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I really, really like this. Thanks for the chapter!
What to do with a shop?
- Thread starter Discordant Note
- Start date
I wonder if that seed could have been used to eventually find a way to create gems of Sight and Hearing, its opposites.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
That's good eldritch right there. Delicious and dark, with an undercurrent of 'it's not so bad, but it's certainly not human.' A good reminder that our shopkeeper is not a good person, for all that he greatly prefers to help heroes.
Considering that we got a touch of eldritch in that chapter, the immediate helpful use would be to enchant something with blindness and deafness to shield the wearer from eldritch madness or cognitohazard types of things, where you are literally blinding yourself to protect yourself from harm.
In the case of the customer, it might be a charm that would prevent the wearer from being able to notice items that have been altered to draw attention to them.
Or from MLP:FiM, when Twilight casts the "Want it, Need it" spell on a doll that causes a riot over it, something like this could shield the wearer from it.
In the case of the customer, it might be a charm that would prevent the wearer from being able to notice items that have been altered to draw attention to them.
Or from MLP:FiM, when Twilight casts the "Want it, Need it" spell on a doll that causes a riot over it, something like this could shield the wearer from it.
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What to do with a shop? 1.12
New world Connection Established
"Ho, now this is interesting bad timing but interesting," I said.
"What is it?" Soul asked, poking at the jars of holy water Aqua blessed in exchange for booze. It's kind of sad.
"My shop seems to have connected to another world... and with the restrictions lightened, you two might be exposed to something outside your norm," I replied as the water slowly sucked the soul energy out of my body dam. This feels horrid.
"As long as nothing attacks us it's fine." Soul dismissed with a shrug. Maka looked hesitant but nodded.
"I'm more worried about Maka, I know my soul is freaky to you, especially since it healed." An understatement since she had a mini freakout over it. "Fine, who knows no one could enter..."
The door chimed, "Never mind." I wiped off my hand and smiled at the confused man. "Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Um... are you a magic shop? I'm trying to get rid of some possessions my cousin left behind... He passed recently."
"I'm sorry for your loss. As a pawn shop, I would be more than happy to inspect your wares."
"He was a dick, so it wasn't a huge loss... dude tried to join a dark guild, Loss Rose, or something. Anyway, I have a bunch of magic gear and a book I'm never using, and my daughters aren't touching a ten-foot pole. They can learn some respectable magic if they want to dabble." He was lost, muttering as he placed the content of the large box on the table.
Introductory book of Palm magic: The magic capable of imbuing magical effects within one's palms to be applied to others. This style of magic requires physical contact to impart effects...Introduction to Body morph magic...Introduction to Ring Magic...Advanced Palm Magic...Specialized Palm Magic notebook Curing palm...
Five other books on minor magics... and eight magic rings.
"Alright, I have to ask. What is the specific reason you have issues with these books? Because I'm not familiar with a few of these. Can you explain your cousin's crimes?"
"He had a habit of getting too touchy as a child, which grew worse later. He grabbed everything he could to learn to touch things more, particularly women, if you get my drift..."
"Ah. I see, in that case, I understand why you would want to get rid of this stuff."
"Grosse!" Maka muttered and then explained the issue to Soul, who was still more interested in a Base guitar.
"Yhea, he is out of the family now, but we still need to get rid of most of his trash. This is most of his books and the few magic items he had. The Rune Knigts cleared all as legal, so getting some money out of his ordeal would be nice." Blatantly lying, they probably didn't even look since I count four books on cursed magic, and I think that's a charm ring.
"In that case, I have mostly sold odds and ends, but I have been looking to break into the magical market. I'll give you thirty-two thousand Jewel for the lot." The guy had dollar signes in his eyes.
"Thirty-five."
"Thirty-two-five-hundred and that is only due to the number of books; most of these look like out of date and poor quality synopsis of common magic. The one book that looks even remotely unique is that pamphlet on eye magic."
"Thirty-four?" He said, annoyed.
"Thirty- three." holding out my hand, I saw the guy on the fence about the decision before sighing in resignation.
"Fine, Thirty-three. I was expecting less anyway."
"I never purchase something less than its worth, my good man, and despite the reputation that precedes these magical methods, Im sure someone can find a use for them." I produced a Cheque. Places with banks are magically provided the money from the magic of the garden.
"Nice doing business with you; hope you come again." I smiled as he left. "Thank you for holding your tongue; most of the time, it's a more dynamic first customer."
"So he came from another world? That didn't sound like a normal Witch, and I've never read about Rune Knights... Pulse, his soul seems similar to a normal soul." She made a beeline for the book and went to open them. I snapped my fingers with the settling of my soul and the modification of my magic. I gained a few skills.
Possessed Possessions II: Items under your ownership can be manipulated magically, capable of hovering and moving up to 5 miles an hour. This magic can not be used effectively for direct combat and in owned space or within one meter.
Shoppers Desires: Get a simple sense of what a customer desires.
The book snapped shut, and the entire box moved toward the growing bookshelf... I need a library and to see if I can't find a few contacts with booksellers."No-no-no, all literature needs to be purchased before learning." Maka pouts, and Soul snickers. "If you genuinely want a new book, pout at your father for a little while." Soul was cackling now.
Connection Activated: Fairy Tail
Store upgraded!
Literary Library room purchased—inventory self-sorting, Auto translation option available for a fee, and summary generation available.
"How are you three doing?" The Aang, Katara, and Soka looked tired and covered in pink pox markings. "If you are sick, I have a few cures that should help..."
"Oh, no, these are from Pentapusses."
"Realy? I was looking to pick a few of those up, cute little buggers from what I hear."
"Yeah, are! Though they like living in some nasty stuff." Anag rambled excitedly.
"Aang, not the time. Shopkeep, do you have anything that could trick an army garrison?"
"Well... I have a few options. What's your budget?"
"We are almost broke. Despite selling you so much junk."
"Stop purchasing expensive imported jerky, and we will be fine," Katara mutters. Soka has an ardent obsession with meat and a weird fascination with ostrich jerky.
"But ist so good! Um... what could we get for a colony of Pentapusses?"
"I have a candle that will emit a miss that will make illusions more real, and this." I placed a bomb Wiz traded me for. "This explodes and emits a magical shockwave that causes short-term confusion. Anyone not ready will fully believe almost anything for a time."
"How much for the second option?"
"Nine thousand five hundred gold." Aang choked on his spit, and Katara was dumbfounded.
