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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:23 pm
Kumoru strode down the street, checking over a list of items he held in both hands. It was breezy today, and the wind down the sidewalk threatened to pull the parchment from the necromancer's hands; it also mussed his hair a little in spite of the tight ponytail he had it in.
"Good thing I brushed my hair this morning," he muttered sarcastically to himself as he fiddled with the folded collar of his robe a bit in an effort to keep the wind from going down the back of his neck.
"Really, you could have just told me to fetch everything for you," Lucretia insisted, following her father along down the street with both hands resting on his forearm. "I've been to the magic store before, and all you need are small things, so I can carry them, no problem." She was not wearing her usual black sheet to hide her lack of a lower body today, since one step outside had proven that it was not going to work with the occasional gusts.
"I know you want to help," Kumoru assured the Raevan. "But I want to pick out the crystals for myself, since I'm going to be the one casting the spell." He stopped as they reached the magic store, turning to peer at Lucretia as he rested one hand on the door handle. "You can pick out the other items while I get the crystals, though, if you want."
"Yes, sir," she replied cheerfully, as though it had been an order and not an offer.
Unable to get through the doorway standing beside her father as she was, Lucretia let go of his arm and followed him into the magic shop.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:44 pm
"Uh, 'Scuse me," Said a slightly grinding voice behind the leisurely pair. Bridget shoved past the two of them absorbed in her own personal plight, as she kept the cowl of her cloak firmly in place from the breezy day.
What a pity her binding from the morning had not gone as planed - and as the after-affects she had grown ram horns from her head. Luckily the cloak offered her little protection and the curling things were not readily visible. But naturally the whole thing made her irratable and surly about the whole thing. One could not call lightly upon Amon, 'The Void Before the Altar'.
Despite all this, she still needed supplies. Her enchanting needed sprucing up if she were to be a golem-maker. Already her eyes spied some wonderful stones in which to work with however.
"Bah, no working, need supplies for spells," she muttered angrily to herself. Her cowl was kept firmly in place by her hand.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:30 pm
The list fluttered to the carpet inside the shop as someone shoved past just as Kumoru was handing the paper to Lucretia. Frowning, he sighed and picked up the paper and shrugged the situation off. No use getting worked up over it, really....
"Excuse you!" Lucretia hissed after the cowled one, clenching her hands into fists in her frustration. Good thing she had come along, if people were going to treat her father so! "Store's open until five-thirty. No reason to be pushy like that."
She had been brought up quite well-mannered, with Kumoru as her teacher, of course, but Lucretia still tended to take it a little too personally at times when the manners were not returned.
"Lucretia...."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:49 pm
Hazel eyes gleamed out from under the hood to look questioningly towards the Raevan. They were... unnatural in her state. It was if they were almost like cat eyes, or perhaps a demon's but not quite. But the orbs had a disquieting gaze. Bridget lifted her head to see better, and the cowl slipped a little.
"Sorry," came her grudging reply, which continued in a grump, "One hundred, freaking thousand pardons. I'm not usually like this."
Bee huffed a sigh and lifted her other hand to scratch at the protusion's beginnings from the sides of her head in an unobtrusive manner as possible. By golly they were itchy. One thing she didn't like was magic, and yet she used it everyday... Bee bowed to the pair as humbly as her current attitude permited. Then, she turned around and started to vigourously look for her paper with both her hands rumaging her pockets.
And thought again almost in a state of obliviousness. Perhaps they could help with enchanting...? Nah....
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:59 pm
Well. It was unexpected, but it was what she wanted. Satisfied, Lucretia sighed and took the list from her father. Her features relaxed to a somewhat bored look, and she drifted off elsewhere in the store to take care of her part of the shopping.
"Don't worry about her," Kumoru told the girl, a bit worried that Lucretia's demand for manners had in turn offended her. "She is a bit testy at times, too." He sighed heavily. "And I can understand the mood, myself."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:14 pm
Bridget threw her head back and unexpectedly cackled, her reflective eyes following the floating girl as she passed.
