*And that is fine. We can continue on a later date if need be.*
The ferret man puts his glasses back on, looks a bit surprised for a second, then walks over. He crouches down in front of it, not considering the possibility that it could be a threat. He does his best not to wake the beast as he admires it.
*Sweet.*
After a few moments the thing's eyes open slowly to stare right at you. They glance at the car behind you and then back at your ferrety face. "Well call me Cerberus." speaks the dog-thing.
He stands up to give them some personal space and takes the lollipop out of his mouth. He grunts a bit as he pulls himself up on his cane. "Cerberus... are you a guardian of sorts?"
"Sure." He smiles from his position on the doormat. "What reason do you have to be granted entry?"
“I can’t understand nearly any words you’re saying. Either you work for me, and you get to mess with machines all day, or you die. Simple options really.” He says, walking back behind the counter.
He gives a little cough. "Clempzcrew iz ma name iz whut I zaid and I thank I alzo zaid that I'd be happy to work for yoo."
He nods slowly “Okay, I’m going to call you Clem. I’m Jason, Jason Asano.” He gestures for them to come behind the counter with them, Collin disappointed they don’t get to tear them apart.
He leaps from the floor, through the air and over the counter with one great motion. "Call me Clem all yoo like, Jazon Azano!"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
The ferret man with the bucket hat and bug-themed cane walks over, taking in the scenery. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded handkerchief with something in it. "Hello. Are you working right now?"
He looks down at them, fluffing his mane and smiling at them “I do happen to be working right now, would you like your future read my friend?” He asks, shuffling the cards with a charismatic grin.
He shakes his head, his glasses becoming crooked. "No thank you. Learning about my future usually just stresses me out, even if it does turn out to be a good thing." He holds out the folded piece of cloth. "Do you like beetles? I found a really nice one."
He rubs his chin before shrugging “I wouldn’t be against, I’m not the largest fan of any bug, but I’m not against them. I only really hate lice and fleas but that’s because it always ends up getting in my mane one way or another.” He chuckles.
He leaps from the floor, through the air and over the counter with one great motion. "Call me Clem all yoo like, Jazon Azano!"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
"Yez pleez." He leaps from the floor to the counter. His black beetle eyes shine as the gaze upon the Materia.
"You are putting a lot of trust into this little imp." says Ratch.
He stands up to give them some personal space and takes the lollipop out of his mouth. He grunts a bit as he pulls himself up on his cane. "Cerberus... are you a guardian of sorts?"
"Sure." He smiles from his position on the doormat. "What reason do you have to be granted entry?"
"I bought this house." He thinks for a bit. "I can't fight to protect it very well, but I'll maintain it and do my best to appease and befriend the spirits inside. While I was looking at the pictures on the website, I saw some signs of neglected Hobbs, Vermin Spirits, and possibly even a Nisse or Domovoy." He looks away, eyes wandering the house itself. "I can only imagine it wasn't easy for them to stay here without a Host. The house itself looks hungry too. I just hope it wasn't really a Domovoy. That would mean it was orphaned, and I wouldn't be able to live here safely with it." He looks back at Cerberus. "I don't know how much that matters. I was invited to town, and this place looked like it would suit my needs well."
He leaps from the floor, through the air and over the counter with one great motion. "Call me Clem all yoo like, Jazon Azano!"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
"Yez pleez." He leaps from the floor to the counter. His black beetle eyes shine as the gaze upon the Materia.
"You are putting a lot of trust into this little imp." says Ratch.
He hands them a purple Materia, “This allows someone to enhance their combat abilities after dodging, I don’t know how I made it, but it works perfectly.” He turns to Ratch, leaving the pure magic orb with the Imp “It’s simple, either he dies, or he’s trustworthy. We will see.” He says, with the cold logic of a killer, despite his warm smile.
He shakes his head, his glasses becoming crooked. "No thank you. Learning about my future usually just stresses me out, even if it does turn out to be a good thing." He holds out the folded piece of cloth. "Do you like beetles? I found a really nice one."