"...The candles?" Soka whispers.
"Three Dozen Pentapusses."
"Deal."
Connection Activated: Avatar the Last Airbender
"Hello?"
"Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Um... why is your shop in the middle of the girls' dorm?" A short blue-haired girl asked; she had a lovely orange dress.
"The doors appear where they want. Unless it's a public space, I can't open them."
"...so your an actual Interdimensional store? How did you manage that? Some form of space magic to make the store skim on top of reality?" She rambled on, trying to guess how the store worked.
"That would be telling. Now, do you require something? We have food, pets, clothing, charms, magical artifacts..."
"Magical artifacts?" She perked up in interest.
"This way, miss, they are generally scatted around the store. But I have a nice pair of earrings that grant the ability to transform into a bird. Always a good seller... though not many can afford the price tag."
"How much? That is really handy to have! Only some objects can induce animal transformation magic well..
"Here we are; they are eighty thousand jewels."
"What!"
"Real silver and diamonds, and they also enchant stamina recovery."
"If that is too much for you, we also have shoes, ornaments, lamps, swords, books..."
"Can you just show me the books, please?"
"Alright, though, please keep in mind the expansion is quite new, and stocking the area is sporadic."
The Literary Library was a cozy room that looked more like a study than a standard library. Book selfs all over, but several tanks are filled with fishes and cute Pentapusses.
"What topic are you looking for?" My companion bolted and started running over, intending to tare into them excitedly. Only to fail at removing them from the shelf, much to her frustration. "If you could be patient?" She blushed bright red once she realized her faux pass. "Tap the spine of the book you're interested in. It will grant you a summary of the book inquisition." She was amazed,
"Amazing..." the young woman bought three story books set in the old west.
Connection Activated: Fairy Tail
"Child, why is this door in our guild?" a short gnome of a man asked.
"The door appears where it wants. I can indicate an area, but they're pretty much everywhere." I shrug tiredly; this has occurred five times in the past week—apparently, the doors in this world like appearing in small buildings. Once, it appeared in an outhouse. I cried a little bit on that one.
Hehem, "Sorry, this has been happening a lot. Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Jewel in the Rough? You're that salses man that appeared in the Fairy Hills Dorm?" I huffed that, I got the weird tagline in this world.
"Please don't remind me."
The old gnome let out a laugh but started to inspect my wares. "What magic is on this? I'm not familiar with it..." he asked, inspecting an old fashion kenka kiseru or Figthing pipe. A large smoking pipe fifteen inches long and made from brass in the shape of a dragon, an intricate wooden handle was carved with a blessing for luck. "Ah, that is a nice piece, two hundred years old kenka kiseru or Figthing pipe. Enchanted it myself recently to endure heavy damage, enhance blows, and transform based on its user and It also self-repairs."
"It looks marvelous... though does it really hold so many enchantments? Where is its lacrimal?" I was turning the pipe around in his hands, looking more and more practiced in the motion.
"No lacrimal, my brand of magic is a bit different from the norm from my readings... the Interdimensional part of my store's name is literal, you know."
"Really?" He said he was not shocked but interested.
"Yes, your home is the fifth dimension I've made a connection to. As for my magic... it's more warping reality and fantasy." using a bit of magic from the stones to warp a coin into several varieties.
"No circles? I see... how much would the pipe be?"
"It's a hundred thousand dollars."
"Humm, not the worst price... can I test something with it?" The gnome asked.
"Sure, as long as it's not damaged." Before my eyes, the old man grew: one meter, two, five, seven... and on the store warping to accommodate his size. The pipe latched on to him and grew right along with him, turning from an ornate smoking pipe into a draconic cudgel with scales and teeth. The Gian remained for a moment till pop! The gnome returned, to my surprise. The Pipe returned to its original size as well, looking non-the-worst for wear.
"Impressive... I'll buy it."
"Exilant. Now, trade or cash?" I said with a smile that the piece was nice, and I could feel the ripples its presence would cause.
"Cash is fine... since you are new to this dimension, what do you know of the guild system?"
"It exists in the majority of earthland with variation based on country. Though the continents on the eastern hemisphere don't practice it, preferring magical cults and religious pantheons due to the number of gods that retreated to their lands. They perform requests for a fee and act as a method for countries to bolster their country's strength..." I continue to explain the basics of the guild system as the Garden knows it.
"You know far more than I thought you would, though you didn't mention how to post a request... You may post quests with us if you would like. My guild is Fairy Tail in magnolia. Odd that clarifying that is needed considering just out that door is the guild hall... But we are one of the top guilds in Magnolia." He finished with a boast.
System update available - Quest Boards! A citizen of the world has offered to allow you to post a request!
... So, since I went in person, my last request in Aqua's world didn't count? Typical.
"That sounds great, thank you... If you would be willing. I can do something that will make it quicker. Let's see... Perfect." I generate a special box. "Please take this quests I have will appear within, and you can post them at your leisure. Once they are completed, the one who holds the request can find my door no matter where they are."
"Convenient... I look forward to working with you... "
Connection Activated: Fariy Tail
"So it's a deal?" I offered my hand to shake. This poor golem architect came into the shop down on their luck and old as dirt. His son gambled the family business and lost.
"Yes, I do not know if this is the right choice." The old man raged.
"Is this the worst choice you have? It's not like you lose anything."
"But my family's secrets! We have been building Golems for 600 years; if I make this deal, then the magical formula we use will not be exclusive anymore," he yelled in frustration.
"But your child abandoned your path, and your grandchildren did too."
"And now they lost the business as well. Almost nothing remained. The few grandchildren I have will have to work under other builders if they want to eat..." he groused.
"Have you forgotten my non-compete agreement? It's not like this info will spread?"
"It's personal and a vital part of my family's heritage!" the old misser grumbled in annoyance. Honestly, I gave him a great deal. His knowledge of Golmmancy and a complete set of tools in exchange for 900,000$ to seed a new family business." Honestly, it probably should be less if not because he is exchanging all his knowledge on Golamacy. Familial knowledge and personal experience included.
"Deal brokered, Deal made. Shall we continue?"
"Fine, fair is fair." He shakes hands, and the knowledge floods my being filtered into the store in the form of books, vials, and crystals. Knowledge invades my being.
"Is this all?"
"I just need the gloves, and the purchase is complete, and you can take your payment."
"Fine, don't know why you want these relics, one authentic pair of first production gloves." He left the gloves on the table, and a wire transfer was sent through the Garden to the old man's bank account.
