#shulk 01

[otherworldly-healer]

@temperedwithgods​

In the drawing room there appears to be a very excitable professor taking up an entire corner of the studio space, with a setup that looks more like a biology lab than a casual art workshop. Journals were strewn about on a table, each with different studies of plants and monsters found throughout Spirale. In an open folder were many pressed plants that the woman was using to place on slides of a microscope, which was clearly labeled with a bright sticker claiming it had belonged to Spirale’s University. On the page in front of her was a rather abstract pattern detailing the leaf’s structure under the microscope, with notes on the sides of the image detailing scientific names as well as medicinal uses. It looked like she had been here for awhile. It took her perhaps a little too long to notice that someone was standing beside her.

“Oh, my. Sorry! Would you like me to push over to the next chair? I’m afraid I couldn’t help but make use of the free materials for my research.”

[gwarchtawelwch]

@temperedwithgods

It had happened a couple of times now. Not many, but really anything more than once told her that this might be something that keeps happening, which wasn’t great for her personally. Perhaps she was overreacting, her mind telling her she was already being unreasonable. It couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

Those couple of times had been the only times she’d seen him, which was a couple more times than she’d ever seen any of her other roommates in the entire time she’d lived in this city. She figured who lived here had changed once or twice by the nature of things left lying around, and truth be told he was perhaps the neatest she’d shared this space with. Yet on those few occasions she’d seen him carrying a weapon or a tool. She didn’t want to cause a fuss, definitely not on the first time they actually spoke.

But on the other hand, she didn’t want to catch fire either.

So here she stood, outside the room that sounded like someone was in it. Wearing a face mask, laboratory goggles, oven mitts, a big coat and an apron for good measure. After a deep breath, she knocked on the door and then spoke in a very muffled, quiet voice. 

“...Hello? Is there anyone in there..? I...”

Oh god, it physically pained her. Her awkwardness was manifesting and attacking her mind and body.

“Need a word... If that’s okay...”

[nasturtiuum-blog]

∂σωηgяα∂є ;

        「 ♔ 」Indeed, her power had been taken away from her, even more so than before, but that wasn't what had been annoying the priestess since her arrival. No, it was her staff-- or what she had been given in the place of her staff. The wooden staff, while something a beginning wizard would surely use, was not the staff Scheherazade had held onto for the many years of her life. Her staff was very important to her and held many memories, and with it gone-- well, she wasn't exactly pleased.

        Yet, it did not seem to be Scheherazade alone in the struggle with equipment being taken away. Many people that had passed her by held onto something made of wood, while others seemed to have slightly improved quality items. Maybe it was something you earned-- that seemed most likely. Still, one sword out of all of them caught her eye and with a raise of her eyebrow, approached the one who held onto it. 

        ❝That is indeed a peculiar weapon you have there. I have seen many in my life, but none with a shape such as that. May I ask who creates such swords, or is it perhaps one of a kind?❞