"Mmm, I seem to have misplaced my list... My mood, you could say... is rather unnatural let us put it at that. By no means could you understand," She continued to cackle albeit a bit quieter this time, for a few of the patrons seemed to be looking at her. Notably eyes drawn about the curling ram horns.
A few wizely chosen looks thrown about, and the people looked back to what they were doing. She snorted and threw her hood back up, seemingly to close back down into herself as before.
"By any chance, what is that remarkable golem? Menagerie of ice and spirit and well animated by what of no clue. She has a personality, that one." Bee's hands strayed down to her side and the left one felt the familiar tingle of her concealed weapon. It was magicked for fighting undead. The things she hated most. Evil beings. The lot of them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:39 pm
Kumoru thought nothing of the horns, to be honest. At home, he had two kids with horns. Having lived as long as he had in Gaia, really, had greatly reduced the number of things he considered 'weird'.
"And I thought it rude to ask, regardless, so do not feel as though you have to elaborate upon your mood for my sake, or for Lucretia's," he told her.
She thought the Raevan a golem, though? Well, the necromancer supposed that that was a likely guess coming from someone he ran into at a magic store. Closer to the truth than most random guesses he got from people on the street, save for those others who were also familiar with the labs.
"Ah, I wish I could claim that it was my words that brought her to life, but I cannot. I had some hand in her creation, but only a small one. Now, it is just my duty to socialize her and raise her as my own." A faint smile touched the necromancer's lips, like that of a proud father. "She has her flaws, but I assure you, she is a good girl."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:57 pm
Bridget looked sideways.
"Indeed," She pondered, all pretenses of irritability took a back burner as it were, "I swear she's something alright. Not a golem though? Psuedo like. So she is actually living and not just animated then?"
Finally, Bee had found her list. 'Oh there it is', type of look crossing her expressionable face before she spoke again, "Well, making golems for a living," A flicker crossed her face as she paused, "Not well really... But I know my theories and can certainly carve one out even from dead flesh if'n its your forte."
They... Just won't animate, she added silently while scratching her chin. After a bit she shrugged nonchalantly, everything was going smoother than silk again. She wasn't going to be ruffled.
"So, anyway I suppose I should be a bit more polite anyhow. My name is Bridget Elizabeth Beardsley-Flannery. .... Bee if'n you want,"
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:00 pm
"Living, thinking, and breathing, as far as I've seen," the necromancer replied. "She has both essence and a soul. The essence is certainly magical, and the soul is one I captured myself."
"And... a golem-maker?" he went on, regarding her with a small bow. "Something I was never skilled at, myself. I pursued a different course of study, my years in training." Kumoru did not sound about to elaborate on that part. "Though it is nice to be away from formal schooling in magic. I prefer to explore and experiment on my own."
He bowed again as she gave her name, and returned the introduction. "You may call me Kumoru," he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you. And my daughter, where ever she is in the store right now, is Lucretia."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 12:29 pm
She smiled and gave a regal nod of her head, hiding the irratability bubbling up. Of course the blue girl was Lucretia. He had started to scold her not a moment ago.
"Interesting. So these things are not permanent. She, Lucretia. Are they all female? Souls? Ah. One of a passed love?" Bridget smiled a little again, "I am a golem-maker, and I didn't even train. It seems to be a natural thing of mine, along with a few other things," She pointed towards her own head, hopefully he'd get the meaning of the horns.
"Of course it is less a matter of training than aquiring the knowlege to bend magic to your will... As long as your will is stronger than it."
Bee motioned for Kumoru to walk with her, now more comfortable as to not seek solace on holding her morningstar or whip firmly in their sheaths. She may not have someone to get her items like he, but also she had no reason to actually idly chat. Multi-tasking was not such a big deal. Besides, Bee didn't want her magicked irratablilty to rear up fully again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 8:31 pm
Kumoru's expression darkened as Bridget mentioned 'passed love', and he nearly opened his mouth to say something, but did not. Let her think what she wanted. She kept talking, though, saving him the trouble of a disagreement. If nothing else, the necromancer had learned that, for whatever reason, insisting that he had no such 'lost love' or anything of the sort only seemed to reinforce the mindset some people had that there really was a long-lost lover in his past. Especially if the comments about the supposed lover also had something to do with his magic.
