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 Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 3:01 pm
15 years previously Martel was a woman who came from no where, taught Edward and Tae-yul very little, and then died. For several years, the two men wandered the world- together and separately, but always seeking the same goal: the resurrection of their beloved teacher. 10 years previously They did not succeed. Having learned what they needed to know, they parted ways. Edward returned to the shop that Martel had willed to them, and Tae-yul became a wanderer of the world. three years previously The shop was scarcely reopened for a month when a very young woman sought to summon a demon for personal reasons; for revenge. She lurked in the shelves and studied until she knew what she wanted, and then Jezebel summoned Lamia and signed her contract. She went insane scarcely a year later, but Lamia's contract was not ended, and thusly she is still a curiousity. Corie Landon summoned Shateiel. one year previously Then, two years after the summoning of Shateiel, three separate summoners appeared: Charlotte Riddel, who sought to summon the demon Mara; Mandy Young, who required the aid of the Church Grim; and Kyou, who wished to bring forth the might of Asura. Edward aided them as needed, and the three demons were to be summoned shortly after. Tae-yul returned to the shop, and Hilaire Montroe brought him a request for consultation, which was granted. She sought the summoning of the Prince of the world of demons, Lucifer. Three more summoners came forth: Eiichi, who seeks Kitsune; Bennet, who is haunted by a Pey; and Jiran, who requires the presence of Lilitu to recreate a childhood sanctuary. Still more summoners asked for aid: Corbin, who sought a succubus; Claire, who desired an Ifrit; and Marilene, who wanted a Rakshasa... This is where our story stands, fifteen years after the death of Martel...
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:38 pm
Tae-Yul's Arrival
The banshee gave a keening wail in Edward's mind. "Mhin Tae-Yul comes."
On cue, there was a rustle and a jangle of chains behind the door, followed by the scratching of metal, like a hand weighed with rings trailing down the wood. Without warning, the door swung open.
A raven flew inside in an aggravated flurry of black feathers and settled on a pile of books in the corner. With an aggrieved sigh, Edward marked his place in the Grand Grimoire and placed the book in his armchair. The bird in the corner started soothing its wings back in order with its beak, ignoring him.
“What,” a muffled voice sounded from the doorstep, “is this hideous doorknocker doing here?” Through the smoky shop window, the silhouette of a thin man of average height could be discerned, paused in the doorway.
“I assure you I am as much dismayed with the décor as you, Tae-Yul.” Edward replied placidly, pitching his voice to carry. “Morbid door decorations are not something I find particularly exciting.”
“Then who in the hells do they excite?” Tae-Yul stepped through the door, his hands and wrists jangling heavily with adornments. He shook the sleeves of his hanbok as if to shake off traveler’s dirt, like a wet dog.
Edward offered a wry smile. “I’ve not had time to redecorate since Martel last resided here.”
“How long have you been here? Three months? You'd have plenty of chance to redecorate if you spent as much time working as you do reading your foreign love books,” Tae-Yul scoffed. “Don-Min, come here.” The tower of books swayed precariously as the raven took off and settled on Tae-Yul’s shoulder.
“What brings you here, Tae-Yul?” Edward stood over his desk and absently started straightening loose papers. “Weren’t you at your grandfather’s?”
“I was.”
“How is he?”
“He’s fine. He’s old,” Tae-Yul replied tersely. “I am going to stay here for a while, so I hope you have room in this ghastly shop to accommodate us.” The raven on his shoulder rustled his feathers in agreement.
Edward turned around. “Stay here?” his voice rose, edged with skepticism. “Do you not have oriental palaces and sprawling gardens with white peacocks where you may more comfortably lay yourself away?”
Tae-Yul gave an abortive gesture of impatience. “I will be doing research.” As if to demonstrate the point, he snatched up the discarded tome lying in the armchair and leafed through it briskly. A fine mist of dust rose into the air from the yellowed pages, caught suspended in the candle light.
“This shop’s meager collection of books hardly constitutes a collection, let alone a library worthy of study,” Edward argued, fanning away the dust with his sleeve.
“That is not the kind of research I mean. And in any case, my grandfather’s books are being brought here from Korea. Do not wring your hands; I am hardly a guest you must play the good host for,” Tae-Yul sneered and dropped the book atop a teetering pile. In the dim light of the shop he looked washed out and sickly, painted in broad strokes of India ink on rice paper.
“Well, I am in no position to turn you away,” Edward said at length, cutting through the heavy blanket of silence which settled in the room. “Martel signed this shop off as much to you as she did to me.”
“Astute as always, Edward.” Tae-Yul held up his wrist for Don-Min to switch perches and added, “I will be offering my services here for the customers, to pay my dues. I refuse to be a free-loader.”
“I will schedule an appointment,” Edward replied.
“Right,” Tae-Yul nodded absently, and swept up the stairs in a swirl of robes, his raven heavy on his arm.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 7:06 am
"It would seem we've overstepped our bounds," says the winged man, "And now there's no way to win."
He turns, inky black eyes utterly blank and cold. In his left hand he holds Edward's quill; in the other is a brown book, well-worn but with impeccably white pages. The only markings within seem to be names - each written with a particular slant, each in a different tongue. Thoughtfully, he dips the white quill into the ink well.
"I believe that it would be best if we were to simply... start... over," says the fallen angel, and he sets the quill to page.
 what everyone at daemon hq was thinking about the metaplot for a long time.
In order to facilitate a speedy return into LIFE, Daemonolgie will be entering a semi-hiatus for a term not to exceed one month. During this time, it will be undergoing a revamp - the concept will remain the same, the NPCs are the same people, but none of the metaplot has happened. There are no Sins; Lilith never surfaced from Hell; the Veil was never fractured. In essence, though all the people who are currently summoners will remain the same, the metaplot never happened because of the sexy fallen angel up there, Sofiel, who is the possessor of the book of life and death (coincidentally, Tae-yul's demon).
This is not a mandatory change. If you do not wish to accompany the shop into the, um, "resuscitation", then you are not required to. Simply PM Edward with something like "I don't want to go with the shop for the revamp", and your demon will attain resolution stage in a timely fashion, likely before the revamped Daemonolgie goes live in August. PLEASE NOTE that this does not include demons whose journals are not current!This will include a new thread layout, a more organized guild, the whole shebang.
Because of this, there will not be a summer flatsale this year.
Any questions and concerns should be directed to the Edward Fauste account. You may be assured that we of the Daemon staff are doing our absolute best to preserve the details of this shop, while making it more... complete as a world.
It should be noted that this does not invalidate any progress you've made towards your demon's Resolution! If you were deeply involved in the Sin plot, you will keep those credits for roleplays and metaplot participation. Just imagine that the big obliterator thing in the Statue of Liberty from Men In Black 2 popped up and wiped everyone's memories of everything to do with the metaplot. Player-run plots are still on, goddamn it, we will not be ending those on a whim! It is the choice of the player who is leading that plot whether it will close or not.
Thank you so much for your patience and cooperation - we hope to see all of you when the shop reopens in August!
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