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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 9:08 pm
The Apothecary
The Apothecary is a herbal remedy store, it carries all sorts of items used for healing physical and mental ailments and its doors are usually always open to visitors. Its owner is fairly tolerant but he has no patience for rudeness or troublemakers and is quick to throw them out in the most literal sense.
It's a small building with a wooden porch and overhang that has multiple small tables and chairs outside like a cafe rather than an actual store.
A lot of the herbs one can purchase here make damn good tea.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 1:58 am
Stupid Pinata
If there was one thing he was adamant about it was silence. There was something calming when there was no sound interfering with his thoughts, he felt less rushed and less unsettled. It came from having had noise surrounding him for so long, a shield of talk that blocked out his other senses.
He felt at one time that he was made of nothing but noise, a tangle of words and fractured sentences all held together by static-y pulses; rapid heartbeats. When he opened his mouth to let the noise escape him it could barely be heard over the tumult of the louder sounds that filled his every waking moment.
His name soon became a curse. He dreaded hearing it, hated having it slip over tongues with ease as if his name held some kind of control over him.
And once, in a way, it had.
But he'd found his peace in time, he'd fought his battles, he'd shed his blood and the blood of so many others. Why then did the noise continue to haunt him?
Why could he not go to sleep at night without blocking out every single sound that could possibly disturb him? If he didn't he wouldn't sleep. He COULDN'T sleep.
Rubbing at his eyes he gave a low groan, another sleepless night left him in a foul manner but he took it well enough. They had medicine for that, they had medicine for everything. The plus side to running an apothecary was one was never without something to ail whatever woe they had.
Slim legs slid over the edge of the bed and he was oriented fully by the time he rose to stand, arms stretched into the air. As far as appearances went he hardly looked his age until one saw his face and then it became quite clear that his height did not dictate his numerical value.
Unlike most Gardevoir his coloration was monochromatic, dark hair and pale white body with almost ethereal green eyes. He didn't look fairly intimidating but he held himself in a notable proud manner as he partially walks, partially limped from his room out into the open air of the Apothecary's front where the closed sign was nonchalantly flipped to 'Open'.
He didn't go back inside immediately though, the lanky Psychic glanced around with sleepy eyes, his hands tucked into the pockets of a solid black coat that hung down well past his hips. At first he looked as though he was looking for someone but with a wide yawn he shrugged his shoulders and took a seat in one of the chairs neatly arranged outside the front of the shop.
In his hand he held a cup of tea he'd hastily prepared before stepping outside and he sipped it quietly, eyes closed to block out the sound of morning song birds.
"You'll be making quite a bit of business in due time." The statement itself was the only indication of his being there. If you didn't count the fact the voice's companion was an aged, skilled psychic, that is. One that he's known closely for possibly too long. "The guild system is returning." he added, his tone borderline amused by the fact until he cleared his throat before lazily bringing his arm up to sit his elbow on the armrest of the chair he sat in, shortly away from the Gardevoir as he continued on. "Apparently it's lead by Solaris' kin... who would have known he was capable of bearing offspring?" The insult, for lack of a better word was lined with intrigue at the fact. How he knew wasn't worth asking someone who listened for everything.
The newcomer wasn't necessarily a welcome sight by any means so much as expected at any given time. He lived here in a sense as well, though now a days he was better known for handling nonsense of his own. There was never really any time for that back then, but coming and going without warning was nothing new. He was respectful about it though. It was drilled into him at a young age to respect others' schedules.
A Gardevoir himself, the psychic had a few years less on him compared to his companion, yet the physical age difference was rather outstanding. Psychics in general, at least of their species, aged slowly and gracefully. The black and white psychic on the other hand seemed to age via stress alone as though he fed on it. As for himself, his full extent of aging was a mere darkening outline under his piercing, purple eyes against his sheer white skin that only seemed to appear after some... ability related tampering over the years. It didn't appear to be a result of exhaustion or age itself, but rather illness. In spite of that, the grey haired psychic seemed to be in perfect health.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 2:10 pm
His ears gave the faintest flicker of movement at the voice, but he'd already been fully aware of the other presence the second he popped into existence.
The cup was placed down on the small table next to him and his hand, instead, fell on the head of a slim black cane leaning against the side of his chair.
Gripping it lightly he pushed it down and used it as leverage to stand back upright, regarding the other seated before him with a passive frown; no expression on his face immediately as he considered the words that had been spoken.
"Returning..." He repeated softly, tone almost confused as if he didn't quite believe it yet he did nothing push the idea away. His companion had no reason to lie to him, it was truth of the purest kind. The guild system was returning, lead by the son of one of its previous leaders.
He only hoped this child was far wiser and less bothersome than his father. If they were the same he saw the entire thing crumbling within a matter of months.
The joke, partially tacked onto the end with the sort of whimsy that was not uncommon in his associate but WAS somewhat rare, earned a brief flicker of a smile.
He shifted where he stood, placing the can before him with both hands lightly resting atop it.
"I want to see it. It's been a while since I've seen Epitaph anyways." The Flareon would always have a designated place in his heart even if he found the entire affair of the guilds a foolish endeavor.