He rubs his chin before shrugging “I wouldn’t be against, I’m not the largest fan of any bug, but I’m not against them. I only really hate lice and fleas but that’s because it always ends up getting in my mane one way or another.” He chuckles.
He nods and opens the handkerchief, revealing... nothing. The ferret delicately points and gestures to the invisible creature, describing it and explaining its anatomy. "...and its humanoid face shows me that it's an Insect Spirit. They seem to be pretty common out here, and docile as well. Plenty for them to feed on. Most insect spirits are ravenous, but these ones seem very conte-" he pauses as he looks away. "There it goes. I hope I'll see it again sometime."
"I bought this house." He thinks for a bit. "I can't fight to protect it very well, but I'll maintain it and do my best to appease and befriend the spirits inside. While I was looking at the pictures on the website, I saw some signs of neglected Hobbs, Vermin Spirits, and possibly even a Nisse or Domovoy." He looks away, eyes wandering the house itself. "I can only imagine it wasn't easy for them to stay here without a Host. The house itself looks hungry too. I just hope it wasn't really a Domovoy. That would mean it was orphaned, and I wouldn't be able to live here safely with it." He looks back at Cerberus. "I don't know how much that matters. I was invited to town, and this place looked like it would suit my needs well."
"Sounds like a good enough reason to me." He says with an amused smile. "You seem like you'll fit into this town well. Where are you moving from?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
He shakes his head, his glasses becoming crooked. "No thank you. Learning about my future usually just stresses me out, even if it does turn out to be a good thing." He holds out the folded piece of cloth. "Do you like beetles? I found a really nice one."
He rubs his chin before shrugging “I wouldn’t be against, I’m not the largest fan of any bug, but I’m not against them. I only really hate lice and fleas but that’s because it always ends up getting in my mane one way or another.” He chuckles.
He nods and opens the handkerchief, revealing... nothing. The ferret delicately points and gestures to the invisible creature, describing it and explaining its anatomy. "...and its humanoid face shows me that it's an Insect Spirit. They seem to be pretty common out here, and docile as well. Plenty for them to feed on. Most insect spirits are ravenous, but these ones seem very conte-" he pauses as he looks away. "There it goes. I hope I'll see it again sometime."
He looks around, though he’s deeply confused considering he didn’t see anything “Ummmm, I hate to say this, but I didn’t see anything. Was there something here? From the way you describe it you saw it, but myself I didn’t see anything, it’s strange.”
He leaps from the floor, through the air and over the counter with one great motion. "Call me Clem all yoo like, Jazon Azano!"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
"Yez pleez." He leaps from the floor to the counter. His black beetle eyes shine as the gaze upon the Materia.
"You are putting a lot of trust into this little imp." says Ratch.
He hands them a purple Materia, “This allows someone to enhance their combat abilities after dodging, I don’t know how I made it, but it works perfectly.” He turns to Ratch, leaving the pure magic orb with the Imp “It’s simple, either he dies, or he’s trustworthy. We will see.” He says, with the cold logic of a killer, despite his warm smile.
"Be wary. These sorts may be more capable than you think." Clempscrew holds the orb in his hands, examining it closely. "I would also advise you to use his full name when commanding him. The nickname might be cute, but it has less... weight to it."
"I bought this house." He thinks for a bit. "I can't fight to protect it very well, but I'll maintain it and do my best to appease and befriend the spirits inside. While I was looking at the pictures on the website, I saw some signs of neglected Hobbs, Vermin Spirits, and possibly even a Nisse or Domovoy." He looks away, eyes wandering the house itself. "I can only imagine it wasn't easy for them to stay here without a Host. The house itself looks hungry too. I just hope it wasn't really a Domovoy. That would mean it was orphaned, and I wouldn't be able to live here safely with it." He looks back at Cerberus. "I don't know how much that matters. I was invited to town, and this place looked like it would suit my needs well."
