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🧙 WHO: Rinea & anyone [+ closed prompts in comments]
⚔️️ WHAT: alchemized fabric & potion advertisements
🕒 WHEN: May!
🗺️ WHERE: Unspecified Tailor's Shop^(tm) & noticeboards around the city
⚠️ WARNINGS: None yet!

The Clothes Alchemize the Man

[Rinea may not have won the sewing contest last month, but the renewed interest in magicked textiles it caused has made the tailor's shop she embroiders for quite busy. Rinea has had a quiet month, just catching up with orders... and when the tailor closed for a holiday, Rinea thought it would be a good time to go into the shop herself to drop things off.

But turning in her embroidery is but the work of a moment... and with time to herself Rinea is admittedly curious. Maybe she can get in some practice? She has managed to enchant simple decorations into her work, but what if she could use alchemy and kinetic magic to infuse the fabric itself with magical qualities? Like floating?....

When the shop bell dings at the door opening, Rinea looks up with surprised from the lacy, long-tailed bow she was enchanting. She had meant to lock the door behind her, but--!!]

Oh! I'm sorry-- the tailor is away for the moment. [Rinea hurries to curtsy in greeting and the ribbon flutters sadly back to the table, enchantment abandoned.]

Is there-- Is there something I can help you with?

Potion of Don't Die

[Rinea is still not very familiar with using the network. When she wound up with extra doses of her emergency potion after her venom quest, and hoped to do a public service by providing them to others... well, her first thought was putting up posters.

You may see Rinea with her ever-looming familiar posting her little advertisements around the analog notice boards around the city. The posters read:

First Aid Potion - Doses Available
For Emergencies in the Absence of a Healer
Stabilizes a gravely wounded person's vitals to allow their rescuer to transport them to a healer.
Lasts 15 minutes-1 hour, depending on severity of the wound.

current stock limited - pay for cost of materials

It also lists dates and times she's available, and where to contact Rinea should you want one made after her current stock runs dry.

She seems to have the potions on her, if the satchel on her person is any indication-- so you're free to approach!

OOCly, if you'd like a potion of don't die outside of this prompt-- just comment here and we can handwave!]

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"Don't worry, it's just me." Chris offers with a smile as she steps inside. "Do you have a few minutes? I brought some cakes from the cafe down the street. Ah—" Her gaze is drawn to the alchemy table Rinea had been working at. It's entirely possible Chris had been watching her work through the windows for a minute or two before she tried the door. "I see you've been practicing. Care to show me what you've been working on?"

[Hawk happens to catch Rinea as she's posting one of those notices. He was taking a look to see if there was anything of interest. He sees the notice and is immediately interesting.]

You the one I'd ask about the potion then or you just the one putting up the flyers?

"Oh, Lady Chris!" Rinea's customer-service windup relaxes immediately, and she beams-- though it's a bit sheepish. She didn't mean to be so absorbed!

"Yes... I just couldn't let the idea go." She picks up the abandoned bow again, turning it over in her hands. "I was thinking about the carriages Avalon has, and how they are magically enchanted for lighter burdens...so I was going to, just maybe, try the same with fabric."

She knows Chris is too kind a soul to ever judge her, but Rinea's smile is tinged with a shade of embarrassment anyway. "It's not too silly, is it?"

Oh! [Rinea was hoping someone would be interested in her modest work... but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly!]

Yes-- that would be me. [She cannot help her manners-- she drops into a small curtsy. Her familiar, Adalhard, holds the rest of the flyers and watches like he's used to this.]

I am Rinea. May I have the honor of knowing who I am speaking with?

[Hey, good timing on his part at least. But it is a solid idea if it works right, especially for someone as reckless as he can be.]

The name's Hawk. [And he's just not gonna comment on the curtsy even if he's finding it weird. Don't get much more common than someone like him.] Hmm, Rinea, could swear I've heard that name before.

[He's silent for a moment trying to think on where he remembers that name from.] Oh right, Chris mentioned it.

"You know "Chris" is just fine, Rinea." She says with a smile. She sees no reason to stand on ceremony here when she's no knight, and certainly no noble (well, not yet at least).

She examines the bow in Rinea's hands thoughtfully. "Of course not. Actually, that sounds like a rather ingenious idea." She counters. "I could see many uses for such fabric. My armour, for example." She's not wearing it now, but she knows Rinea is familiar enough with the suit of platemail. "If we could line the interior of key areas with such fabric, I daresay it would become the lightest suit of platemail I've ever worn." Greatly increasing her mobility at no cost to her defense.