"Will you come as well then, Anues?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 2:51 pm
His eyes rose with the psychic as he stood with no other movement out of himself personally. The smaller Gardevoir wasn't out of shape nor was his body ridden with age. He saw no use in imposing. Personally he found it... insulting.
He cycled through a small array of feelings over the response. Getting out sounded nice, it was distracting and it beat sitting here for days on end not that he did too much of that personally. As to where in question, was a bit more unsettling.
He was dead set, they weren't rejoining. Years ago, the black and white psychic would have scolded him for so much as throwing the information out there, if not only just cursing it. He welcomed it with an almost obligatory breath. Visiting, though, was fine. He would accept that; it sounded nice after so many years. Would such feelings last once they were there was hard to say though.
Regardless the psychic smiled in response with a light shrug of his shoulders. If he insisted. "It's right where it was left standing." He believed, at least. Civilizations were prone to changing a lot in 25 years. Differences in structures, trees, roads, all of it. It was like looking at an area in Summer then again in Winter. Regardless, the psychic was fairly certain. He actually never saw it personally since then though. There were no further comments before the duo vanished in a silent, shadowy flurry.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 3:42 pm
Oh the afternoon, what a wonderful time of day it was. The sun wasn't blaring nearly as much as it could have been, but the outside was still active enough that the day was hardly over. It was a limbo sort of period; anyone awake in the morning often felt a sense of accomplishment or joy when they turned to note the time merely edging into the early noon hours. It was just so satisfying. Alfred... not so much. He remained throughout the day as he woke up and it repeated day by day.
"Ah, you're back." The light tone chirped from the floor as the tired Psychic appeared back in the otherwise vacant building, breaking the silence within the walls. His state of being was nothing new or unexpected. It was overlooked as though nothing were ever wrong-- they all acted that way. "Anues isn't back yet. Where'd you two go?" The lithe figure hopped up onto a small table within the comfortable room with all the grace and delicacy in the world, stepping around papers she cared nothing for despite her careful actions before settling down. Seeing the duo separated wasn't unusual, but when they left together, they often came back together-- not that it was a call for alarm. If something were wrong, she wouldn't be talking to Alfred right now. She'd have known long ago. After all, she was just a little nudge of telepathy away.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 4:00 pm
He usually closed his eyes for his teleports, he wasn't sure why. Habit it seemed, from when he use to be unable to teleport well and the resulting vertigo from doing so set his head spinning.
Now he wasn't even remotely bothered by it, yet his eyes closed instinctively anyways.
Still, it was nice to open them to the solitude and comfort of the small shop and the sight of the smiling Glaceon perched on the table.
"The guilds were reestablished." Alfred said simply, moving forward to plop down on the couch, cane clattering to the floor without a care. "I was just curious and I wanted to see Epitaph. She's doing well. You have a younger brother by the way..."
He respected Sai's wishes to continue her facade, yet he felt she still deserved to know any information relating to her mother.
"A Sylveon. Named Veilmys. He's running the place now."
While his tone held no malice it did hold an edge of exhaustion, as if the mere thought of the guilds tired him out. The Gardevoir leaned back on the couch, arms stretched above his head to fold behind it lazily.
While he seemed relaxed he was anything but. His mind was reeling with all this new information and a sickening knot had formed in his chest.
He wasn't getting involved with the guilds, yet he felt he would fall into it regardless. He certainly hoped not.
"Anues wandered off to explore." He was grown-a** adult, he could handle himself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 4:42 pm
Her response was... delayed, as expected. The baby blue Glaceon stared for a moment even after Alfred moved to the couch, catching up on the events. Then she just gave a skeptical smirk and a laugh. "What?" She believed him, of course, she wasn't surprised by any of these factors really, but their possibility and them actually happening were... still very different things.
Sai left her post on the table, hopping down with a near silent thump before reappearing up on the couch at the Gardevoir's legs, carefully stepping between them before settling on his chest with an inquisitive stare, her tail flicking idly behind her resting figure. "Tell me more. What could mom ever say that'd make someone remake such a trainwreck? She's such an enthusiast~" Personally she missed... everything, but both Gardevoir filled her in to the best of their independent ability. Two sides of the same story, different connections involved in the same mess. The Glaceon let out an enthralled sigh. A damn Sylveon, though. That was perfect... Why Solaris? He was such a tool. Maybe he improved after she kicked the bucket, but neither of her sources seemed to think highly of him to this day. Rightfully, but still. "I have to visit sometime. You can disguise me right?" The words 'I can't do that' never left his lips thus far, to her knowledge. Alfred was a god in his own right. No wonder Anues was exploring. This was a comedy unfolding.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 6:32 pm
"Yeah, she and Solaris hooked up apparently." Alfred said lazily, head leaning back on the arm of the couch, not even flinching when the Glaceon settled down on his chest, right over the place where his horn use to be.
As she continued to speak and he lifted his head enough to face her eye to eye with a partial smile. "I can if you want. Just say the word."
As far as his psychic abilities went they were, essentially, unmatched. He could make illusions, teleport large objects, move just about anything without so much as breaking a sweat.
The downside to being overburdened with such capabilities was that he really had no real care to do...any of that unless bothered to.
Alfred was, if anything, a Pokemon of simplicity and he preferred it.
There had been too much chaos in his life for anything else.
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