"Happy doing business with you; please come again I said with a smile and a bow."
I inspected the methodology of Golomancy and grinned a mad grin. What a relief it is; this deal gave me a superior understanding of soul wavelength manipulation. Of course, this all needs practice, but I need more time. All I have is time in the end.
"Hmmm... golemancy via soul manipulation is an esoteric and complex art. Vibrating the soul to generate a self-sustaining echo in a pile of soul-receptive material, it's impressive that an entire town that produces this niche product exists."
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
"Ho, now this is interesting bad timing but interesting," I said.
"What is it?" Soul asked, poking at the jars of holy water Aqua blessed in exchange for booze. It's kind of sad.
"My shop seems to have connected to another world... and with the restrictions lightened, you two might be exposed to something outside your norm," I replied as the water slowly sucked the soul energy out of my body dam. This feels horrid.
"As long as nothing attacks us it's fine." Soul dismissed with a shrug. Maka looked hesitant but nodded.
"I'm more worried about Maka, I know my soul is freaky to you, especially since it healed." An understatement since she had a mini freakout over it. "Fine, who knows no one could enter..."
The door chimed, "Never mind." I wiped off my hand and smiled at the confused man. "Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Um... are you a magic shop? I'm trying to get rid of some possessions my cousin left behind... He passed recently."
"I'm sorry for your loss. As a pawn shop, I would be more than happy to inspect your wares."
"He was a dick, so it wasn't a huge loss... dude tried to join a dark guild, Loss Rose, or something. Anyway, I have a bunch of magic gear and a book I'm never using, and my daughters aren't touching a ten-foot pole. They can learn some respectable magic if they want to dabble." He was lost, muttering as he placed the content of the large box on the table.
Introductory book of Palm magic: The magic capable of imbuing magical effects within one's palms to be applied to others. This style of magic requires physical contact to impart effects...Introduction to Body morph magic...Introduction to Ring Magic...Advanced Palm Magic...Specialized Palm Magic notebook Curing palm...
Five other books on minor magics... and eight magic rings.
"Alright, I have to ask. What is the specific reason you have issues with these books? Because I'm not familiar with a few of these. Can you explain your cousin's crimes?"
"He had a habit of getting too touchy as a child, which grew worse later. He grabbed everything he could to learn to touch things more, particularly women, if you get my drift..."
"Ah. I see, in that case, I understand why you would want to get rid of this stuff."
"Grosse!" Maka muttered and then explained the issue to Soul, who was still more interested in a Base guitar.
"Yhea, he is out of the family now, but we still need to get rid of most of his trash. This is most of his books and the few magic items he had. The Rune Knigts cleared all as legal, so getting some money out of his ordeal would be nice." Blatantly lying, they probably didn't even look since I count four books on cursed magic, and I think that's a charm ring.
"In that case, I have mostly sold odds and ends, but I have been looking to break into the magical market. I'll give you thirty-two thousand Jewel for the lot." The guy had dollar signes in his eyes.
"Thirty-five."
"Thirty-two-five-hundred and that is only due to the number of books; most of these look like out of date and poor quality synopsis of common magic. The one book that looks even remotely unique is that pamphlet on eye magic."
"Thirty-four?" He said, annoyed.
"Thirty- three." holding out my hand, I saw the guy on the fence about the decision before sighing in resignation.
"Fine, Thirty-three. I was expecting less anyway."
"I never purchase something less than its worth, my good man, and despite the reputation that precedes these magical methods, Im sure someone can find a use for them." I produced a Cheque. Places with banks are magically provided the money from the magic of the garden.
"Nice doing business with you; hope you come again." I smiled as he left. "Thank you for holding your tongue; most of the time, it's a more dynamic first customer."
"So he came from another world? That didn't sound like a normal Witch, and I've never read about Rune Knights... Pulse, his soul seems similar to a normal soul." She made a beeline for the book and went to open them. I snapped my fingers with the settling of my soul and the modification of my magic. I gained a few skills.
Possessed Possessions II: Items under your ownership can be manipulated magically, capable of hovering and moving up to 5 miles an hour. This magic can not be used effectively for direct combat and in owned space or within one meter.
Shoppers Desires: Get a simple sense of what a customer desires.
The book snapped shut, and the entire box moved toward the growing bookshelf... I need a library and to see if I can't find a few contacts with booksellers."No-no-no, all literature needs to be purchased before learning." Maka pouts, and Soul snickers. "If you genuinely want a new book, pout at your father for a little while." Soul was cackling now.
Connection Activated: Fairy Tail
Store upgraded!
Literary Library room purchased—inventory self-sorting, Auto translation option available for a fee, and summary generation available.
"How are you three doing?" The Aang, Katara, and Soka looked tired and covered in pink pox markings. "If you are sick, I have a few cures that should help..."
"Oh, no, these are from Pentapusses."
"Realy? I was looking to pick a few of those up, cute little buggers from what I hear."
"Yeah, are! Though they like living in some nasty stuff." Anag rambled excitedly.
"Aang, not the time. Shopkeep, do you have anything that could trick an army garrison?"
"Well... I have a few options. What's your budget?"
"We are almost broke. Despite selling you so much junk."
"Stop purchasing expensive imported jerky, and we will be fine," Katara mutters. Soka has an ardent obsession with meat and a weird fascination with ostrich jerky.
"But ist so good! Um... what could we get for a colony of Pentapusses?"
"I have a candle that will emit a miss that will make illusions more real, and this." I placed a bomb Wiz traded me for. "This explodes and emits a magical shockwave that causes short-term confusion. Anyone not ready will fully believe almost anything for a time."
"How much for the second option?"
"Nine thousand five hundred gold." Aang choked on his spit, and Katara was dumbfounded.
"...The candles?" Soka whispers.
"Three Dozen Pentapusses."
"Deal."
Connection Activated: Avatar the Last Airbender
"Hello?"
"Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Um... why is your shop in the middle of the girls' dorm?" A short blue-haired girl asked; she had a lovely orange dress.
"The doors appear where they want. Unless it's a public space, I can't open them."
"...so your an actual Interdimensional store? How did you manage that? Some form of space magic to make the store skim on top of reality?" She rambled on, trying to guess how the store worked.
"That would be telling. Now, do you require something? We have food, pets, clothing, charms, magical artifacts..."
"Magical artifacts?" She perked up in interest.
"This way, miss, they are generally scatted around the store. But I have a nice pair of earrings that grant the ability to transform into a bird. Always a good seller... though not many can afford the price tag."
