it's not romance, it's necromance

Hello friends :) It's Mihai, cutest wix on this side of Utopia and necromancer extraordinaire. Keep that last bit between us, dear. The walls are thin here and we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, would we? [RP blog for Hetopia.]

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As it turns out, it is very hard to hide within those fancy Anuipuk resorts. Mihai was sure the guests had spotted him amidst the foliage at least three times, which had forced him to move to more and more awkward spots. When the early evening came about, he was covered in small cuts and surely his left buttcheek had a nasty bruise from being pressed against tree bark for so long.

Eyes on the prize, he had to remind himself more than once. And it did pay off. Eventually, Mihai saw the man he’d been looking for in all of his autumny glory. Without wasting much time, and with little regard for witnesses, Mihai put on his best smile and pounced the sprite in front of him.

“Hello!”

In hindsight, it might have been a jumpscare. But Mihai just seemed too happy to find his target after such a long trip.

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Stowaway.

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Mihai couldn’t help but huff and puff. Surely the man was about five entire miles taller than himself, he still couldn’t afford to look any bit more frail than he already was - stuck in the middle of the ocean, there were not many places Mihai could run to if the situation went poorly.

“What, and you don’t think mopping is considered manual labor? What is this, prison?” He offered a light cheek pat to the other guy.

“What’s your name, big guy?” Mihai wasn’t even making eye contact anymore, he was too busy fidgeting to fix his clothes, displaced by the rough collar grab. “I wasn’t really hurting anyone, you see.”

Maarten raised a brow with the change in his demeanor. Did the guy just pet his cheek? The nerve. 

“Too weak for mopping even? Be happy we don’t throw you off the side, hm?” He gave Mihai another look over, wondering if the boy might be too much trouble after all. 

“Maarten. We’ll make sure you earn the rations you’ve already devoured, … “ He eyed Mihai questioningly, waiting for a name.

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Well, if one is going to suffer a death by murderous pirates, one might as well piss off the hottest of them all. “I am really really weak and defenseless, my hot friend. I am no use for mopping, I’m afraid my nanny used to spank me every night over how useless I was- Still am, I guess.” Mihai offered a little cheeky grin. 

His hand gently caressed the pirate’s face, again. “Maarten, that’s a good name. Matches your glare.” 

“If you really must know, my name is Barthelemy du Lac and I am your humble servant.” And Mihai made sure to pucker his lips as he said the name, to sound even fancier. “Metaphorically, of course.”

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“Hey there!” There was something about the chef that just made Mihai all warm inside - Some kind of infectious cheerfulness that even a necromancer could appreciate. Promptly, Mihai got up to follow the guy, taking the apron from him and wrapping it around himself. It clashed awfully with the rest of his get up but he didn’t care much.

“I’m Mihai. I, uh, I just travel around. It’s nice to meet you, Feliciano.”

With a flourish, Feliciano pushed open the swinging double doors that lead to the kitchen, waving at a waitress as she exited, then held them open for his guest.

“You’re a traveler? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to travel lots, but I just can’t seem to manage more than quick trips to other islands.”

Once in the kitchen, Feliciano scurried about, grabbing two mugs and a jug of cream from the fridge. He handed one of the mugs to Mihai. “Okay! I’ll show you how to do something simple first– just watch me, and then you try! First I’ll get the espresso shots ready– you don’t need to do that part, but it’s still important.” Once that was ready, he grabbed the milk, then kept working as he explained the process. “Okay, watch closely! You want to hold the cup at about a twenty degree angle, like this–” He tilted the cup. “Then reeeeeeeeeal slowly pour the milk in ‘til it’s about halfway full.”

“Then bring the cup and pitcher close together and you’ll start seeing a white circle in the middle of the cup. See?” He stopped pouring, and showed off the almost finished art. “Then, you take this little thing and drag it through the circle and tada! A heart!”

With the completed cup done, he offered a bright smile. “There’s lots of other designs you can do, but that’s the easiest one. Wanna try?”

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Mihai couldn’t help but look around in awe to the man’s kitchen. Hardly an indoors guy, let along deluxe restaurants, Mihai made sure to commit every detail to memory. As Feliciano moved around, Mihai couldn’t help but watch in awe as he poured liquid over another to create the design. 

