[OPEN] Just when I think I'm gonna get away

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

Who: Sorceress (bedknobsandbroomsticks) & anyone
What: Sorceress familiarizes herself with Pumpkin Hollow
When: May Catch-All
Where: Around town
Warning(s): Shippy feelings between Sorc/Wiz

[Around the Town - OTA]

[Dealing with death was one thing. She'd died a few times during her adventures back in Hydeland. Waking up revived in the chapel was sort of the norm. Waking up somewhere else and to someone other than the Priest was... a bit shocking, to say the least. Sorceress, of course, listened to the explanation, holding on to every word about her current situation.

It sounds similar to what she had just been through in Hydeland. Perhaps... it was what the Goddesses wanted of her now? But where was this place?

Honestly, the biggest disappointment was she didn't have her outfit and staff. The latter would make for channeling magic a tad difficult. Something she'd worry about later. In the mean time, the necromancer spends her time (after getting an outfit or two) studying the town of Pumpkin Hollow. Its history, what she can learn about the townfolks, the mythology of the Goddesses, (what an interesting little coincidence~), the various organizations.

She generally keeps to herself though, lurking around the different Temples, the Greymare Library, and the Oak and Iron.

Or, alternatively, Sorceress can be found near the outskirts of town, near the Fall's Promise Cemetery, inspecting various large sticks to try and craft herself a new staff.]




[I hear those words that you always say - Locked to substitutiarylocomotion]

[It was strange to be without the rest of the Company. Fighter, Elf, Amazon, Dwarf... why, even Wizard. The stupid, pig-headed, overly confident, handsome... Er, that was beside the point.

One evening at the Oak and Iron, after a day spent mostly at the library, the magic caster grabbed herself some food with a tired sigh and sat down...

Only to find herself staring at a very familiar face across a few of the tables. All she can do is gawk in disbelief. There's... There's no way. It can't be. Were they still in Hydeland somehow? Or was all of the rest of the company sent here as well? Gods, this only created more questions rather than answering any of the hundreds of ones she still hasn't been able to figure out. Maybe it wasn't who she thought it was.

There was only one way to find out.]

... Sylus?

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[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

[That look says it all, thankfully. The redhead purses her lips in a pout. She was hoping the place wasn't completely dilapidated... but you have to start somewhere. And if anyone can get it to her level of approval, it's definitely Wizard.

The thought of the two of them owning a little place together makes her smile.

Strictly business, of course.]

Then we'll continue to stay at the inn until it's ready. I'm still impressed you managed to snag a place despite having just arrived.

[substitutiarylocomotion]

"There's a reason why I was able to get it without much competition. It's location is in the gloomier part of town, complete with all the puddles and mud whenever it rains, but the biggest thing is its proximity to the graveyard. In a place where people never truly die there's not much draw for being near such a place."

[Wizard grins a little, full-well knowing that the location would be anything but a bad thing for his dining companion.]

"Not that being near the town cemetery would be a bad thing for you, of course. Just don't get the urge to go stirring-up any of the townsfolk's dearly departed ok?"

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

[Scarlett perks up at the mention of the graveyard.]

Oh, yes, I've passed through that area already. I rather like it.

[She gives him a bit of a stink eye.]

I wouldn't do that. But I have found the sticks near the graveyard are perfect for my staves.

[substitutiarylocomotion]

[Sylus makes a face when she says she's just picked up sticks to make her staves. To build proper staves was an involved undertaking, consisting of imbuing the appropriate vessel of wood or metal with the elemental essence necessary for it to resonate with the corresponding magic, yet witches like her just walked into the woods and found a cool stick and that was it. Her seat-of-her-pants approach to magic constantly exasperated him, but there was no denying that she managed to make it work for her... somehow.]

"I had a feeling that would be someplace you would have visited sooner rather than later. Its energies are sure to feel welcoming and familiar, just as the scent and sounds of a library would be to me."

[The thought of what he has in mind for the Arcanium brings a smile to his face. Ironically, it seems like it would split the difference perfectly for what both he and she would need. How funny. The Goddesses really do work in strange ways.]

"Poking about with sticks aside, I honestly do think the place will work strangely well for both our preferences once we can get it fixed-up into a proper Arcanium. My real estate decisions had been strictly for cost and seclusion, but with you here the proximity to the cemetery seems almost heaven-sent."

[bedknobsandbroomsticks]

[Obviously she can't just pick up any old stick. It has to have the right energies and look to it. But it's certainly easier than what Wizard needs to do.]

Then clearly we'll need to begin a book collection so our place has that scent to it.

[Because she'll enjoy that too. For as much as she teases Sylus about his books, the witch enjoys a good collection herself.

... Sigh. His smile is as charming as always. It's nice to see him in a good mood.]

It does seem it was meant to be, doesn't? I'm looking forward to this.