"How much? That is really handy to have! Only some objects can induce animal transformation magic well..
"Here we are; they are eighty thousand jewels."
"What!"
"Real silver and diamonds, and they also enchant stamina recovery."
"If that is too much for you, we also have shoes, ornaments, lamps, swords, books..."
"Can you just show me the books, please?"
"Alright, though, please keep in mind the expansion is quite new, and stocking the area is sporadic."
The Literary Library was a cozy room that looked more like a study than a standard library. Book selfs all over, but several tanks are filled with fishes and cute Pentapusses.
"What topic are you looking for?" My companion bolted and started running over, intending to tare into them excitedly. Only to fail at removing them from the shelf, much to her frustration. "If you could be patient?" She blushed bright red once she realized her faux pass. "Tap the spine of the book you're interested in. It will grant you a summary of the book inquisition." She was amazed,
"Amazing..." the young woman bought three story books set in the old west.
Connection Activated: Fairy Tail
"Child, why is this door in our guild?" a short gnome of a man asked.
"The door appears where it wants. I can indicate an area, but they're pretty much everywhere." I shrug tiredly; this has occurred five times in the past week—apparently, the doors in this world like appearing in small buildings. Once, it appeared in an outhouse. I cried a little bit on that one.
Hehem, "Sorry, this has been happening a lot. Welcome to Jewel in the Rough Inter-Dimensional pawn and trade; how can I help you?"
"Jewel in the Rough? You're that salses man that appeared in the Fairy Hills Dorm?" I huffed that, I got the weird tagline in this world.
"Please don't remind me."
The old gnome let out a laugh but started to inspect my wares. "What magic is on this? I'm not familiar with it..." he asked, inspecting an old fashion kenka kiseru or Figthing pipe. A large smoking pipe fifteen inches long and made from brass in the shape of a dragon, an intricate wooden handle was carved with a blessing for luck. "Ah, that is a nice piece, two hundred years old kenka kiseru or Figthing pipe. Enchanted it myself recently to endure heavy damage, enhance blows, and transform based on its user and It also self-repairs."
"It looks marvelous... though does it really hold so many enchantments? Where is its lacrimal?" I was turning the pipe around in his hands, looking more and more practiced in the motion.
"No lacrimal, my brand of magic is a bit different from the norm from my readings... the Interdimensional part of my store's name is literal, you know."
"Really?" He said he was not shocked but interested.
"Yes, your home is the fifth dimension I've made a connection to. As for my magic... it's more warping reality and fantasy." using a bit of magic from the stones to warp a coin into several varieties.
"No circles? I see... how much would the pipe be?"
"It's a hundred thousand dollars."
"Humm, not the worst price... can I test something with it?" The gnome asked.
"Sure, as long as it's not damaged." Before my eyes, the old man grew: one meter, two, five, seven... and on the store warping to accommodate his size. The pipe latched on to him and grew right along with him, turning from an ornate smoking pipe into a draconic cudgel with scales and teeth. The Gian remained for a moment till pop! The gnome returned, to my surprise. The Pipe returned to its original size as well, looking non-the-worst for wear.
"Impressive... I'll buy it."
"Exilant. Now, trade or cash?" I said with a smile that the piece was nice, and I could feel the ripples its presence would cause.
"Cash is fine... since you are new to this dimension, what do you know of the guild system?"
"It exists in the majority of earthland with variation based on country. Though the continents on the eastern hemisphere don't practice it, preferring magical cults and religious pantheons due to the number of gods that retreated to their lands. They perform requests for a fee and act as a method for countries to bolster their country's strength..." I continue to explain the basics of the guild system as the Garden knows it.
"You know far more than I thought you would, though you didn't mention how to post a request... You may post quests with us if you would like. My guild is Fairy Tail in magnolia. Odd that clarifying that is needed considering just out that door is the guild hall... But we are one of the top guilds in Magnolia." He finished with a boast.
System update available - Quest Boards! A citizen of the world has offered to allow you to post a request!
... So, since I went in person, my last request in Aqua's world didn't count? Typical.
"That sounds great, thank you... If you would be willing. I can do something that will make it quicker. Let's see... Perfect." I generate a special box. "Please take this quests I have will appear within, and you can post them at your leisure. Once they are completed, the one who holds the request can find my door no matter where they are."
"Convenient... I look forward to working with you... "
Connection Activated: Fariy Tail
"So it's a deal?" I offered my hand to shake. This poor golem architect came into the shop down on their luck and old as dirt. His son gambled the family business and lost.
"Yes, I do not know if this is the right choice." The old man raged.
"Is this the worst choice you have? It's not like you lose anything."
"But my family's secrets! We have been building Golems for 600 years; if I make this deal, then the magical formula we use will not be exclusive anymore," he yelled in frustration.
"But your child abandoned your path, and your grandchildren did too."
"And now they lost the business as well. Almost nothing remained. The few grandchildren I have will have to work under other builders if they want to eat..." he groused.
"Have you forgotten my non-compete agreement? It's not like this info will spread?"
"It's personal and a vital part of my family's heritage!" the old misser grumbled in annoyance. Honestly, I gave him a great deal. His knowledge of Golmmancy and a complete set of tools in exchange for 900,000$ to seed a new family business." Honestly, it probably should be less if not because he is exchanging all his knowledge on Golamacy. Familial knowledge and personal experience included.
"Deal brokered, Deal made. Shall we continue?"
"Fine, fair is fair." He shakes hands, and the knowledge floods my being filtered into the store in the form of books, vials, and crystals. Knowledge invades my being.
"Is this all?"
"I just need the gloves, and the purchase is complete, and you can take your payment."
"Fine, don't know why you want these relics, one authentic pair of first production gloves." He left the gloves on the table, and a wire transfer was sent through the Garden to the old man's bank account.
"Happy doing business with you; please come again I said with a smile and a bow."
I inspected the methodology of Golomancy and grinned a mad grin. What a relief it is; this deal gave me a superior understanding of soul wavelength manipulation. Of course, this all needs practice, but I need more time. All I have is time in the end.
"Hmmm... golemancy via soul manipulation is an esoteric and complex art. Vibrating the soul to generate a self-sustaining echo in a pile of soul-receptive material, it's impressive that an entire town that produces this niche product exists."
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
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This looks fun, wonder what he's gonna do with the golem stuff?
