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Who: Alucard
king_no_life The Medicine Seller
ksuriuri_san
Where: Forest of Spires (Alucards cozy abode)
When:
Rating: PG for blood and PT for PRETTY TRIPPY
Summary: The Medicine Seller finally gets a notice from Alucard to complete a previous agreement.
the log: No, he hadn't forgotten. He'd never forget anything that interested him, or was of even the slightest bit important, and this was certainly both interesting and fairly important. He didn't tell a soul what the notice was about, where he was going, what he was doing or why. Why would he? Instead, he slipped out, the way he always did, the oil paper umbrella popping open and attaching to the medicine box before he headed out.
It seemed silly, didn't it, using a paper umbrella against this rain. And yet... the acid flowed off of it, like it was merely water, the Medicine Seller easily avoiding puddles as he followed the instructions that he remembered so clearly, as if everything had been spoken yesterday. "Amongst a forest of spires".
That wouldn't be too hard to find. The gray blue gaze took in everything, the monsters staked on to the spikes, the 'building' that housed his current customer, one could say. He took it all in with an expressionless face, unaffected by the display of it all.
His only pause... was to listen. Nothing came to him, of course, but force of habit always drove him in that sense.
Ah well.
He had still yet to procure another bandanna. Straw blond hair created almost a mane, untangled yet wild without the pin and cloth that usually held everything in place. At least he'd gotten his robes repaired and cleaned.
Without another moment to waste, he headed into the macabre forest, the sound of the geta sandals enough to herald his approach, as well as the gentle clink of items within the box.
king_no_life The Medicine Seller
ksuriuri_san
Where: Forest of Spires (Alucards cozy abode)
When:
Rating: PG for blood and PT for PRETTY TRIPPY
Summary: The Medicine Seller finally gets a notice from Alucard to complete a previous agreement.
the log: No, he hadn't forgotten. He'd never forget anything that interested him, or was of even the slightest bit important, and this was certainly both interesting and fairly important. He didn't tell a soul what the notice was about, where he was going, what he was doing or why. Why would he? Instead, he slipped out, the way he always did, the oil paper umbrella popping open and attaching to the medicine box before he headed out.
It seemed silly, didn't it, using a paper umbrella against this rain. And yet... the acid flowed off of it, like it was merely water, the Medicine Seller easily avoiding puddles as he followed the instructions that he remembered so clearly, as if everything had been spoken yesterday. "Amongst a forest of spires".
That wouldn't be too hard to find. The gray blue gaze took in everything, the monsters staked on to the spikes, the 'building' that housed his current customer, one could say. He took it all in with an expressionless face, unaffected by the display of it all.
His only pause... was to listen. Nothing came to him, of course, but force of habit always drove him in that sense.
Ah well.
He had still yet to procure another bandanna. Straw blond hair created almost a mane, untangled yet wild without the pin and cloth that usually held everything in place. At least he'd gotten his robes repaired and cleaned.
Without another moment to waste, he headed into the macabre forest, the sound of the geta sandals enough to herald his approach, as well as the gentle clink of items within the box.