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]

Eh? Oh, hey. Yeah, I remember you. [She sends directions.] Feel free to stop by if you like. If it's after hours, bang on the door. I have some research to do, so I'll be in late.

To Action?

[cyan_maid]

Okay! I'll make sure to be timely.

[And then, to action!

It doesn't seem too late to Jane, it's not even dark yet, but the day is certainly waning, and Jane takes care to knock on the door just in case. It took her a little while to find the place...]

Hello? Anyone in?

yep!

[samantha_grey]

[The reply comes in a muffled tone at first, but soon there's the sound of someone tumping their way up. the door unlocks and a set of red eyes looks out of the doorway for a moment.]

You here fo... oh hey, it's you. Come on in.

[She gave her a smile and motioned for her to come in. The small space is cramped, with a simple counter and a table with two chairs on the door's side. The whole place practically reeked of herbs, sage, thyme, garlic and other more exotic varieties hanging all along the back log along with obvious rows of herbal remedies and a few over the counter remedies.

A little more distressing, though, was the constantly updated 'potions' price list on a blackboard on one wall. Prominent there was the word Poisons over a longer list than the options above. And... near to it, was that a small glass jar of mushrooms beside it? Depending on how well she knew her hallucinogens...

Well, the shop definitely was rather open about what it sold.]

You find the place alright?

[cyan_maid]

[The red eyes are - well, just a tad startling, but not terribly so. The smile helps that dissolve pretty quickly too, and Jane comes in, taking in the Apothecary with interest. The poisons list is noted, but to Jane, mushrooms are mushrooms.

She takes a deep breath.] Oh - um, it was a little tricky, but I'm still new. I'll get the hang of things, I think. It smells lovely in here...

[samantha_grey]

[Tail swishing behind her, she led the way after locking the door behind Jane and grabbed a spot on the other side of the counter before waving at all of ... well, it really was kind of cramped.]

Most people hate it. Don't stay for long. Say it smells too strongly, but for me it smells more like home this way.

[cyan_maid]

It's a little heady, but - it's almost like a kitchen in a way. Sort of.

[She catches sight of the tail and eyes it for a moment. Clearly there are things she should ask, but...that could come later.]

So does that mean you run an apothecary where you're from?

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, I guess it does sound a bit lie a kitchen. [She laughed and leaned forward to talk.] But, no. My mom trained me in this sort of thing all my life along with magic. We lived on a farm. spent the last few years running for my life most of the time.

Not exactly good for business.

[cyan_maid]

[...There's a lot there that pings Jane's interest, but she'll just file it away for now. Asking about why someone had to be on the run was a little impolite for a first meeting.]

No, I suppose it isn't. So, magic is a thing where you come from?

[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.