Based on the fact that he's talking about Soul Wavelengths for the creation of the golems it's probably Soul Eater.
I can confirm it was from soul eater. From that golem maker village. I'm imagining the business is like a mix of construction, car manufacturers and those groups that make hand made religious idols. Very niche yet extremely competitive internally.
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- Argentina
Can I request "setting ()" in between chapters? I got lost in a few clients on who they where, or could not recognize them
That sounds good... Could be a fun plot point to if I use unknown or something... Will work on adding it. Thanks for the idea!
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Can't wait for Natsu, Lucy, and Gray to wander into the shop. Should be a sight to see!
Should be fun I have an idea that should be a fun twist. But I'm super excited to play with some of the more minor characters. They seem so weird, like Pic? The guy who's magic is basically levy's word magic with pictures doesn't get a lot of love.
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Yeah, the Old Man would probably make sure all his minor but still valued guild members visit the shop, as he would see it as a way for them to finally break past their limits, even if it is in an unconventional way, without having to resort to Dark Methods...
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This is a very fun story. Though I have to ask, have you considered adding Sci-Fi settings into the story? On the one hand, they don't really keep to the themes of previous connected worlds. On the other hand, the sheer chaos caused by a blatantly magical shop appearing in Mass Effect or Resident Evil would be hilarious.
Just a thought of course, I do not write for you. As author it is your right to steer this story.
Just a thought of course, I do not write for you. As author it is your right to steer this story.
Though about it but I just can't decide what sorta world to connect to. Although Mass effect would be fun, watching One of those lizard dudes freak out over magic would be fun.
What to do with a shop? 1.13
Something happened. Through the veil of infinity, I feel a shift. "Ho? The fight in Death's city has started?"
The thread resonated, and their tunes changed for but a moment. Death was prepared! He had an additional death scythe available! Dengu Dinga the Rainbow hatchet; the prismatic end. (I know that he is supposed to be able to manipulate light, I thought it would be fun to flesh out his ability) Capable of manifesting the regal colors! Seven elemental manifestations and seven curses. Red-fire-burning, orange-weight-gravity. Yellow-lightning-shocking, green-poison-corruption, blue-cold-frostbite, violet-order-binding, purple-soul-shatter. Yet despite having one of the most versatile death scythes showing up to counter Madusas plot, trapping Dengu and Death with the rest of the party occurred anyways.
The troublesome seven, along with Spirit and Stain, escaped once more though there were additional misters out of the ballroom. To worsen the situation, several additional witches appeared and took advantage of the situation leading to chaos in the streets. I felt rage as this shit was happening despite my interference. Probably Arachnies fault. "Dam it all to the depths of the Garden.Blair! Bring me the soul of the witch! Bring me the immortal! S͙̺̩̀́͑̂͜ō̳̮̥̰͋̊̆̑ͅm̧̛̛̬͙̊͜͡é̟̻͔̪̄̊̓͘͜t̹͉̳͍̔̏̈̾͞ͅh̩̹͖͓͆͑́̕i̞̦͍̎̉̀n̪͚̝̥̽̾̍͝g͉̰͑͒͟͠!" my damaged soul vibrated in rage and annoyance along the deal-made bond our. Worst, until someone calls, the channel between my shop and the world is in flux—some better invite me in, or else I'll triple my prices.
Pov Blair:
"...S͙̺̩̀́͑̂͜ō̳̮̥̰͋̊̆̑ͅm̧̛̛̬͙̊͜͡é̟̻͔̪̄̊̓͘͜t̹͉̳͍̔̏̈̾͞ͅh̩̹͖͓͆͑́̕i̞̦͍̎̉̀n̪͚̝̥̽̾̍͝g͉̰͑͒͟͠!" The shopkeep's intent and voice echoed through the bond the Garden created when he did his magic. His annoyance and alien rage filled part of my mind... Hum, he has a far worst temper than I thought he would.
"Why does that monster need to bother me now? That was my slave! Seriously!" I found the guy from the fish market barred under a large pile of rubble. What the heck? First, the shopkeep guy went crazy, then this bimbo appeared! Worst, all these witches showed up. I can't even correctly intimidate this creature. The world is twisting - spiders and crystals are playing beneath my skin.
"Fine, you want a witch's soul!" I feel something shift deep within myself. Like nature was loose within my soul, plants shifted and moved to my call. The mice flew back my soul released its pressure. "Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin Halloween golem!" A monster of vines and gourds appeared before me as a giant pumpkin sprouted, but soon a bloom of a dozen grew wound into a mesh of vines. It stretched and morphed into a giant humanoid golem with a jack-o-lantern for hands. "Little mouse, do me a favor and die!"
My Halloween golem shifted, and its vines glowed and bloated. The gourds fired beams of plasma at the mouse slut, who was barely dodging. Two other witches themed after a Badger and Cuddle fish came crashing down, cackling on a pair of brooms, making an ass out of them both. The further enraged me by blowing up that place that gives me fried chicken.
"Lookie here, a cat and mouse playing, adorable." The Badger snarked, drawing a laugh from her partner.
"Let's have some fun; that snake was right Death is so occupied he won't have time to do anything! We can have some revenge for all the times he and his cronies have ruined our fun!"
I feel irritation, both my own and the idiot shopkeeps. So this is what true rage is all about. Spindles of crystal shadder, fur rubbed the wrong way. The immortal and the kitten agree.
I see a group of little misters classmates of Makas and Souls. They are banged up and where chasing these stupid witches.
"Witches everywhere I look. In the air, on the building, and scurrying underground." A mad cackle passes my lips. I can sense them, I can feel, the crazed bitches going for Death's hidden baggie of madness.
Knowledge from the Shopkeeper's garden filters into my head.
What will happen? Madness will surge and life will go mad.
What could be done? Nothing , everything in the world is in flux, a fate to be decided by children.