“This is incredible! Are you sure I can try? I doubt mine will look any good.” He chuckled, but eagerly offered to take the cups from Feliciano. “So at an angle. Like this.” And slowly, Mihai poured as the other had shown him. It was wonky as hell, but surely enough, there was a drawing on his cup.

“Wow! I never thought it’d be this easy. Can you show me more designs then?”

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"Um, you're standing on the hem of my dress..."

Without a second thought, Mihai stepped aside. He was as polite as he was alarmed to find another human being so close to him. “Woah. How come you go around with clothes people can step on, lady?” There wasn’t much animosity in his voice, but curiosity. Then he grinned. “Going somewhere fancy?”

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Mihai wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the dress to feel how soft it must have been, but a tiny glance at his hands suggested he would leave the nastiest hand prints on the pure white dress. 

“Am not. It’s more important to, like…” And he drew a circle around his own face with his hand, gesturing himself. “To have a thing going, you know. Than just having a nice dress.” And Mihai smiled and gave her a little wink. “And you do.”

Then he giggled. “I could never do white. My friends always say I’m too dirty for it.”

Her bashful blush spread from her cheeks to the bridge of her nose and ears, and she used a hand to pat her face. It was no lie to say that such compliments did make her flustered, but for someone to be confident with the words and wink? She didn’t know how to react. 

“U-um, I do?” she giggled, “I- I never thought I did…” 

However, she managed to compose herself when he uttered his last words, a gentle, earnest frown on her features. She shook her head, hand moving to touch him, though she brought it back quickly, “they don’t sound like very nice friends. They should support you, not say things like that.” 

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“Well, it is the ultimate compliment in my opinion.” As her cheeks flustered, Mihai chuckled. “I don’t mind my friends calling me dirty. I mean. It is kinda true? It’s better being dirty than being stinky, afterall.” And he laughed at his own cheekyness.

“But hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I meant that your face looks really nice, you know.” Mihai paused, considering his own words, then it was his turn to get a bit pink on the cheeks. “Ah-- I’m not hitting on you or anything-”

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Latte art. Right. “I do, yes. I don’t mind waiting if you can spare a bit of time later.” Mihai looked around the street, just to make sure Eirik or Maarten were nowhere in sight. He smiled at the cook. “I can wait.”

 Mihai bit his lips at the presence of the phone, but said nothing. “I’ll, uh, be right here then.”

“Okay! I’ll come get you when I’m done~” With a wink and a smile, Feliciano hopped back over to the kitchen and got back to work.

A few more lattes and some sandwiches later, he popped back out of the kitchen, finding the man where he’d left him at his table. He gave a small wave, smiling brightly.

“Okaaaaay! I’m all done! My boss says we can use the kitchen, so c’mon! I’ll show you a few things. And here! I even brought you an extra apron so you can be super professional!” He handed the apron, which had a cute strawberry design on it, to the other, then gestured for him to follow. “I’m Feliciano, by the way, and like I said before, I’m the head chef here!”

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“Hey there!” There was something about the chef that just made Mihai all warm inside - Some kind of infectious cheerfulness that even a necromancer could appreciate. Promptly, Mihai got up to follow the guy, taking the apron from him and wrapping it around himself. It clashed awfully with the rest of his get up but he didn’t care much.

“I’m Mihai. I, uh, I just travel around. It’s nice to meet you, Feliciano.”

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Of hemlocks and nightshades.

[theirishwix]

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Taking another minute to watch for the more subtle reactions of the girl, Mihai was well aware he was threading dangerous territory. He offered her a little lopsided grin, but it felt a little strained. Mihai was wary of Peggy, and it seemed the other way around was also true. If Peggy was a weathered wix, she’d be able to do an educated guess on the nature of the spell.

“It’s simple enough magic, but I prefer warning you. So you don’t get jumpy, you know.” With that, Mihai spread his fingertips so his palms were parallel to the ground. For a fraction of a second, the immediate area around Mihai seemed to liquefy and then spread in all directions around them, creating this spider web of black gelatin. But faster than the blink of an eye, the substance melted back into the ground like it was never there.

Smiling like nothing wrong had happened right there, Mihai gestured Peggy to walk ahead, indicating a direction. “I got your little beast. Shall we?” 

As the thick tendrils of magic shot across the floor, Peggy did take a few steps back, eyeing the blackness of it. Of course, she may have had an idea of what it was, but she couldn’t be certain. 

