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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 12, 2007 19:00:48 GMT -5
Durriken walked through the store with a small ringing of the bell. He walked up to the counter, glancing at the stuff around him with minimal interest. When he got to the counter he began to describe the item he was looking for.
“Excuse me, I was wondering if you had a simple leather sack with a string to hold it together, but enchanted to link with my bank so I would not have to lug all my items with me all the time. This bag would look plain on the outside, as not to attract attention, but I would be able to reach in and pull any item that is within my bank vault out. Also, just to be safe, please let it only let mine, or a person I verbally let open the bag be able to reach inside.”
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 13, 2007 18:19:45 GMT -5
A short, plump old woman waddled her way over to the front counter, glasses askew and hair a complete disaster as she wiped her brow with dirt-covered hands, leaving in its wake a large, brown streak. When she finally realized that the top of the counter was at least 5 inches taller than she was, she bent down to pull out a wooden box and stood on it, her magnified, black eyes the only things visible above the countertop as she peered out at her customer.
She smiled brightly at him. "You're in luck. We have several of them in stock. Let me see what I can find for you, dearie."
She disappeared behind the curtain of the back room for a short while before returning to the counter (and her box) with a bundle underneath her right arm. She placed it on the counter to show her customer.
"This ought to serve you well, hon."
It was an average-sized leather bag stained a dark ebony, looking as if it were slightly weather-worn, and an everyday, ordinary piece of thin rope was wrapped and tied about the top to secure that whatever was inside did not fall out. As requested by Durriken, it looked nothing special: just an average-looking bag.
But then again, it wasn't what it seemed.
Two specific charms were added to the item just as they had been described. Not only could the opening of this particular bag expand wide enough to allow any item in Durriken's bank to pass through, but it would only open at his spoken command (lest, of course, someone else had his verbal permission).
"The bag in itself is free. We have plenty of 'em back there"-she jabbed a gnarled finger in the direction of the back room-" but the enchantments'll cost you. For allowing any item to pass through, it will cost 900 SP, but the charm that prevents anyone but you or who has permission from you from stealing your belongings sums up to about only 400 SP. All in all, it will be a total of 1,300 SP. Are you positive about this purchase, hon?"
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 13, 2007 20:24:32 GMT -5
Durriken thought it over for a moment before nodding his head. The really expensive enchantment was the protection, but that was really needed with something to a direct connection to his bank. If someone stole it they would be able to clean out all the items he had, which would be very bad.
“Yes, I will take it.” he said as he waited for the SP to be removed from his account.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 14, 2007 21:26:46 GMT -5
The woman nodded and smiled kindly at him.
"Very well, hon. I will deduct your SP from your account."
She handed him the bag. "Thanks and come again soon, dear."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 13:48:28 GMT -5
"Thanks" he said as he took the bag.
**Durriken bought item**
Enchanted Bag
It was an average-sized leather bag stained a dark ebony, looking as if it were slightly weather-worn, and an everyday, ordinary piece of thin rope was wrapped and tied about the top to secure that whatever was inside did not fall out.
Two specific charms were added to the item just as they had been described. Not only could the opening of this particular bag expand wide enough to allow any item in Durriken's bank to pass through, but it would only open at his spoken command (lest, of course, someone else had his verbal permission).
Taking the bag, Durriken reached through and took out a vial of green liquid.
"Do you think I could sell this here? It is a special potion that will let the user dye his or her hair to any color and change it to any hairstyle they with. I am not sure if the effect is constant or just the first use though, the person I got it from never said."
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 16, 2007 15:53:36 GMT -5
"Oh?"
The woman blinked her large, black eyes behind her glasses, reaching out to take the vial from him in a curious and delicate manner. She examined it thoughtfully, turning the item this way and that to observe the liquid, it's movements, its color, and any other characteristic that may have distinguished it as anything else.
"Interesting," she said quietly, "I'll offer you 650 SP for it in return."
And with that said, she flashed him another friendly smile.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 16, 2007 16:24:46 GMT -5
“Hmm...well, this took a large amount of time and energy to make. It took a special summoning circle with black invisible flame candles and a very old book. How about at least 900 SP?” he said, trying to haggle as much money as he could out of it.
Durriken didn’t really care what he got for it, since he would never really use it himself, though he bet he would have gotten more the 650 SP if he sold it on the street to some of the girls at the school.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 16, 2007 21:55:22 GMT -5
"Eh?" The woman threw her head back and chuckled heartily at her customer's persistence.