What's coming if we are not careful? T̮͙͙̣͑̿͡͝h̺͛͊̏͟͟e͚̜̞͓̅̐̐̚ ̱͍̬̈́͞͠e̼͇̫̍̄̈́͢͡ṇ̡͍̓͐̇ḍ̛̗̱̞̏̑́
"Idiots, murders, madmen. Fine, you lot want to fight, you want to be DRAMATIC. Pumpkin, gourd, gourd, pumpkin, gourd, gourd, twist and vines, pumpkin, pumpkin. J̧̖́̊̋͢á̜̝̬̗̣̿̕̕͝ć̠́ͅk̨̛̙͙̀̓s͙̪̖̈́̉̈ ̧̰͒͊G͍͙̑͝ȧ̝̲́r̪̪̫̓̊̇d̗͗̉ͅẹ̠̘͐̽̃n͕̼̞͑͆̚!̖͂" the world started to shift. I pulled on my connection with the garden and the specially prepared seeds to empower my magic. The tune-up the shopkeep insisted I have last time helps, arcane whispers solutions to how to stabilize the spell. My soul flared brightly, resonating in the world around warping and changing my surroundings. I held a vial of blood-soaked pumpkin seeds. It shattered. A Jack o' lantern appeared floating behind me. A blood-red vine bloomed from the pumpkin and speared the ground, and more and more Jack o lanterns grew, littering the street like lampposts. Angry eyes and bright red and black-bladed leaves accent the Lanters. Hard as steel, despite the Mizune slicing at them and the others trying to break them. "Jack, I need troops; Halloween Golem!" Three more golems appeared.
"Target the witches. Ready-aim-fire, Halloween buster!" Each of the Jack o' lanterns fired a beam of plasma.
"Dam dam dam! Why are you helping the misters, you traitorous witch?" the cuttlefish witch.
"I'm no witch, you morons, I am a Fucking Cat, I play with my food and hunt what I will. None may order me yet I have the madness of another filling me, you all need to die so I can move on with my day!"
"wait, we can make a deal." The badger witch shouted. I can sense several more in the distance seems like I will be hunting for a while. The shopkeep better stock some fantastic milk ready for me when I get back.
"I've already made a deal. Magic, power, a sweat treat, all promised to me in exchange for all of your souls. J͕̹̫͊͋͝a̫̣̓͠c̮̞̺̍̑͡k͔͕̐́ ͇̽ẗ̯̼̉͢͡ŗ̆ỉ̗̱͊c̜͡ḳ̨̘̒̉̊ ͇͙͙̌͐͠o̬̓̒ͅŕ̛͎̹̮̓ ̞̺̺̉̀͘ẗ̪̩́́r̖͙̄͒e̙̋ḁ͉̞͋̔͞t̹̗̥̂̋͝." My Jack's face twisted into a vicious hungry grin like Soul's. Getting a little piece of his blood helped make this. The weapon properties of his blood stabilized it with my own resonance. Jack began to laugh, sending echoes throughout the streets, raddling the witches. The Badger witch is stabbed through the stomach by one of the vines. Coughing up a spray of blood and the Cuddlefish witch lost an arm to a similar attack. The two kiddies looked on in awe at my outstanding skills, as they should.
"You to start helping people; I have some hunting. " the two witch souls were collected by jack and stored in a gourd following behind me.
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
Pov: Lord Death
"What a mess."
"Not much you can do about it, boss man," Dinga responded tiredly.
"The Kichiane escaped, my city is in ruins, half of my students have been badly harmed, and the ones responsible have more than likely escaped. The only thing we recovered from this attack is the Demon Sword Ragnarock, its mister, and two witch souls." I sighed in contrition. The damnable witch medusa adapted marvelously, much to my displeasure. Countering by filling the ballroom with snakes to take my attention was a bold move. Poisoning most of my weapon students so they can't help effectively and positioning to prevent my misters from responding was nearing suicidal. As the shopkeep said, the snake, wolf, frog, and mice woke the Kichiane.
"I thought there were more than two witches that attacked? What happened to the five others?"
"Dead, the cat Blair took offense to their actions and collected their souls to fulfill a debt with that shopkeeper who gave us the tip-off in the first place. She is responsible for the pumpkin patch that has taken over much of the town."
"Seriously? How? A cat shouldn't have that powerful of a soul." Dinga asked in confusion.
"She was very powerful herself, but the shopkeep's meddling enhanced her strength considerably. Further, she and the shopkeep hatched a plan based on his knowledge of how Deamon weapons work." A few lessons, and he is already causing mischief with his knowledge. "Using a vial of weapon blood and seeds as a catalyst, Blaire made a Jack o' lantern which can resonate similar to a weapon. Increasing her power and its effectiveness against witches."
"She made a weapon? How?" Dinga said in shock. Poor guy is going on a roller coaster of revelations after this whole fair is meant to be over.
"Nothing so grand, she did a fabulous trick, but it will dissipate in a few hours... honestly having her affiliated with the DWMS is a boon right now. Taking out five witches in such a short time, the Pumpkin Queen has gained a title after this... Now all that is left to do is hunt down the Kichiane, pay off a shopkeep, and figure out if we have any more tea."
"Am I needed here any longer? I have to get back there where reports of Kichiane eggs forming a cohesive tribe once more before I left, and it needs a follow-up."
"Yeah-Yeah, thank you for coming and helping out; it's a shame Madusa tricked us despite the preparations. What's done is done. We just need to move forward. Presently, I need to figure something out to keep the Shopkeep from going crazy with those souls he collected."
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
"This is a great piece," I state to the old man, a Hunter named Jeb, looking to offload some old gear. Various Hunters began to find and frequent my shop.
The old hunter shifted his weight on his rickety legs. He decided what to do while replying. "Saved my skin more than a few times. I Modified it myself to accept larger salt rounds. This might be out of line, but I want to know something. How many dealings with the other side do you have?" He had a serious look on his face.
"You mean demons? I have a deal or two from time to time. They were not the best customers to pass my door, dumb as a pile of rocks for the most part. It's the clever ones that make decent visitors."
"How can you stand being near them?" He was annoyed, rightly so, since they literally are the worst things in existence... Demons, even the 'stable' ones, have major narcissistic and self-control issues, at least in this reality.
"I am but a humble merchant, and not human despite how hard my self and my patron try to enforce a human mindset. One of the things that I promise is All are welcome at first. No matter their temperament, satin himself could come; I've had to deal with Death from another world, a Goddess, and a Spirit conduit... if I sell them anything or allow them readmittance is another matter." I said, lounging back. I need to update my chair. "... Different worlds, different values. Personally, I value honesty more than your perception of me. After all, you are far more temporary in my life than my word."
"Are you going to buy the damned gun? Or grandstand?" The old man groused.
"900$,"
"1,020$,"
"950$,"
"Fine. Wish me luck; going after a chupacabra for my last hunt should be a doozie."
"Good luck, may, The Garden watch over you."
Skill learned Prayer- grant a target a fragment of the Gardens possibility and clarity... 0.0001% improvement...
"Well that is a thing."