She nods approvingly. "It's a smart idea, Rinea. You should take pride in coming up with it."

"Oh, I couldn't!" Rinea protests, though her cheeks color pleasantly at the praise. "At least, not yet. If I enchanted it incorrectly and your plate mail floated away... Why, I can hardly bear to think of it!"

Still, thinking of it is a bit funny-- imagine a torso armor drifting into the ether! -- so Rinea giggles a bit despite herself.

"But... I do have something for you, now that I think about it." She places the bow back upon the counter and hurries to her basket, rummaging through it for a package. "It's a gift, of sorts..."

Lady Chris? [Rinea lights up at the mention, looking less nervous. A friend of a friend is much less intimidating!]

Why, yes! She is my roommate. You must be her gentleman caller.

[rinea......]

[What? Gentleman caller? They're just friends even if he'd like it to be more. At least it's a good thing he's not the sort to show being flustered or embarrassed and he can totally play it cool. But at the same time, he doesn't really count as a gentleman caller, so who is calling upon her?]

Oh no, nothing like that. We've just done a few quests and are friends.

Is that so? Forgive my misinterpretation! You are simply who I hear of from her most often. [Rinea seems hardly fussed, though. Lady Chris is a lovely person, so in Rinea's opinion it would only be right for people to fall over themselves for her hand.]

Putting that aside... [Rinea works to open her satchel as she continues the conversation.] I would be happy if you would accept one of my tinctures. The quests you embark upon must be terribly dangerous!

Oh- A first aid potion, hm?

[Now that was something she was interested in! And it looked as if the woman nearby was the one putting up the flyers.

So...Caster will just be approaching. Looking her usual, cloaked, suspicious self.]

...Excuse me, are you the one I should be asking about these potions?

[Rinea turns around to face the speaker quite cheerfully, but she's unable to conceal the surprise that mars her expression when she actually sees who was addressing her. This person dresses like a witch... Rinea had nearly forgotten what they were like, so far from home-- but the spike of fear the recognition hits her with is bone-chilling.]

Um-- yes. [Her hands twist together, then release. Calm down. It's just an Avalon citizen. She's not like Nuibaba.. and even if she was, she probably won't take Rinea's head off in the middle of the street.] W-Were you perhaps interested in my work?

[That comment does cause a slight raise of an eyebrow from Hawk. Really, Chris talking about him? Probably doesn't mean anything though because she's definitely far more than what he deserves.

But he's going to just move on and take up that subject change because this just sounds like she'll probably get the wrong idea no matter what he says or asks here.]

Yeah, I'm interested. How much do I owe for the materials?

You may just take it! I insist. [Having fished out one of the vials, Rinea presses it into Hawk's hand.] If you take on quests with Lady Chris with any regularity, then I of course want you and her to be as safe as possible. She is a dear friend to me, you understand.

[Rinea laces her fingers together, looking at Hawk appraisingly.] I admit I am envious that you can go questing with her at all. I wouldn't consider myself skilled enough yet... Lady Chris is quite strong, is she not?

[He'll go ahead and take it. It's clear she's going to insist and he can't really deny that he'd be more inclined to use such a thing to make sure Chris is safe than himself.]

Yeah, she's very strong and one hell of a woman. [And way too good for someone like him. He gets that he's too damn messed up to be worthy of someone like her. He can't really hide the fact that she's special to him even if he is denying it.]

( it is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the familiar which catches Maruki's attention first. he pauses in his route jogging, staring at it for longer than is probably polite, really. but soon enough it moves, revealing the young woman it's tailing as she finishes hanging up a poster and continues on.

so, curiosity piqued, he heads to the poster and reads it.

huh.

not that he plans to end up in a situation where he would need a potion like that, but he didn't plan to be in Avalon at all. clearly planning only means so much. and it's with that thought that he jogs to catch up with her. )

E-excuse me!

[First Aid Potion? Sign Kadoc up. At this point, he's fully embraced the need to stock up on any material magical advantage he can, considering the limitations of the magic this place has gifted him with; he likes Light magic fine, but it's not going to perform any first aid for him, and he knows better than to think he'll never need that going forward.

So when he saw the first poster he happened upon, he'd stopped to make a note on his phone of where to meet the healer selling them. That might have been that for a time—but as he'd gone about his day, he'd eventually spotted the girl hanging up another poster on another board, tipping him off to her identity, which he hadn't recognized from the ad.

It's that girl!