That magic is something hardly anyone uses, and with good reason. She thought. Not only that, but she had only ever read of it in books - for all she knew, this could just be his quirky way of handling his magic… rather than her initial thought. 

Slowly looking to the other, she hummed, lengthening her neck and standing tall to show she had not been phased by the show, “lead the way.” 

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Mihai kept smiling like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I mean, it hadn’t, not as far as he was concerned. It was a simple little shadow spell, that didn’t really hurt anybody, and now Peggy could find her lost goods. 

“Your things are not too far. Just behind that house, I believe.” And he led the way, but always making sure to keep an eye on the girl in case she did decide on what she’d witnessed, and wanted to go around screaming about it. 

Mihai would have none of that.

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Mihai bit his lips, for a moment asking himself if he was asking too much. He knew Wixen often hid their favourite spells, perhaps it was the same with cooks? (He couldn’t personally tell whether the swan had been a begginer’s trick or some masterpiece.)

“Can you show me how you draw on the coffee?”

“Oh! You want to learn how to make latte art?” Well, that was a first! People would sometimes compliment the art, but no one had ever asked for a lesson. Feliciano wondered if he ought to charge the guy, but he seemed nice enough. A free lesson wouldn’t hurt.

For a second, Feliciano pulled out his phone to check the time, before quickly shoving it back into his pocket. “Sure! I could show you a few things~ I’m off in about ten minutes. Do you mind waiting till then?”

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Latte art. Right. “I do, yes. I don’t mind waiting if you can spare a bit of time later.” Mihai looked around the street, just to make sure Eirik or Maarten were nowhere in sight. He smiled at the cook. “I can wait.”

 Mihai bit his lips at the presence of the phone, but said nothing. “I’ll, uh, be right here then.”

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Mihai did not mind coming back to Urga once in a blue moon. It was familiar, after all, and that brings a certain ease to one’s heart that cannot be found anywhere else. What Mihai minded very much, were the people that roamed Urga. 

Usually he had no trouble staying away from the clan’s paths, he could detect their number well before any clansman detected a single wanderer in the steppe. That is, when one could see in the distance. 

“Fucking sand, I swear to the gods-” He cursed under his breath, adjusting the goggles around his eyes for what felt like the fourteenth time that day. 

But he was here for a reason, and he almost felt reassured as the strong winds revealed the little coveted stems. Mihai almost tackled them, swiftly plucking the little plants from the roots.

Until he noticed a shadow looming above him. Mihai froze as he looked up, feeling much like a little rabbit about to be pounced by an eagle. “Well, I got them first!” Quickly, Mihai shoved the sapplings into his sidebag and rolled backwards to draw some distance between the newcomer and himself. “Now back off!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, deciding this wasn’t a place for a fight. “…Fine.”

Seeing as there were still some left, he drew his wand and flicked it, causing the wind to part a visible line in the sand. It wasn’t exactly fair, as there were a couple more under the area demarcated for Sándor’s side…

“Just don’t cross that line.” Sándor warned, moving on to pick the rest of his plants.

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Almost like a cat, Mihai jumped a couple inches backwards when the man pulled a wand. He watched the line be drawn and let out a little feral hiss. “Right, and you get the big and ripe ones, right?”

Mihai did not walk through the entire continent on his own, avoiding the hell clans like they were the plague, to lose now. He kicked some sand onto the line. He stared right into the other man’s eyes as he flatlined. “What line?”

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Mihai watched carefully as the weird little fellow approached his table, in his pristine get up that seemed to match the rest of the entire town in Mihai’s mind. Far from judging anyone on their (appropriately adorable, he noted) fashion choices, the wix offered the man a smile. 

“The coffee was nice, but I would like to ask you something.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it!” But what kind of question might he have? Well, there was only one way to find out. 

“What is it you’d like to know? I’m happy to answer any questions about the menu!” Right now, Feliciano was being rather polite; he was, after all, still on the clock. Now was the time for his Professional Chef Voice.

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Mihai bit his lips, for a moment asking himself if he was asking too much. He knew Wixen often hid their favourite spells, perhaps it was the same with cooks? (He couldn’t personally tell whether the swan had been a begginer’s trick or some masterpiece.)

“Can you show me how you draw on the coffee?”

[crasnicul]

Of hemlocks and nightshades.

