[A basket of food sits next to the Medicine Seller as he lounges, casual as ever.] A surprise... I would assume.

[Nothing has been touched.] I am afraid I am not hungry, however. [Ever.] Ah... [A moment's pause. He turns to the Forge.]

Would

anyone

like

to

take

this?

[A deep, haunting chuckle followed by shockingly bright paint flashes from the Forge. Guess who's back in business among the streets of Anatole? The pale-skinned man- is he really that anymore, one wonders- is seen casually strolling along the streets, device in hand ( Read more... )

[You see ocean as far as the eye can see, tiny boats speckling the waves like the birds on the shoreline. The land behind you is filled with the sound of men shouting, metal against metal, and horses whining in distress ( Read more... )

"...Unforgivable."

"...Unforgivable."

"...Unforgivable." [It's a chilling mantra, one that whispers in from a pit of darkness ( Read more... )

[The first image is that of the Medicine Seller setting the Forge onto his reliable box. He finds himself surrounded on a roof top, watching as a group of particularly violent Anatolians run by.]

My, what a mess. [The scent of boiling emotions is heavy in the air. He can feel it, the regret and anger pouring off the entire community in waves. ( Read more... )

[The sound of seagulls crying in the distance.

The smell of salt.

The feel of a breeze gently nipping away.

It is an overly ordinate vessel, this ship. There are few on board, the Medicine Seller being one of them. He is lounging far away from the others who are muttering to themselves about the situation at hand.

Ayakashi. Lost at seaThe ( Read more... )

Ah... I hardly think it's amusing to steal someone's personal materials.

[-Huh? Yet his medicine box is simply a few feet away. What on earth-

Clothes. The Forge angles to give the viewers a rare sight: the Medicine Seller without his vibrantly colored robes and traditional purple scarf. While he does still have a layer or two on top, the thin ( Read more... )

[This rare for him as it may, viewers are shown a particular image.

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[The Medicine Seller is seen slowly, deliberately walking down the streets of Anatole as if he had not been tremendously stricken weeks or so ago.

There is not a difference in his appearance save for the obvious lack of a certain item: his headscarf. Blood is such a bother to remove if it settles for too long.]

Ah...

[Even with the scarf ( Read more... )

[The Medicine Seller sits beneath a tree not too far from the market-place. He is uncharacteristically slumped against it.]

Ah... My... this could be a problem. [The red smeared about his chin is highly visible on his pale skin.]

Quite so.

[There is a flash of fangs.

splatterAnd then he falls silent. As for the odd flickering of gold and ( Read more... )