Inside sit sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres. He removes to of them and begins to juggle the knife with the balls, his hands flying deftly in a blur of constant motion.
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
He catches the knife and the balls with a flourish and does a short bow. "Thanks!" He flips the knife into the air and catches it by the blade and hands it to you, handle first. "You have sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres too? I wasn't aware that there were more of them. Where'd you find yours?"
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian.
Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather.
You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face.
Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins.
His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.
This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye.
*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
He quickly drops his suitcase and pops the lid open. Inside sit sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres. He removes to of them and begins to juggle the knife with the balls, his hands flying deftly in a blur of constant motion.
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
He catches the knife and the balls with a flourish and does a short bow. "Thanks!" He flips the knife into the air and catches it by the blade and hands it to you, handle first. "You have sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres too? I wasn't aware that there were more of them. Where'd you find yours?"
He shrugs. "I just found them in the bed of my truck a few weeks ago. They're really cool though. Like giant 8 balls without the 8."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
He catches the knife and the balls with a flourish and does a short bow. "Thanks!" He flips the knife into the air and catches it by the blade and hands it to you, handle first. "You have sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres too? I wasn't aware that there were more of them. Where'd you find yours?"
He shrugs. "I just found them in the bed of my truck a few weeks ago. They're really cool though. Like giant 8 balls without the 8."
"I was given mine by an old street performer. He liked my juggling and offered me the balls. Said he was too old to keep performing. Never saw the dude again, which was strange. I used to see him on the street corner just about every day."
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
"Really? I guess it's a bit more common than I thought. Any idea what these were meant for- I mean, besides really impractical paperweights? I've been trying to figure that out for a while."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
He catches the knife and the balls with a flourish and does a short bow. "Thanks!" He flips the knife into the air and catches it by the blade and hands it to you, handle first. "You have sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres too? I wasn't aware that there were more of them. Where'd you find yours?"
He shrugs. "I just found them in the bed of my truck a few weeks ago. They're really cool though. Like giant 8 balls without the 8."
"I was given mine by an old street performer. He liked my juggling and offered me the balls. Said he was too old to keep performing. Never saw the dude again, which was strange. I used to see him on the street corner just about every day."
Calvin's eyebrows scrunch up. "Huh, that is strange. And like, I dunno who gave me mine, so this is definitely getting mighty interesting real quick."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
"Really? I guess it's a bit more common than I thought. Any idea what these were meant for- I mean, besides really impractical paperweights? I've been trying to figure that out for a while."
"Yeh I just lined my garden with them, in my backyard. Decoration, mostly. Everything's been growing really good though, maybe they're a lucky kinda thing ya know?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"I was given mine by an old street performer. He liked my juggling and offered me the balls. Said he was too old to keep performing. Never saw the dude again, which was strange. I used to see him on the street corner just about every day."
Calvin's eyebrows scrunch up. "Huh, that is strange. And like, I dunno who gave me mine, so this is definitely getting mighty interesting real quick."
"Uh huh." He idly juggles two of the balls in one hand as he thinks, "I wonder if they could be the work of some artist. A sculptors forgotten pieces perhaps?"
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
"Really? I guess it's a bit more common than I thought. Any idea what these were meant for- I mean, besides really impractical paperweights? I've been trying to figure that out for a while."
"Yeh I just lined my garden with them, in my backyard. Decoration, mostly. Everything's been growing really good though, maybe they're a lucky kinda thing ya know?"
"Maybe. I never really tried to do much with them, in case they're somehow valuable. I haven't found any seams or cracks in them to suggest there's anything inside..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I was given mine by an old street performer. He liked my juggling and offered me the balls. Said he was too old to keep performing. Never saw the dude again, which was strange. I used to see him on the street corner just about every day."
Calvin's eyebrows scrunch up. "Huh, that is strange. And like, I dunno who gave me mine, so this is definitely getting mighty interesting real quick."
"Uh huh." He idly juggles two of the balls in one hand as he thinks, "I wonder if they could be the work of some artist. A sculptors forgotten pieces perhaps?"