[theirishwix]

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“Bushy tail and a pouch, huh?” MIhai’s immediate reaction was to scan their vicinity. He didn’t quite expect to get a visual on the creature, but just to understand the possible hiding spots. “And the thing stole your goods just now? Like, is it still in the area, you know?”

Without giving Peggy much information, Mihai offered a friendly smile. “Well. I do have a bit of a location spell I could try?” But then he hesitated, his eyes doing another sweep of the area. “If there aren’t many magic folk around here, that would help.” Naturally, the nature of Mihai’s… abilities were unlawful as hell, but Peggy didn’t need to know that. “Or I get lots of interference, you know.” He added, sheepishly.

“Yeah, he can be a little git,” she provided, moving through the street and searching every dark spot that she could, “he’s quite nifty with his hiding, and he never runs far, so he should be somewhere around here. It’s like he wants to rub it in my nose that he keeps stealing my vials.” 

At the mention of the location charm, Peggy admitted, “to be fair, I wouldn’t bother wasting my skill on a little thing like him, but I guess it will be quicker than traipsing through the street. It’s up to you, though!” 

At latter part of his words, and his shifty sweep of the area, Peggy raised an eyebrow suspiciously. It was like she was trying to figure him out, but came up with nothing. Muttering quietly, she frowned, “no magic folk, eh? You must need a lot of concentration for that charm, then.” 

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Taking another minute to watch for the more subtle reactions of the girl, Mihai was well aware he was threading dangerous territory. He offered her a little lopsided grin, but it felt a little strained. Mihai was wary of Peggy, and it seemed the other way around was also true. If Peggy was a weathered wix, she’d be able to do an educated guess on the nature of the spell.

“It’s simple enough magic, but I prefer warning you. So you don’t get jumpy, you know.” With that, Mihai spread his fingertips so his palms were parallel to the ground. For a fraction of a second, the immediate area around Mihai seemed to liquefy and then spread in all directions around them, creating this spider web of black gelatin. But faster than the blink of an eye, the substance melted back into the ground like it was never there.

Smiling like nothing wrong had happened right there, Mihai gestured Peggy to walk ahead, indicating a direction. “I got your little beast. Shall we?” 

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"Um, you're standing on the hem of my dress..."

Without a second thought, Mihai stepped aside. He was as polite as he was alarmed to find another human being so close to him. “Woah. How come you go around with clothes people can step on, lady?” There wasn’t much animosity in his voice, but curiosity. Then he grinned. “Going somewhere fancy?”

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beaucoeurlunaire

“Oh stop it,” she urged, cheeks aglow bashfully, “you’re just saying that.”

Everyone says that. It’s what she got for having moonlight skin and stars in her eyes. Something she had heard her stressed mother say, a long time ago. At least, she was sure it was her mother that had said that. Josephine couldn’t quite remember it correctly, it was fuzzy, but she knew it happened.

“But, thank you for the compliment,” she bowed her head, “I feel that white is most refreshing, and any other colour washes me out… I’m sure I would look like the dead walking if I wore any other colour.”

Mihai wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the dress to feel how soft it must have been, but a tiny glance at his hands suggested he would leave the nastiest handprints on the pure white dress. 

“Am not. It’s more important to, like...” And he drew a circle around his own face with his hand, gesturing himself. “To have a thing going, you know. Than just having a nice dress.” And Mihai smiled and gave her a little wink. “And you do.”

Then he giggled. “I could never do white. My friends always say I’m too dirty for it.”

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It had been a while since Mihai was left alone for such a long time. I say this as he has caretaking companions now, the kind of smart men that just know better than to leave Mihai to his own devices, in the middle of civilization. Surely, during their travels, there was only so much chaos Mihai could create with a pile of bones he’s found in the woods and some rocks.

But in the middle of a picture perfect little seaside village? 

It was more or less noon and Mihai was getting restless. There not all that much to see in a town like that, and it’s not like he could follow his friends into the ocean. So he roamed (and probably scared the nice old ladies who were just trying to water their plants). And roamed. And roamed some more.

Until a scent caught his nose. And like in a cartoon, Mihai followed that sweet, warm aroma that led him straight into this nice little restaurant, the kind with the little tables set out on the sidewalk and all. But the smell had seduced him, and he needed it. 

Mihai stood for a couple of minutes on the other side of the road, just studying the restaurant situation. He was used to crusty pubs and sketchy taverns during the life on the road, but a nice upstanding, shiny place like this? Uncanny.