"Sounds like a good enough reason to me." He says with an amused smile. "You seem like you'll fit into this town well. Where are you moving from?"
"Lichfield, Texas. It's a misnomer, since it's mostly boneclaws that haunt that land. Hard to deal with, but thanks to them I was almost accepted there. I've been cursed with this appearance, they told me, for my deceptive nature. They don't like magic down there, but sometimes you need a good tenebrologist, spectrologist, or even a general monstrologist, and I thankfully have a Bachelor's in each of those fields. I was allowed to work as a butler and go shopping for myself because of all the good I brought the community. I made sure there was someone who could take over for me when I left for better pastures."
He leaps from the floor, through the air and over the counter with one great motion. "Call me Clem all yoo like, Jazon Azano!"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
"Yez pleez." He leaps from the floor to the counter. His black beetle eyes shine as the gaze upon the Materia.
"You are putting a lot of trust into this little imp." says Ratch.
He hands them a purple Materia, “This allows someone to enhance their combat abilities after dodging, I don’t know how I made it, but it works perfectly.” He turns to Ratch, leaving the pure magic orb with the Imp “It’s simple, either he dies, or he’s trustworthy. We will see.” He says, with the cold logic of a killer, despite his warm smile.
"Be wary. These sorts may be more capable than you think." Clempscrew holds the orb in his hands, examining it closely. "I would also advise you to use his full name when commanding him. The nickname might be cute, but it has less... weight to it."
He shakes his head “Ah that’s where I hold all of the power, I won’t command him to do a thing. He’s a crafter same as I, I will just continue to provide him with work, resources, and challenges worth beating. You can trust me on this one Ratch, mate.”
He nods and opens the handkerchief, revealing... nothing. The ferret delicately points and gestures to the invisible creature, describing it and explaining its anatomy. "...and its humanoid face shows me that it's an Insect Spirit. They seem to be pretty common out here, and docile as well. Plenty for them to feed on. Most insect spirits are ravenous, but these ones seem very conte-" he pauses as he looks away. "There it goes. I hope I'll see it again sometime."
He looks around, though he’s deeply confused considering he didn’t see anything “Ummmm, I hate to say this, but I didn’t see anything. Was there something here? From the way you describe it you saw it, but myself I didn’t see anything, it’s strange.”
He nods, folding up and putting away his handkerchief. "I'm sorry. I'm a medium, to an extent. Spirits find me... trustworthy, I guess. Closer to them than to most mortals. I assumed that most people here would be able to see them too. But maybe it has something to do with my specific field instead of being a magician in general." He holds out an arm to what must be another spirit, this one more humanoid judging by his motions. He spins it around and watches it leave. "Someone seems to have died here recently. Is this... known?"
"Sounds like a good enough reason to me." He says with an amused smile. "You seem like you'll fit into this town well. Where are you moving from?"
"Lichfield, Texas. It's a misnomer, since it's mostly boneclaws that haunt that land. Hard to deal with, but thanks to them I was almost accepted there. I've been cursed with this appearance, they told me, for my deceptive nature. They don't like magic down there, but sometimes you need a good tenebrologist, spectrologist, or even a general monstrologist, and I thankfully have a Bachelor's in each of those fields. I was allowed to work as a butler and go shopping for myself because of all the good I brought the community. I made sure there was someone who could take over for me when I left for better pastures."
"And this is the better pastures?" He surveys the surrounding area in sight. "What brought you here to Woodwitch Way?"
He nods and opens the handkerchief, revealing... nothing. The ferret delicately points and gestures to the invisible creature, describing it and explaining its anatomy. "...and its humanoid face shows me that it's an Insect Spirit. They seem to be pretty common out here, and docile as well. Plenty for them to feed on. Most insect spirits are ravenous, but these ones seem very conte-" he pauses as he looks away. "There it goes. I hope I'll see it again sometime."