Connection Activated: Supernatural
The thread resonated, and their tunes changed for but a moment. Death was prepared! He had an additional death scythe available! Dengu Dinga the Rainbow hatchet; the prismatic end. (I know that he is supposed to be able to manipulate light, I thought it would be fun to flesh out his ability) Capable of manifesting the regal colors! Seven elemental manifestations and seven curses. Red-fire-burning, orange-weight-gravity. Yellow-lightning-shocking, green-poison-corruption, blue-cold-frostbite, violet-order-binding, purple-soul-shatter. Yet despite having one of the most versatile death scythes showing up to counter Madusas plot, trapping Dengu and Death with the rest of the party occurred anyways.
The troublesome seven, along with Spirit and Stain, escaped once more though there were additional misters out of the ballroom. To worsen the situation, several additional witches appeared and took advantage of the situation leading to chaos in the streets. I felt rage as this shit was happening despite my interference. Probably Arachnies fault. "Dam it all to the depths of the Garden.Blair! Bring me the soul of the witch! Bring me the immortal! S͙̺̩̀́͑̂͜ō̳̮̥̰͋̊̆̑ͅm̧̛̛̬͙̊͜͡é̟̻͔̪̄̊̓͘͜t̹͉̳͍̔̏̈̾͞ͅh̩̹͖͓͆͑́̕i̞̦͍̎̉̀n̪͚̝̥̽̾̍͝g͉̰͑͒͟͠!" my damaged soul vibrated in rage and annoyance along the deal-made bond our. Worst, until someone calls, the channel between my shop and the world is in flux—some better invite me in, or else I'll triple my prices.
Pov Blair:
"...S͙̺̩̀́͑̂͜ō̳̮̥̰͋̊̆̑ͅm̧̛̛̬͙̊͜͡é̟̻͔̪̄̊̓͘͜t̹͉̳͍̔̏̈̾͞ͅh̩̹͖͓͆͑́̕i̞̦͍̎̉̀n̪͚̝̥̽̾̍͝g͉̰͑͒͟͠!" The shopkeep's intent and voice echoed through the bond the Garden created when he did his magic. His annoyance and alien rage filled part of my mind... Hum, he has a far worst temper than I thought he would.
"Why does that monster need to bother me now? That was my slave! Seriously!" I found the guy from the fish market barred under a large pile of rubble. What the heck? First, the shopkeep guy went crazy, then this bimbo appeared! Worst, all these witches showed up. I can't even correctly intimidate this creature. The world is twisting - spiders and crystals are playing beneath my skin.
"Fine, you want a witch's soul!" I feel something shift deep within myself. Like nature was loose within my soul, plants shifted and moved to my call. The mice flew back my soul released its pressure. "Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin Halloween golem!" A monster of vines and gourds appeared before me as a giant pumpkin sprouted, but soon a bloom of a dozen grew wound into a mesh of vines. It stretched and morphed into a giant humanoid golem with a jack-o-lantern for hands. "Little mouse, do me a favor and die!"
My Halloween golem shifted, and its vines glowed and bloated. The gourds fired beams of plasma at the mouse slut, who was barely dodging. Two other witches themed after a Badger and Cuddle fish came crashing down, cackling on a pair of brooms, making an ass out of them both. The further enraged me by blowing up that place that gives me fried chicken.
"Lookie here, a cat and mouse playing, adorable." The Badger snarked, drawing a laugh from her partner.
"Let's have some fun; that snake was right Death is so occupied he won't have time to do anything! We can have some revenge for all the times he and his cronies have ruined our fun!"
I feel irritation, both my own and the idiot shopkeeps. So this is what true rage is all about. Spindles of crystal shadder, fur rubbed the wrong way. The immortal and the kitten agree.
I see a group of little misters classmates of Makas and Souls. They are banged up and where chasing these stupid witches.
"Witches everywhere I look. In the air, on the building, and scurrying underground." A mad cackle passes my lips. I can sense them, I can feel, the crazed bitches going for Death's hidden baggie of madness.
Knowledge from the Shopkeeper's garden filters into my head.
What will happen? Madness will surge and life will go mad.
What could be done? Nothing , everything in the world is in flux, a fate to be decided by children.
What's coming if we are not careful? T̮͙͙̣͑̿͡͝h̺͛͊̏͟͟e͚̜̞͓̅̐̐̚ ̱͍̬̈́͞͠e̼͇̫̍̄̈́͢͡ṇ̡͍̓͐̇ḍ̛̗̱̞̏̑́
"Idiots, murders, madmen. Fine, you lot want to fight, you want to be DRAMATIC. Pumpkin, gourd, gourd, pumpkin, gourd, gourd, twist and vines, pumpkin, pumpkin. J̧̖́̊̋͢á̜̝̬̗̣̿̕̕͝ć̠́ͅk̨̛̙͙̀̓s͙̪̖̈́̉̈ ̧̰͒͊G͍͙̑͝ȧ̝̲́r̪̪̫̓̊̇d̗͗̉ͅẹ̠̘͐̽̃n͕̼̞͑͆̚!̖͂" the world started to shift. I pulled on my connection with the garden and the specially prepared seeds to empower my magic. The tune-up the shopkeep insisted I have last time helps, arcane whispers solutions to how to stabilize the spell. My soul flared brightly, resonating in the world around warping and changing my surroundings. I held a vial of blood-soaked pumpkin seeds. It shattered. A Jack o' lantern appeared floating behind me. A blood-red vine bloomed from the pumpkin and speared the ground, and more and more Jack o lanterns grew, littering the street like lampposts. Angry eyes and bright red and black-bladed leaves accent the Lanters. Hard as steel, despite the Mizune slicing at them and the others trying to break them. "Jack, I need troops; Halloween Golem!" Three more golems appeared.
"Target the witches. Ready-aim-fire, Halloween buster!" Each of the Jack o' lanterns fired a beam of plasma.
"Dam dam dam! Why are you helping the misters, you traitorous witch?" the cuttlefish witch.
"I'm no witch, you morons, I am a Fucking Cat, I play with my food and hunt what I will. None may order me yet I have the madness of another filling me, you all need to die so I can move on with my day!"
"wait, we can make a deal." The badger witch shouted. I can sense several more in the distance seems like I will be hunting for a while. The shopkeep better stock some fantastic milk ready for me when I get back.
