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 Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 2:00 am
Onuris had some needs for his performances and some of them included some stuff that magicians used on a regular basis or at least the magicians that had no real magic on their own. So the red haired man took his son to the Magikal Shoppe of All Magiks which was run by an odd eccentric little man with no real hair but a very long beard. The shop held everything from items of true power to items that were just used for special effects and parlor tricks.
The red-eyed boy gazed about with his mouth a bit agape as he held onto his guardian's hand. There were so many neat things here. Lightly he tugged at Onuris' hand, "Daddy. I wanna look around. May I?"
Onuris paused and then nodded, "Sure, just don't go far," he cautioned as he released his son's hand.
"I won't," Ichabod promised and wandered off into another part of the shop to see what he could see.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:25 pm
((I wish /I/ could remove my head like Ichabod. Then I wouldn't have to deal with this headache/stiff neck. xD))
Azrael looked through the various objects that lined the shelves, wishing once more that he possessed some sort of sight for objects of power or worth. Alas, he didn't and was thus using his memory of what MIGHT be powerful as he looked around at the various objects.
Rubber and plastic objects were immediately pushed away, being obviously factory made but farther in he began to see objects that were locked up and away from curious hands. That was when he ran into another kid with curiously red eyes. "Hi. You looking 'round too?" Azrael asked, trying to rid himself of the gaze of the shop owner who had been watching him for the past ten minutes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:29 am
Ichabod had been staring at a glass filled with small shriveled up newts and tiny eyeballs mixed in. The label had read 'eye of newt' and for the life of him the boy couldn't figure out why anyone would keep the body with the eyes. He supposed it was just easier that way or it was some sort of clever marketing strategy on behalf of the man that ran the store. He didn't get long to ponder the conundrum before his eyes gazed up and toward the individual that had now come into his presence. Ichabod offered a small uncertain smile as he rose up a hand toward the seemingly older boy, "Yes. My Father brought me here because he needed some things for his performances," he explained a bit further.
He shifted around to face the curious looking boy before he struck out a hand toward him and said, "I'm Ichabod," it was always best to get the names out of the way. His Father, Aunt, and oldest sister often did things this way from what he'd noticed when they all went on little outings. His second oldest sister often forgot herself and wouldn't often introduce herself so he focused on the example of the oldest individuals of his family.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:11 pm
"Azrael. Nice t' meet cha Ichabod," Azrael replied with a slight grin as he shook Ichabod's hand. Finally the shop owner had looked away to go stare down someone else. That didn't distract him from the odd formality the new boy had, which interested him greatly. Few were so formal at a young age like themselves, except rich prissy girls by the name of Regina whom he had to stay with for who knew how long.
"What are those?" the boy asked, looking at the jar Ichabod had been staring at not too long ago. He definitely didn't want to touch it, whatever it was. Looked vaguely like lizards and some white specks from where he stood and, since he was unable to really read the label, couldn't even begin to guess at what it could be.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:56 am
Good thing Ichabod wasn't prissy or at least he didn't behave like a priss. The small boy nodded a little bit, "Nice to meet you too, you have a neat name," he liked the way it sounded it seemed very ... unique to the boy but then again he didn't have a lot of experience out in the world just yet so just about any name sounded interesting. He shifted a little to look back at the jar he'd been inspecting, "Think those are newts and with the newts are eyeballs...I think it's like taunting them with their own eyes if you put them together like that," he said thoughtfully.
Then of course as if showing that he was a true boy and not prissy he uttered, "I wonder what they taste like..."
Obviously he was a little too curious for his own good.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:30 pm
Azrael flashed the boy a grin, pleased at the compliment like the egotistical and prideful child he was. “Thanks. Yours is pretty cool too,” he replied, returning his attention to the objects floating in the jar with a slightly weirded out look. “Really? That’s... Weird. And they probably taste like chicken or something. You want to get some and try?” he asked with a soft laugh. Always and forever the adventurous type in such things. People seemed to claim anything strange tasted like chicken, so why not newts and their eyes? It fit the weird profile and who knows; perhaps it did taste like the bird.
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