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From all her visits to the apothecary, Shizuru noticed that Aidan never really spoke that much. When her supplies were in demand, it was no wonder that Aidan didn't want to speak.

"Thirty." Shizuru knew she was going to need quite a few. The last time the festival happened, there were people piling up on her door and all over her office.Oh, shoot. How am I going to carry 30? I only have my bag...

"Mmm.... hmm...." Kino would merrily march through the town of Chronopolis, eyes shut while happily licking on strawberry ice cream, completely changed compared to his former skeptical self who'd simply poked this newly discovered snack to himself. "Indeed that man is a genius to create such a delicious and nutritious ... umm....?" Kino came to a sudden pause, stopping in his tracks to become lost in thought, motioning questioningly with one his right index finger pressed against the lips. "Magical ice?" He'd simply shrug without care and once more advance forward in the same manner as before only to accidentally bump into a large man, standing over seven foot tall with a bulky build. Kino's unexpected encounter lead him to fall backwards into a quiet thud, he'd know evaluate the situation. Eyes lifted from the turning feet of the man in front of him, up towards the back of the neck where his stick of ice cream stuck persistently, and lastly narrowing to the turning head, in which both individuals would meet in an awkward stare towards one-another.

"Ah, um." His response was cut short as now the stranger would assist him from the floor. "Thank you." After reaching a stand and being lead, he'd motion courteously. "I'm fine. However.... I can't shake the feeling I'm forgetting something." Kino's then struck a pose, lost in thought in a questioning manner. "But what could it be?" Both eyes kept their locking gaze into the random stranger, with a clueless stare.

Thirty was a pretty big number. Shizuru nodded. "Thanks." She took the elf's offer to look around the shop. Being a regular customer, Shizuru knew that Aidan kept the more dangerous potions inside. The ones outside were the common ones. There were many different bottles each labelled carefully. As the doctor browsed the bottles, she even noticed something like a love potion in the bottle ranks. Uh, well, that's interesting.

Her eyes could have been playing tricks on her, for all she knew. She didn't believe in love potions. If people got drunk enough, they'd be enamored enough to appear like they drank love potions. Too bad it didn't last.

Dr. Watanabe doubted she needed any other potions. The sleep inducing potions were definitely enough to put any trouble to sleep. And if it didn't, a frying pan or hammer would be in order at her office.

((Well, I was looking for somewhere to fit in, but alack! ‘Twould seem as though you have things pretty tidy… which I’m about to mess up. biggrin This post can take place anywhere it’s crowded, so please someone just “pick me up”. smile Thanks! Salut to all as well.))

Ah, the day of the Festival. Marvelous. All those hardworking gentlemen would be out in the streets, spending their hard-earned money. On her services? Maybe. It really didn’t matter to her. Just so long as they were out, where she could see them. You see, Lenore was more than an extremely expensive whore. And while, in fact, her entire being revolved around this “trade” of sorts, it was more to her than any other prostitute in the entire city of Chronopolis. To Lenore, whoring was more than a livelihood, it was her lifeblood. As a Succubus Demon, her existence was filled with searching for ways to satiate her… unnatural lusts.

But as a demon in a city full of easily frightened cattle, Lenore had to take certain… precautions. Today, she had resigned to wearing a cloak made of a very fine red velvet. Its purpose was to cover her back where her wings were tightly furled. As an extra precaution, she also wore a draping shirt of an ethereal, crimson-dyed silk which also covered the offending appendages.

However, all this covering of her back did nothing whatsoever to hide her front. Her blouse was extremely low-cut and revealing. Her skirt, or perhaps lack thereof, was really more of a thong with flowing ribbons of matching color reaching down to the ground and playfully tossing in the wind.

Lenore stood out like a firebird among drab sparrows. Her long golden hair shone brilliantly, as one would imagine and angel’s might. Her smile was alluring, inviting, and utterly enchanting. Where e’er she walked, heads turned seemingly without the will of their owners.

Oh, she enjoyed this. It wasn’t often she walked the streets so openly. Indeed, she was forced to keep her eyes slitted in order to see in the bright sunlight. But no matter, Lenore had more pressing thoughts on her mind. Hm… like finding if where and when the next competition would begin. Perhaps the winner wouldn’t be cow-faced and might demonstrate some skill which would impress her and gain her malicious attentions.

((It's alright, Cat.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Next post will be the opening ceremony. I've dragged this on long enough. ...hah.))

Thomas nodded as if acknowledging the blonde halfing's response, making no comment on Azhure's hesitation. "Mercenary, you say?" Or more specifically 'demon hunter', she declares. He nodded again. "I see. Though if you must know, demons aren't quite the same level of problem here as elsewhere. It would make do if you were to find another backup occupation."

The words had just spilled out of the lord's mouth. Raising an eyebrow, he sighed softly. There weren't many demon hunters in Chronopolis. As for demons, he was in no position to speak on the topic, and he didn't intend to.

Alas, this conversation was to be stunted soon as they had arrived close enough to the town square that Thomas was going to have to move. First, he had already delayed the town enough. Second, the High Guard Captain had spotted him. Apparently the good-hearted captain hadn't tarried too long with the farmhand in the outskirts of town.

By now, the whole area was packed with people and noise.

((I have no excuses. redface I just kinda went blank.... sweatdrop ))

"OWIE! HOT!"
The yell brought Shravra back to the world around him as he spun on the spot, looking for whoever had cried out. Spotting the young girl form that morning holding a bright red hand and some metal sitting in front of her, he quickly put two and two together before grabbing a cream for burns and blisters.
"Let's see then." Carefully Shravra prised open Forest's hand to look at the damage. A large red welt had rose across her palm and fingertips. Squeezing the last of the cream onto her hand he reached over for some bandages. "Rub that in slowly. It'll numb the pain and speed up healing. Once you're done I'll put some bandages over them to prevent infection."
Picking up the horse-shoe in his gloved hand Shravra dunked it into a bucket of water before placing it in a box labeled Haucon Jonas.

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Face impassive behind his hood, Ian's voice was friendly. "Well then Cassie, shall we leave for the festivities before that happens. The opening seremony should be in a few momens. Why don't we go see that. Waving a goodbye to the old captain, Ian offered his arm in the classic gentleman pose which was spoiled a bit by the bow pointing up from his back.