IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[samantha_grey]

A long forgotten thing, but there's definitely magic there. [She nodded.] Those who still follow the old ways are a rare sight anymore.

[cyan_maid]

I see...and why is that?

[samantha_grey]

Short version? they lost the wars they got involved in. Long version's unpleasant and gets into religion. I'll spare you that one today. I'm a bit biased.

[cyan_maid]

Oh. Alright, then. Those things do tend to happen...wars and losing, I mean.

[samantha_grey]

They do. And a lot of those who knew magic died. The old arts stuck around, but only in small cells.

[cyan_maid]

I see...

[That sort of thing happens, too.]

Well! Um. It's good that it's still around?

[samantha_grey]

Heh, I'm pretty pleased to still be kicking it around. This place, though... I guess you'd call it my little haven in this madhouse. [She patted the counter.] When I feel like crap, I can just focus on work.

[cyan_maid]

[Nods!] Work is definitely a good thing to keep focused on! I'm glad you have your shop, then.

[samantha_grey]

mmm, yeah, same here. It's been a good thing in general. So, how long you been here anyway?

[cyan_maid]

How long? Um...not terribly long. A couple weeks or so?

[samantha_grey]

You're coping pretty well then. By that point I'd lost my bracelet and was wandering the streets like a gray person, and Satan owed me a drink

[cyan_maid]

[Eyebrows going waaaay up.] Um...well, I can safely say that no one owes me a drink, Satan or otherwise.

So is that what happens if we don't wear these? We go grey, too?

[samantha_grey]

Heh, he wasn't that bad. Just kind of tired, really. It was... weird. But yes, you have a couple hours if you take it off before the gray sets in. I sometimes use it for a little privacy, but can't leave it off for long.

[cyan_maid]

Can't you just...choose to not pay attention to the bracelet? It's a lot less risky that way.

[samantha_grey]

Most days, but... I'm paranoid, and I don't like the idea that they might watch me through it all the time. Sometimes it's good not to have eyes on you.

[cyan_maid]

You mean the gods?

[Jane looks down to fiddle with her own bracelet.] Can that actually be done? Monitoring people through them, I mean.

[samantha_grey]

Loki personally runs it, and I ... I think it's part of him, because he gets weak whenever Thiazi attacks the network. So, I figure it's better safe than sorry.

[cyan_maid]

Hmmm.

Well...I can't say I'm an expert on this sort of thing, but it might be a good idea to ask if it is? If this Loki doesn't mind questions about it, of course. The more you know, the better, right?

[samantha_grey]

I might do that one of these days. [Blatant lie. The reason that she took her bracelet off was so that she could do debatably legal/ethical research she was certain the gods wouldn't approve of. She wasn't taking a chance with them wondering why she cared.]

Did you have anything else you were wondering so far?

[cyan_maid]

[The lie is successful. Jane is none the wiser.]

Um...maybe more about this apothecary stuff? If you've got a shop dedicated to it, you've got to be good at it.

[samantha_grey]

Oh, this? [She smirked and looked around.] I'd like to think I am, yeah. I never went to school, but my mom taught me everything about herbal cures and mixing potions I know that isn't from an experiment. Picking up the pharmacy stuff wasn't that hard with what she taught me.

The potions... those are sort of the pride and joy, though it's honestly the meds that pay the bills.

[cyan_maid]

I see! And if it pays the bills, that must mean the medicine works. How nifty...

[She leans closer to some of the items. Anything she should probably not put her nose in? Yeah, she's up in its business.]

[samantha_grey]

Exactly. [She chuckled.] You could say the medicines funds my potions research.

[As she got close to one of the articles, Sam snorted and laughed. She held it up and gave it a once over before setting it down.]

Careful, that one will make you reek to high heaven for a half hour or so. It's one of my newer poisons.

[cyan_maid]

-Oh!!!

[She pulls back, a little wide-eyed.] Oh, goodness! Okay. Alright, that's not smart of me...

[samantha_grey]

Hehe, some of this stuff's pretty toxic. don't worry about it, Jane. I brew up some nasty stuff either way. Not all of it though. I do make poultices at least.