Oh geez. Oh shit. It's the girl from the party, when he'd been under that mask effect . . . he wants this potion so badly, but the idea of approaching her makes him shrivel inside with embarrassment. She thinks he's some! Some dancing guy! Some Charleston kind of motherfucker. . . . This is just leading him to weirdly watch her from afar, which isn't ideal either . . .

Ugh. Well, Azul hadn't remembered (or claimed to have not remembered) the party in question, after the trauma of his own mask effect. The only thing Kadoc can do, short of going home and putting on a mask and hoodie or something to disguise his identity, is hope that this woman's own memories are hazy enough that she won't be disappointed by the reality of the guy she'd danced with.

So he approaches at last, after being weird about it for a bit, looking much more collected than he feels:]

. . . Hey. These signs are yours?

Yes, that's correct. How may I... [Rinea was stretching to pin her latest poster up as he spoke, so it takes her a moment to turn to Kadoc properly. His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it until she took in his appearance. Then...]

Oh! You're-- [Startled, Rinea drops the stack of posters in her hands, and they scatter across the pavement with a loud papery flutter.] Oh no! I-I'm so sorry...

[AHHHH HOW EMBARRASSING... at least dropping to pick up the papers gives her an excuse not to look him in the eyes. ]

Ah, good morning.

[Rinea pauses in her walk to allow Maruki to catch up, watching him approach with a smile. Adalhard's gaze bears down hard upon him, though given the monster's silence whatever emotion is actually behind that look is inscrutable.]

Is something the matter, sir?

Chris considers that for a moment, then laughs good-naturedly with her. The image is, she has to admit, a funny one indeed. "Yes, I suppose you have a point." She admits. "But that aside, this idea still has real potential. I'm glad you're pursuing it."

An eyebrow is raised in surprise as Rinea hurries to get the gift. "I'm grateful of course, but you needn't go to so much fuss. Your companionship has been more than enough of a gift since our arrival." They did get along well as roommates, even accounting for the differences in their personalities. It was actually because of that Chris had poked her head in to talk to Rinea about. But she'll wait until her friend is done with this mysterious gift.

"Oh, it is nothing that grand!" Rinea assures, finally locating the package and offering it to Chris. It is a small, flat box, neatly wrapped for presentation. Inside is a folded handkerchief, decorated with the flame rune Rinea has seen upon Chris's person many times and stitched in Rinea's delicate hand. The symbol's threads flicker gently, enchanted to shift colors like that of a fire.

Rinea inclines her head modestly, suddenly shy.

"I haven't forgotten how kind you were when we first met-- please consider it a token of my gratitude. If that's not too bold of me..."

Chris holds the handkerchief carefully, almost afraid she'll damage it somehow. "My goodness Rinea." She utters with awe. "You say it's nothing grand, but...this is truly amazing. And your eye for detail! You've copied the Rune's pattern perfectly." Indeed, it was, as far as she could tell, an entirely accurate mirror of the True Fire Rune. Chris looks back up, genuinely touched. "Thank you." She says finally, before tucking her arm with the handkerchief behind her arm, and taking Rinea's own hand in her other. Bowing, she brings the hand to her lips and kisses it in a chivalric gesture of thanks.

"You are a true friend my lady, and I am humbled by it." She says, looking back up at her friend with a smile.

Edited (my lady my lady my lady my lady) 2021-05-24 22:30 (UTC)

"And I yours," Rinea replies, fingers curling gently in Chris's grasp as she laughs in delight at the gesture. "It honors me to know you like the gift!"

She is much too embarrassed to dwell on it for too long, however, and Rinea busies herself with tidying up once released.

"Now then," she continues, "tell me what you were doing about town? Did you say you were looking for me?"

—Damn, sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you or anything—

[He stands there awkwardly for a second, but a second is too long to just watch someone pick up something they dropped on his account without helping out. So he bends too to assist her, also a great way to be looking at the ground right now without it being suspicious! How lucky for them both!

That reaction probably means she recognized him . . . ggghhhh.]

No, it's all right— the fault is mine, for reacting so rudely.... [Rinea's face is bright pink, mildly horrified. At least collecting the papers is but the work of a moment, though she still can't quite look right at Kadoc when he returns them to her.]

Thank you.

[She stands and hands off the posters to her familiar Adalhard to avoid any further mishaps, then finally wills herself to face poor Kadoc again. Her hands, now empty, lace together nervously.]

Um... I never did get your name.

[At the party, she means. Aaahhhhhhhooouuu might as well just straight up put it out there]

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