Seriously, if he had a girl he had loved and lost, Kumoru highly doubted that it would ever be appropriate to bring her back to life and bind her to his will as a zombie. Somehow, mixing it with undeath made the thought of love that much more unattractive to the mage.
He followed along with her through the store anyway, though, so that he could take care of his own crystal purchases as much as so that he could listen to her if she wanted to keep talking.
"My magic works a bit differently," he told her in vague terms as he walked over to examine the collections of crystals. "It is more memorization and intuition than any sort of battle of wills. I do not think I would like it so much if I ever felt it was something I needed to wrestle under control." There were magic words, and as long as they were spoken properly, then the magic would come. Remembering them all was the trick.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 11:10 am
Passing and forgetting his first expression, she picked up various things to only set them down again. Perhaps she had touched a nerve. Lost love indeed. She'd bring someone back. Not that she had anyone to be haved.
"Hahaha," Bee had an almost mirthless laugh, "Only memorization for you? I do suppose that is only part of things in magic. If only it were truly that simple for me. You should come and see what I do some time. I might invite you over." It was probably an empty promise. Bridget was a rather private person, and having siblings barely tottling around the house to take care of was not a scene that she wanted to present. She could almost hear a supposed reaction: "Those kids yours?"
"Ooh, now thats a nice power crystal," she said as she hefted up the miniature obliesk. Of course, miniature was relative to the fact that normal obliesks were rather... Large. Clear Quartz. It was a good focusing crystal for most magic. Some could scry with it. She wanted it to carve up into a mini golem. More like a Bogun or little taskmaster.
Bee giggled. Yes. A great ole toadie. Unless... He wanted it. "What did you need on your list if I'm not so rude to ask?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 9:04 pm
"From here?" The necromancer glanced over the basket on the shelf filled with smaller crystals, then moved to look at the larger chunks and orbs. "Just obsidian. A rainbow orb, if I can find one that speaks to me, and then just the biggest chunk of raw black that I can find...." He trailed off, and crouched by another basket on the bottom shelf to examine the contents.
"How about you, if I may ask?" he inquired after a moment, looking up at her as he hefted a chunk of raw obsidian in one hand.
Lucretia came down the aisle towards them then, carrying a plastic shopping basket in one hand, and a roughly-carved dark wood staff in the other hand. She fixed Bee and Kumoru with her steady black gaze for a moment, then turned the corner to head down another aisle.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:11 am
Bridget looked toward Lucretia for a moment as her silent transactions happened, her expression was if nothing else, curiously blank as the Raevan's.
"Uhm, Oh, botherdash," she cursed herself irratably. It was if a fire was lit or a flip was switched from her moods again. She fished around her pockets again since she had found her list, "Jus' need some herbs for a new spell I'm going to try out."
"Boneset, Dragon's Blood, and Edelweiss all herbs - no crystals. Want to make a frog - toad I mean - outta this one. Seems I'm almost always finding materials to make things."
She seemed to shake the irratability and gruffness of her voice out for a moment, bending down the shelving only to straighten back again and amble closer, looking at the jumbled basket. Obsidian, eh? Qute a selection this store has. she thought, which was still in a slight red tangled snarl of line of thinking. Then she felt a prickle of magic. Urk.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 8:23 pm
"Best of luck to you in your spell," Kumoru told her, distracted for the moment by his shopping. The necromancer picked up a second hunk of jet black shiny stone in his other hand, and hefted them both as he glanced between them. Then, deciding that the first one he had selected was larger, he set the second back on the shelf and stood up again. Smoothing his free hand over his robes once he was standing again, he carefully studied the eye-level shelf of polished stone orbs carefully.
After a few more moments, Lucretia came out of the aisle she had gone down before, with a few other things in her basket, and drifted towards her father.
"I have everything else you asked for, Father," she told him.
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