She waved her hand as if she were swatting away a fly. "Bahh, you're right. 650 is a bit cheap. Glad to see today's youth is still keen on prices." She winked at him as she continued.
"But to alter the color and appearance of one's hair could be accomplished at a local salon. However, to do both in one sitting is quite a treat, so I'll offer 840 SP, take it or leave it."
Her large black eyes peered intently out at him from behind their glass windows as she kept on her face the same broad grin.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 16, 2007 22:12:29 GMT -5
“Yes, you are right, but how many salons can do it permanently?” he asked. “This small vial is worth a lifetime of hair dying, which, can add up in a person’s life time. I bet a single girl would pay much, much more for it, to save money in the long run since she would have to stop paying to get it dyed. Even magic has it’s costs, and even then, if you do any magic yourself you can get yours magically dyed or you can come out of a spell with a wacky hair color.”
“Hmm...I would say I could sell this for at least 1,000 SP on the street or in the school. Maybe more really, depending on the person and how expensive their hairdo is to keep up.” he said, rolling the small glass vial up and down the table.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 16, 2007 22:34:14 GMT -5
The grin never left the woman's face as she backed her point, her elbows now firmly planted on the table with her fingers steepled.
"But then again," she stated, "how many girls do you know of who have dyed or altered their hair once stay absolutely content with that hair style and/or color for the rest of their lives? Girls these days are always changing their look, so a permanent change such as the likes of this vial may provide could be a bit deterring if not frightening. Also, can you /positively/ guarantee that this product works? If one wished to dye their hair purple, would it actually come out /purple/? If one wished for long, flowing locks, would they come out bald? Like you said, the spell is permanent, but if this product doesn't work the first time, I'm more than certain you'll be left with an unhappy customer. And what else, how many times can you use it? By the looks of it, it seems it would only last one session."
The old woman had a will of iron, despite the fact that her kind and gentle looks said otherwise. She had been in the business for a majority of her life and knew exactly how to handle such situations, but she did, however, feel some sympathy towards her customer. She knew he was haggling hard for a better price, but she felt strongly about her point.
"But I know," she started once more, a determined look glinting in those black eyes, "that had you thought you'd get a better price on the streets than in this shop, you would have first sought to sell it there rather than settle for an unsatisfying price here."
She rubbed her hands together, giving Durriken a very critical look as though she were a hungry feline slinking in shadow, stalking her next meal with watchful eyes. She bit her lip thoughtfully.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I'm afraid my final price shall be 860. And that, my good man, is where I draw the line."
She removed her glasses and wiped them on her apron as she sent him a sidelong glance.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 16, 2007 23:21:04 GMT -5
“You are right about the street, I was planning on selling it there, but decided to come here first to pick up this bag. It made it much easier then heading up to the bank, then back down here and back to the school to sell it. And yes I can say it will work. I saw a she-wolf dye her hair bubblegum pink right in front of my eyes, and that was from the same batch this was from. I can guarantee you that. That changing of hair, not so much since she didn't change her hair style. But even with the hair color...how much would a women or a men even, whose hair is going gray pay for this little vial?” he said, giving her an evil gypsy smile.
The women might be iron willed, by he was wily like a gypsy. They lived their lives buying for less, and selling for more.
“But if you would like, I could always head over to other stores, maybe a few street side tents, and see what they will give me for this special little vial. And as I said before, I could always head up to the school and find a graying teacher, and sell it to him, or her even.” he continued, giving her hair an odd look.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 17, 2007 12:16:42 GMT -5
She chuckled once more, shaking her head.
"If you believe you can sell that vial for more than you can here, by all means, go ahead and do so." She gave him a kind yet sympathetic smile.
"But I stand firmly by what I have said, hon."
She was in a jolly mood. The old woman hadn't had a customer this presistent in ages, and it felt good to her knowing that she could once more put to use her saleswoman prowess. Still, however, she was as solid as a mountain in mental capacity: strong and unmoving, no matter how much it is tempted to bend and break.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 17, 2007 12:30:59 GMT -5
“Okay, whatever you say.” he said as he dropped the vial back into the bag where it disappeared. “I’ll try the other stores and then up at the school. I guarantee you I can get at least 1,000 SP for it, even more if I can find the right person.”
He left with a grin on his face as he left through the door with the small ding of a bell.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 17, 2007 13:08:22 GMT -5
The old woman nodded, that same, trademark grin still plastered over her aged and wrinkled features.
"Nice doin' business with ya, hon."
And as Durriken left the store, the last sound he would hear was the dry laughter of the old woman.
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