"I've already made a deal. Magic, power, a sweat treat, all promised to me in exchange for all of your souls. J͕̹̫͊͋͝a̫̣̓͠c̮̞̺̍̑͡k͔͕̐́ ͇̽ẗ̯̼̉͢͡ŗ̆ỉ̗̱͊c̜͡ḳ̨̘̒̉̊ ͇͙͙̌͐͠o̬̓̒ͅŕ̛͎̹̮̓ ̞̺̺̉̀͘ẗ̪̩́́r̖͙̄͒e̙̋ḁ͉̞͋̔͞t̹̗̥̂̋͝." My Jack's face twisted into a vicious hungry grin like Soul's. Getting a little piece of his blood helped make this. The weapon properties of his blood stabilized it with my own resonance. Jack began to laugh, sending echoes throughout the streets, raddling the witches. The Badger witch is stabbed through the stomach by one of the vines. Coughing up a spray of blood and the Cuddlefish witch lost an arm to a similar attack. The two kiddies looked on in awe at my outstanding skills, as they should.
"You to start helping people; I have some hunting. " the two witch souls were collected by jack and stored in a gourd following behind me.
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
Pov: Lord Death
"What a mess."
"Not much you can do about it, boss man," Dinga responded tiredly.
"The Kichiane escaped, my city is in ruins, half of my students have been badly harmed, and the ones responsible have more than likely escaped. The only thing we recovered from this attack is the Demon Sword Ragnarock, its mister, and two witch souls." I sighed in contrition. The damnable witch medusa adapted marvelously, much to my displeasure. Countering by filling the ballroom with snakes to take my attention was a bold move. Poisoning most of my weapon students so they can't help effectively and positioning to prevent my misters from responding was nearing suicidal. As the shopkeep said, the snake, wolf, frog, and mice woke the Kichiane.
"I thought there were more than two witches that attacked? What happened to the five others?"
"Dead, the cat Blair took offense to their actions and collected their souls to fulfill a debt with that shopkeeper who gave us the tip-off in the first place. She is responsible for the pumpkin patch that has taken over much of the town."
"Seriously? How? A cat shouldn't have that powerful of a soul." Dinga asked in confusion.
"She was very powerful herself, but the shopkeep's meddling enhanced her strength considerably. Further, she and the shopkeep hatched a plan based on his knowledge of how Deamon weapons work." A few lessons, and he is already causing mischief with his knowledge. "Using a vial of weapon blood and seeds as a catalyst, Blaire made a Jack o' lantern which can resonate similar to a weapon. Increasing her power and its effectiveness against witches."
"She made a weapon? How?" Dinga said in shock. Poor guy is going on a roller coaster of revelations after this whole fair is meant to be over.
"Nothing so grand, she did a fabulous trick, but it will dissipate in a few hours... honestly having her affiliated with the DWMS is a boon right now. Taking out five witches in such a short time, the Pumpkin Queen has gained a title after this... Now all that is left to do is hunt down the Kichiane, pay off a shopkeep, and figure out if we have any more tea."
"Am I needed here any longer? I have to get back there where reports of Kichiane eggs forming a cohesive tribe once more before I left, and it needs a follow-up."
"Yeah-Yeah, thank you for coming and helping out; it's a shame Madusa tricked us despite the preparations. What's done is done. We just need to move forward. Presently, I need to figure something out to keep the Shopkeep from going crazy with those souls he collected."
Connection Activated: Soul Eater
"This is a great piece," I state to the old man, a Hunter named Jeb, looking to offload some old gear. Various Hunters began to find and frequent my shop.
The old hunter shifted his weight on his rickety legs. He decided what to do while replying. "Saved my skin more than a few times. I Modified it myself to accept larger salt rounds. This might be out of line, but I want to know something. How many dealings with the other side do you have?" He had a serious look on his face.
"You mean demons? I have a deal or two from time to time. They were not the best customers to pass my door, dumb as a pile of rocks for the most part. It's the clever ones that make decent visitors."
"How can you stand being near them?" He was annoyed, rightly so, since they literally are the worst things in existence... Demons, even the 'stable' ones, have major narcissistic and self-control issues, at least in this reality.
"I am but a humble merchant, and not human despite how hard my self and my patron try to enforce a human mindset. One of the things that I promise is All are welcome at first. No matter their temperament, satin himself could come; I've had to deal with Death from another world, a Goddess, and a Spirit conduit... if I sell them anything or allow them readmittance is another matter." I said, lounging back. I need to update my chair. "... Different worlds, different values. Personally, I value honesty more than your perception of me. After all, you are far more temporary in my life than my word."
"Are you going to buy the damned gun? Or grandstand?" The old man groused.
"900$,"
"1,020$,"
"950$,"
"Fine. Wish me luck; going after a chupacabra for my last hunt should be a doozie."
"Good luck, may, The Garden watch over you."
Skill learned Prayer- grant a target a fragment of the Gardens possibility and clarity... 0.0001% improvement...
"Well that is a thing."
Connection Activated: Supernatural
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- Location
- United States
Man, the number of hunters and ordinary folk that have probably survived when they shouldn't have is probably making both Heaven and Hell frustrated, Hell most of all...
Though Lucifer showing up in his shop in the future would probably happen, since he would certainly decide to investigate it.
Though Lucifer showing up in his shop in the future would probably happen, since he would certainly decide to investigate it.
Work very hard to deal with it that in professional life but on pleasure projects problems slip through... Being drunk when editing probably doesn't help either now that I think of it.
As always please send me a note of what messed up an I'll get it fixed. Chow-baby.
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- italy
May, not my.
Thanks for the edit @tabris1989
In regards to heaven and hell getting frustrated, probably gonna get worse. Though I don't think they could figure out what is happening for a while. After all they would assume a large player was messing with them, leaving traces behind as they did. Remember Angles are extremely strong in supernatural, but terribly inflexible in their thinking.
The shop is self contained and the Garden has a kind of perception filter, only people who would actually ship at the store can see it... Angles are to proud to do mortal things with out a mission... At least that's my head cannon for it. Soon enough they should notice, should be fun.
In regards to heaven and hell getting frustrated, probably gonna get worse. Though I don't think they could figure out what is happening for a while. After all they would assume a large player was messing with them, leaving traces behind as they did. Remember Angles are extremely strong in supernatural, but terribly inflexible in their thinking.
The shop is self contained and the Garden has a kind of perception filter, only people who would actually ship at the store can see it... Angles are to proud to do mortal things with out a mission... At least that's my head cannon for it. Soon enough they should notice, should be fun.