He looks around, though he’s deeply confused considering he didn’t see anything “Ummmm, I hate to say this, but I didn’t see anything. Was there something here? From the way you describe it you saw it, but myself I didn’t see anything, it’s strange.”
He nods, folding up and putting away his handkerchief. "I'm sorry. I'm a medium, to an extent. Spirits find me... trustworthy, I guess. Closer to them than to most mortals. I assumed that most people here would be able to see them too. But maybe it has something to do with my specific field instead of being a magician in general." He holds out an arm to what must be another spirit, this one more humanoid judging by his motions. He spins it around and watches it leave. "Someone seems to have died here recently. Is this... known?"
“Mostly known I think, I only learned recently, but that’s because I spend most of my time predicting futures for others. They seem to have expected their own death. It’s okay, my specialty is the future, yours is something else. That’s how it is my friend. By the way, I’m Atlas.”
"Be wary. These sorts may be more capable than you think." Clempscrew holds the orb in his hands, examining it closely. "I would also advise you to use his full name when commanding him. The nickname might be cute, but it has less... weight to it."
He shakes his head “Ah that’s where I hold all of the power, I won’t command him to do a thing. He’s a crafter same as I, I will just continue to provide him with work, resources, and challenges worth beating. You can trust me on this one Ratch, mate.”
He shrugs his dog shoulders. "I always thought gremlins were more de-crafters. I'll be interested in seeing how well they construct." He turns and walks out the door. "Goodbye Jason. I'm off to find drink to wash the rust taste out of my mouth."
"Lichfield, Texas. It's a misnomer, since it's mostly boneclaws that haunt that land. Hard to deal with, but thanks to them I was almost accepted there. I've been cursed with this appearance, they told me, for my deceptive nature. They don't like magic down there, but sometimes you need a good tenebrologist, spectrologist, or even a general monstrologist, and I thankfully have a Bachelor's in each of those fields. I was allowed to work as a butler and go shopping for myself because of all the good I brought the community. I made sure there was someone who could take over for me when I left for better pastures."
"And this is the better pastures?" He surveys the surrounding area in sight. "What brought you here to Woodwitch Way?"
"Well, I wanted to meet other practitioners of the art. I wanted to see what kinds of spirits grew here. I wanted to see what lived in the shadows. I was curious, I guess. No internet, no phone... even the photos on the website were all analog. I didn't have to leave much behind. The HOA didn't allow supernatural 'pets,' and any sort of spirit, elf, or monster counts."
He sits down on the patio's swinging loveseat. "I always wanted to see them in their natural habitat. Vermin Spirits, I mean. They're connected to nature, both poison and fertility, and shadows. I got to see them from time to time, but they usually were very aggressive, having learned that humanoids are a threat to them. Besides, I usually was just there to relocate them outside of the suburb."
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"Sure." He smiles from his position on the doormat. "What reason do you have to be granted entry?"
“You just have to call me Jason.” He smiles at them, before opening his counter, revealing all of his Materia, sorted by what they do “Would you like to see what I’ve made?”
He rubs his chin before shrugging “I wouldn’t be against, I’m not the largest fan of any bug, but I’m not against them. I only really hate lice and fleas but that’s because it always ends up getting in my mane one way or another.” He chuckles.
"Yez pleez." He leaps from the floor to the counter. His black beetle eyes shine as the gaze upon the Materia.
"You are putting a lot of trust into this little imp." says Ratch.
