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 Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 10:23 am
Satasha had been questing coming to this place for quite some time. After another episode in the hospital she had no other choice... While resting as peacefully as one could in a hospital bed, a strange man had come to her bed, favoring he with an eerie smile. At first she had though him her doctor but when he showed no signs of checking up on her condition she knew this was not the case.
It seemed as though she were outside of herself, merely floating while the man spoke. He had explained to her that there were ways of fighting sickness and death, what better way then to fight fire with fire. If you could not cheat death then simply bargain with it. However this was not an easy task...
And so after a week of check-up work she was given a clean bill of health (for the time being). At the first chance she gotten she quickly made her way through the streets to the address she had been left by the strange man. Clutching the paper in hand she read it carefully checking to see if she were in the right place. Everything seemed correct, the streets were dark, a thin fog hung in the air making it quite hard to see clearly. Only a few people moved about but the further from the main street she got the more abandoned the area appeared. The distant howl of a stray dog got her attention, startling the poor girl more than she cared to admit. "Alright get a hold of yourself!" She admonished herself, slapping at her face lightly she took care to read the directions again. "It should be..." Looking up suddenly she found it. "Here!" Glad for the find she quickly moved toward the strange door.
Oddly enough it was a small shop, tucked safely in a cove of taller buildings. One could easily walk right past it if they weren't looking for it. Surely they should have some kind of advertisement throughout town? Though she hadn't recalled seeing a single one. So how did that man learn about this place? Questions aside she moved to wrap on the door lightly, taking the time to truly look around. The street was all but abandoned, a few stray cats milled about before disappearing in the dense fog. The chilled air did little to comfort the teen or ease her mind. This was not a place for persons not aware of what they were getting into, that much she knew but what other choice did she have? The end was so near and she had no other way of fighting off her illness, it was terminal after all. Sooner or later she'd meet her maker... why not prolong that meeting?
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:25 pm
Satasha's timid knock drew no response. She would have been left to stand there for much longer than was healthy for such a sick girl but for the fact that Edward Fauste had spent the night away from the shop. He was hurrying back to unlock and open the store for a day of silent experimentation, broken solely by Hae-min's brilliant bursts of song, Kyrie's deliveries and attendant questions, and Tae-yul's inevitable temper tantrum.
He stopped short, seeing the girl; running a hand through his bedhead, he said, "I suppose I've kept you waiting?"
His hands were gentle as he shifted her aside so he could get at the lock; no worries about anything inappropriate. They were looking out onto the square of Durem, one building away from a massive cathedral. Priests abounded. It was a strange place for a shop like this. If the dark-haired man was aware of that, he didn't comment. If he was planning on commenting, he didn't show any signs.
"Who is your appointment with, Miss?" He'd opened the door--his formal suit jacket was slung over one arm. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name. I am Mr. Edward Fauste; it's a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:26 pm
Satasha had been so certain that someone was inside that she hadn't heard the man walking up the walk nor when he had come into view. Only when he spoke did she jump, finally acknowledging that she wasn't alone. A crimson color splashed her cheeks for being so careless though with her dark complexion it could easily be missed. Stepping aside she watched as the man opened the door, only to turn to her for a moment.
"Ah my appointment..." Shuffling around in her pockets she pulled out a piece of paper and read the name. Upon introducing himself she looked up from the parchment and smiled. "I believe it is you Mr. Fauste." She stated showing the paper with his name. "I didn't make an appointment however, my sources said to just show up. I had planned to make an appointment today and return at a time more convenient." Though if he weren't busy with another client now she'd take any opening he had.
"Pardon my manners. My man is Satasha Karrigon ."
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