He nods in agreement. "Yeaaah yeah that could be it. Maybe they were once part of some machine thingy that like, cavemen used. Like ball bearings."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
"Really? I guess it's a bit more common than I thought. Any idea what these were meant for- I mean, besides really impractical paperweights? I've been trying to figure that out for a while."
"Yeh I just lined my garden with them, in my backyard. Decoration, mostly. Everything's been growing really good though, maybe they're a lucky kinda thing ya know?"
"Maybe. I never really tried to do much with them, in case they're somehow valuable. I haven't found any seams or cracks in them to suggest there's anything inside..."
He laughs. "Yeah, hopefully they're not eggs or nothin."
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Marie laughs as well. "Wouldn't that be a twist?" Marie picks up one of the alabaster orbs. "I've been debating cracking one open to see what's inside."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Calvin, unless the top-hatted man wants to talk/interact with him more, decides to check out the shop. He loves things, and what I mean by that is he loves things you can hold in your hands, mess with, use, etc.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Sorry, I missed this.*
"That's a wonderfully crafted blade. Do you mind?" He says, asking if he can hold it.
*you're chillin*
"Only a tiny bit... just kiddin, here ya go." He hands it over.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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He quickly drops his suitcase and pops the lid open. Inside sit sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres. He removes to of them and begins to juggle the knife with the balls, his hands flying deftly in a blur of constant motion.
"YoooOOOO!! That's so sick geez bro... hey is that... 16? I got 16 balls too. Well, like, these obsidian bowling ball sized things, not.. anyways. You're an awesome juggler though!"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
He catches the knife and the balls with a flourish and does a short bow. "Thanks!" He flips the knife into the air and catches it by the blade and hands it to you, handle first. "You have sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres too? I wasn't aware that there were more of them. Where'd you find yours?"
The chime of the door resonates once more, and Marie looks up at the new customer from behind the counter. "Hi! If you have any questions about something you like, feel free to ask!"
The antique store isn't exactly cluttered, per se, though most of the shelves and tables are full of assorted curios. You could name virtually any type of general non-electronic object and odds are, there'd be at least one. On a table towards the back of the store is a group of sixteen oddly circular orbs of alabaster, with nothing else occupying that table's surface.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He shrugs. "I just found them in the bed of my truck a few weeks ago. They're really cool though. Like giant 8 balls without the 8."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Calvin wanders pleasantly, enjoying the atmosphere. Then he notices the 16 spheres, and immediately gets more curious. He approaches the table. "Kinda like mine.." he mutters to himself.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Marie glances over and notices his interest in the alabaster orbs, heading out from behind the counter towards him.
"Oh, the spheres... Those actually aren't for sale. Everything else on the shelves is, though. Probably should have put a sign up or something to clarify."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh it's alright, funnily enough I like, uh... 16 myself! Why do I keep running into people with 16 balls??"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"I was given mine by an old street performer. He liked my juggling and offered me the balls. Said he was too old to keep performing. Never saw the dude again, which was strange. I used to see him on the street corner just about every day."
"Really? I guess it's a bit more common than I thought. Any idea what these were meant for- I mean, besides really impractical paperweights? I've been trying to figure that out for a while."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Calvin's eyebrows scrunch up. "Huh, that is strange. And like, I dunno who gave me mine, so this is definitely getting mighty interesting real quick."
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"Yeh I just lined my garden with them, in my backyard. Decoration, mostly. Everything's been growing really good though, maybe they're a lucky kinda thing ya know?"
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"Uh huh." He idly juggles two of the balls in one hand as he thinks, "I wonder if they could be the work of some artist. A sculptors forgotten pieces perhaps?"
"Maybe. I never really tried to do much with them, in case they're somehow valuable. I haven't found any seams or cracks in them to suggest there's anything inside..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods in agreement. "Yeaaah yeah that could be it. Maybe they were once part of some machine thingy that like, cavemen used. Like ball bearings."
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He laughs. "Yeah, hopefully they're not eggs or nothin."
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Marie laughs as well. "Wouldn't that be a twist?" Marie picks up one of the alabaster orbs. "I've been debating cracking one open to see what's inside."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)