Who: The medicine seller & OPEN
Where: Terra, a street near you.
When: Late evening.
Summary: The medicine seller sells medicine. And other stuff.
Rating: PG-13 for hustling omg;; and vulgar mentions of porn.
Other: Don't be shy, jump in. Single thread, though, and I'm capping this at three people or I'll get overwhelmed.
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I could sell raid to a bug, I'm a hustla, I could sell salt to a slug. )
There was a low stone bench and she settled down on it (bonelessly). Idly, the woman emitted tired smoke from her wand, watched it curl in front of the street in front of her. Sitting in the shadows casting curls, the thought made her smile, but the sound of soft footsteps interrupted her play.
A pale man with a painted face, playing his own fames with bottles. "Hello," Bellatrix greeted him cordially, her voice very clear in the night silence and its own strength.
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He turned his head to look at her, those violet eyes taking her in impassively as he regarded all things in this world. As though nothing were important or especially interesting, even when they concerned him... as she did.
"Hello," he replied politely, anyway.
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"Anything a widowed witch would desire?"
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He paused, then added, "Although, I suppose, even a simple medicine seller can ease a widowed witch's ennui."
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"My ennui. You have a cure for my ennui? It's been there a long time, an affliction with some years behind it. It's been there so long, it eats away at me for its own survival. And you say you may have a cure..."
She smiled, once again. "But I suppose such a medicine would cost more than mere money?"
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"Rather..." His eyes fixed on hers. "Myself, to whom the night led you. So far from your home, as well. Tell me... what is it that you usually do to ease your symptoms?"
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"Of the type witches are well known for."
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"What do you like best?" he asked vaguely.
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"As if I could rank my occupations into order of delight. You should know us witches don't deal well with such straight questions. You should know we paint poems, spin riddles. But..." Bellatrix turned her pale face to the dark sky and thought. "I enjoy worship. I enjoy a righteous cause." Back to him, painted as much of her, and that smile. "Don't we all?"
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