After some deliberating, Mihai crossed the road, went inside, ordered a coffee and took a seat outside. He produced this moldy old tome from somewhere within his clothes and pulled the coffee to his lips. Before he could even taste it, however, the necromancer took notice of a frilly little design on the surface of the foam. 

Holy shit. There was an entire swan drawing on the coffee!! 

Now, a pause to explain the outsider perspective: a Scooby-Doo-worthy swampy little beast, sitting in this fancy, spotless restaurant, staring into his own mug with this awed grin on his face for a few minutes. 

Once over his initial excitation, Mihai drank the coffee and it was alright, but he still had a bit smile on his lips. After a brief exchange with the waitress, he asked for the chef, to compliment them personally for such a great little trick.

And so he waited.

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It was a lovely day in Feliciano’s little seaside hometown, the sort of day that was so pretty that he didn’t mind going into work. Not that he ever minded much, really. He loved to cook, and his job as a chef really was the dream. 

Today, the café was bustling, as of course, it was the perfect day for getting a nice lunch or a cup of coffee. Most of the seats were occupied by cheerful friends, partners, or some even just enjoying time to themselves. As he cooked, Feliciano liked to peek his head out from time to time and see who was there, waving at the regulars and people who knew him. All in all, it was just a splendid day.

Sometime later, while he was finishing up the garnishes on a nice lunch sized sandwich, one of the waitresses popped into the back, informing him that a customer had asked to see him. As if the day couldn’t get more perfect! The bubbly otterfolk sent off the meal, then, dusting the flour from his apron, popped out of the kitchen and to the outside seating area. 

“Good afternoon!” he greeted, a bright smile on his face as he observed the customer. His first thought was the guy seemed cute, in the way that a mangy, feral cat is cute; in desperate need of a makeover, but still with something nice hidden under there. His second thought was that this really wasn’t the normal sort of patron they got. How had this guy even afforded a coffee? Well, beggars can’t be choosers, and Feliciano was a beggar of compliments, so he simply continued smiling in that bright, sunshiney way of his. 

“I’m the head chef here! I hope everything’s been to your satisfaction?”

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Mihai watched carefully as the weird little fellow approached his table, in his pristine get up that seemed to match the rest of the entire town in Mihai’s mind. Far from judging anyone on their (appropriately adorable, he noted) fashion choices, the wix offered the man a smile. 

“The coffee was nice, but I would like to ask you something.”

[crasnicul]

It had been a while since Mihai was left alone for such a long time. I say this as he has caretaking companions now, the kind of smart men that just know better than to leave Mihai to his own devices, in the middle of civilization. Surely, during their travels, there was only so much chaos Mihai could create with a pile of bones he’s found in the woods and some rocks.

But in the middle of a picture perfect little seaside village? 

It was more or less noon and Mihai was getting restless. There not all that much to see in a town like that, and it’s not like he could follow his friends into the ocean. So he roamed (and probably scared the nice old ladies who were just trying to water their plants). And roamed. And roamed some more.

Until a scent caught his nose. And like in a cartoon, Mihai followed that sweet, warm aroma that led him straight into this nice little restaurant, the kind with the little tables set out on the sidewalk and all. But the smell had seduced him, and he needed it. 

Mihai stood for a couple of minutes on the other side of the road, just studying the restaurant situation. He was used to crusty pubs and sketchy taverns during the life on the road, but a nice upstanding, shiny place like this? Uncanny.

After some deliberating, Mihai crossed the road, went inside, ordered a coffee and took a seat outside. He produced this moldy old tome from somewhere within his clothes and pulled the coffee to his lips. Before he could even taste it, however, the necromancer took notice of a frilly little design on the surface of the foam. 

Holy shit. There was an entire swan drawing on the coffee!! 

Now, a pause to explain the outsider perspective: a Scooby-Doo-worthy swampy little beast, sitting in this fancy, spotless restaurant, staring into his own mug with this awed grin on his face for a few minutes. 

Once over his initial excitation, Mihai drank the coffee and it was alright, but he still had a bit smile on his lips. After a brief exchange with the waitress, he asked for the chef, to compliment them personally for such a great little trick.

And so he waited.

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"Um, you're standing on the hem of my dress..."