"I bought this house." He thinks for a bit. "I can't fight to protect it very well, but I'll maintain it and do my best to appease and befriend the spirits inside. While I was looking at the pictures on the website, I saw some signs of neglected Hobbs, Vermin Spirits, and possibly even a Nisse or Domovoy." He looks away, eyes wandering the house itself. "I can only imagine it wasn't easy for them to stay here without a Host. The house itself looks hungry too. I just hope it wasn't really a Domovoy. That would mean it was orphaned, and I wouldn't be able to live here safely with it." He looks back at Cerberus. "I don't know how much that matters. I was invited to town, and this place looked like it would suit my needs well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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He hands them a purple Materia, “This allows someone to enhance their combat abilities after dodging, I don’t know how I made it, but it works perfectly.” He turns to Ratch, leaving the pure magic orb with the Imp “It’s simple, either he dies, or he’s trustworthy. We will see.” He says, with the cold logic of a killer, despite his warm smile.
*hi jester*
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Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread and the Percy Jackson thread
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He nods and opens the handkerchief, revealing... nothing. The ferret delicately points and gestures to the invisible creature, describing it and explaining its anatomy. "...and its humanoid face shows me that it's an Insect Spirit. They seem to be pretty common out here, and docile as well. Plenty for them to feed on. Most insect spirits are ravenous, but these ones seem very conte-" he pauses as he looks away. "There it goes. I hope I'll see it again sometime."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Sounds like a good enough reason to me." He says with an amused smile. "You seem like you'll fit into this town well. Where are you moving from?"
*ye, she's waiting for the victim to wake up*
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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He looks around, though he’s deeply confused considering he didn’t see anything “Ummmm, I hate to say this, but I didn’t see anything. Was there something here? From the way you describe it you saw it, but myself I didn’t see anything, it’s strange.”
"Be wary. These sorts may be more capable than you think." Clempscrew holds the orb in his hands, examining it closely. "I would also advise you to use his full name when commanding him. The nickname might be cute, but it has less... weight to it."
"Lichfield, Texas. It's a misnomer, since it's mostly boneclaws that haunt that land. Hard to deal with, but thanks to them I was almost accepted there. I've been cursed with this appearance, they told me, for my deceptive nature. They don't like magic down there, but sometimes you need a good tenebrologist, spectrologist, or even a general monstrologist, and I thankfully have a Bachelor's in each of those fields. I was allowed to work as a butler and go shopping for myself because of all the good I brought the community. I made sure there was someone who could take over for me when I left for better pastures."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He shakes his head “Ah that’s where I hold all of the power, I won’t command him to do a thing. He’s a crafter same as I, I will just continue to provide him with work, resources, and challenges worth beating. You can trust me on this one Ratch, mate.”
He nods, folding up and putting away his handkerchief. "I'm sorry. I'm a medium, to an extent. Spirits find me... trustworthy, I guess. Closer to them than to most mortals. I assumed that most people here would be able to see them too. But maybe it has something to do with my specific field instead of being a magician in general." He holds out an arm to what must be another spirit, this one more humanoid judging by his motions. He spins it around and watches it leave. "Someone seems to have died here recently. Is this... known?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"And this is the better pastures?" He surveys the surrounding area in sight. "What brought you here to Woodwitch Way?"
“Mostly known I think, I only learned recently, but that’s because I spend most of my time predicting futures for others. They seem to have expected their own death. It’s okay, my specialty is the future, yours is something else. That’s how it is my friend. By the way, I’m Atlas.”
He shrugs his dog shoulders. "I always thought gremlins were more de-crafters. I'll be interested in seeing how well they construct." He turns and walks out the door. "Goodbye Jason. I'm off to find drink to wash the rust taste out of my mouth."
"Well, I wanted to meet other practitioners of the art. I wanted to see what kinds of spirits grew here. I wanted to see what lived in the shadows. I was curious, I guess. No internet, no phone... even the photos on the website were all analog. I didn't have to leave much behind. The HOA didn't allow supernatural 'pets,' and any sort of spirit, elf, or monster counts."
He sits down on the patio's swinging loveseat. "I always wanted to see them in their natural habitat. Vermin Spirits, I mean. They're connected to nature, both poison and fertility, and shadows. I got to see them from time to time, but they usually were very aggressive, having learned that humanoids are a threat to them. Besides, I usually was just there to relocate them outside of the suburb."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.