Without a second thought, Mihai stepped aside. He was as polite as he was alarmed to find another human being so close to him. “Woah. How come you go around with clothes people can step on, lady?” There wasn’t much animosity in his voice, but curiosity. Then he grinned. “Going somewhere fancy?”

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beaucoeurlunaire

They Fey twittered, tone tinkling lightly. His little display was a little entertaining, and she noted he certainly knew how to wow with his fashion. It was one-of-a-kind, unique - something she could come to appreciate, despite it being starkly different from her own. Each to their own, she remembered, each to their own.

“I think it suits you,” she commented, “if I do say so myself, it makes a stranger like you quite handsome to the passerby.”

Mihai couldn’t help but chuckle. He puffed his chest out like a little peacock, it was not often he heard this kind of compliment - and from someone so proper looking, as well. He offered the girl a playful bow. “You flatter me, my lady.”

He took another glance at the girl. “You know, you don’t look half bad yourself. I’d do more jewelry on top but I’m digging all the white.” It surely made her look near angelic, and that’s an aesthetic Mihai could enjoy.

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Of hemlocks and nightshades.

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theirishwix

Hm, well, she guessed you could say that… Peggy was certainly headstrong, in the very least.

A brief pause was followed by the trying of his name on her tongue, and she found that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be. He may appear intoxicated, but she supposed acting, somewhat, friendly wouldn’t hurt her.

She huffed, frown softening, “I’m not gonna lie, ya kind’a did. Nothing ya can do about it. Just lost something, that’s all. Anyway, Mihai, was it? Is there something you need?”

Mihai couldn’t help but wonder. “Well, if you lost something, why don’t you tell me what it is? Maybe I could help you look. I’m not doing much of anything, you see.” Truth is, he was looking to purchase a few… eyebrow raising items, but one could never be too careful these days.

It would cost Mihai but a few minutes to get a better feeling on the girl, and maybe buy back a little of her good will.

[theirishwix]

“It’s this creature,” she admitted, “it’s scraped past my grip a few times in the past, and it’s pretty annoying.” 

She heaved a sigh, “it looks like a rat, but it has a bushy tail and a small pouch on its tummy. It’ll store anything that it takes interest in, and well, this time it nabbed three of my vials. There’s balms and potions in there that I need. They’re for my- one of my regulars, so I need ‘em back, y’know?” 

“If ya’ve seen the little blighter, it’d be sure nice that ya tell me where he got to,” she said, sternly, fixing the other with a critical gaze. Surely, if he had seen something he would tell her. 

“In return for your help, I will offer you anything you need,” she nodded, “as thanks.” 

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“Bushy tail and a pouch, huh?” MIhai’s immediate reaction was to scan their vicinity. He didn’t quite expect to get a visual on the creature, but just to understand the possible hiding spots. “And the thing stole your goods just now? Like, is it still in the area, you know?”

Without giving Peggy much information, Mihai offered a friendly smile. “Well. I do have a bit of a location spell I could try?” But then he hesitated, his eyes doing another sweep of the area. “If there aren’t many magic folk around here, that would help.” Naturally, the nature of Mihai’s... abilities were unlawful as hell, but Peggy didn’t need to know that. “Or I get lots of interference, you know.” He added, sheepishly.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

Show up uninvited! Invite yourself to the party! Be the belle of the ball! Make a scene. Get kicked out. Set fire to the lawn.

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"Um, you're standing on the hem of my dress..."

Without a second thought, Mihai stepped aside. He was as polite as he was alarmed to find another human being so close to him. “Woah. How come you go around with clothes people can step on, lady?” There wasn’t much animosity in his voice, but curiosity. Then he grinned. “Going somewhere fancy?”

[softinspirit-blog]

Moving aside, though only marginally, Josephine ducked her gaze from the other. With a soft voice, and a tender shake of her head, she replied, “no, sir, this is my everyday attire.” 

What could she say? Flowing dresses made her feel pretty. 

“What about you, sir?” She almost wanted to say he looked like he was going to a funeral, what with his colours being in stark contrast with her own. The way she shifted on her feet made the light glint off of her pearly skin, and she was blinking owlishly up at him, awaiting an answer.

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Mihai had to do a double take. A long dress like that seemed unlawfully bothersome, but he understood the call of fashion better than most people around. When the girl took notice of his own attire, Mihai grinned and did a little spin to show off. 

“Well, I’m not really going anywhere.” But since they were already on the subject. “I just got this vest a few days ago, what do you think?”