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Character Meet and Greet: Winter Wonderful!
i.Main Street
Main Street has settled in for January, but there are still Christmas Decorations here and there to liven things up a little bit. Feel free to shop, mingle with the locals or explore the castle grounds.
Though after hours there are still some shadows that venture into the streets. Not everything here is as peaceful as it seems, and it’s best to defeat the corroded trespassers before they cause trouble.
ii. Cookie Overload
Do you like free cookies? Of course! Everyone does. After the Christmas Rush, there are plenty to go around, available only after the sun goes down to any hungry passerby. There are cookies of all styles and flavors. But watch out for the dreader sriracha cookie. It will make you breathe fire in three flavors and gives a bit of heartburn after, but the aftertaste will leave you craving more.
iii. The Eighth Wonder of the World
Now that the jungle has been purified, Apprentices can wander through to explore all the things the jungle has to offer. Take a (still somewhat shambly) riverboat and explore the river, or come to chat and trade with the villagers. (Shrunken heads, two for one special!) But beware. Even though the jungle is purified, it’s not a safe place. In this kingdom of animals, someone is always hungry.
iv. Pin It On Them
Some smugglers are hanging around the outskirts of New Orleans, selling dubious looking items from even more dubious looking bags. Do you buy from them? Haggle? Steal? (not recommended) Or quietly try to alert any sort of authority (good luck) The choice is yours.
v. Battle Mesa Gate
While the jungle may be purified, many other Kingdoms are still seething with corrosion. Erstwhile Apprentices will find such corrosion on the banks of the Rivers of America, right where the jungle river joins in. Fight corroded creatures on the shore and in the water and be careful, they are stronger than they look and cleverer than they seem.
Amelia Peabody Emerson | The Amelia Peabody Series (Books)
With the streets and shoppes still decorated in all their seasonal finery it was almost incomprehensible to think about what further dangers could await a hapless traveler in the ever-lengthening shadows. Still, Amelia always felt that it was prudent to be prepared for anything so she scoured the marketplace seeking supplies to add to her accouterments. It was a pity that she hadn't arrived with her belt of tools, but she had acquired a new one that should be serviceable. Some of the other materials were proving more difficult.
"You don't have it?" Amelia asked the shopkeeper she was currently standing before. "Then where else might I procure a bottle of laudanum?" The answer she received was less than satisfactory, and she made no secret of her disappointment. "Very well- I suppose it can't be helped. Really." The elixir had multiple uses that covered a wide range of ailments. Replacing it would not be easy.
She then proceeded to seek the other items on her list which included smelling salts, a pistol, matches, a water tight container, candles, a length of rope, and a small bottle of brandy.
II. Cookie Overload
"Good gad, I should feel relieved that Ramses isn't here." Amelia commented offhandedly as the cookies were being passed out all around her. In fact she had to wave away a few offerings made to herself as well. "No matter what I tell that boy about putting strange pastries in his mouth he always finds a way to defy me." Though she spoke with a note of exasperation in her voice, there was an underlying level of affection. Unlike some women, Amelia was not as demonstrative with her feelings but that didn't mean that she didn't hold her family in high regard.
"No thank you, I'll not say it again."
IV. Pin It On Them
With her parasol hooked over one arm and the corner of her lips quirking upwards into a sedate smirk Amelia gave a scrutinizing look to the wares being presented to her. The unsavory fellow before her was not all that different than some of the merchants she had dealt with in the Khan el-Khalili in Cairo when she was seeking to purchase the dubiously acquired papyri. In other words, she thought she knew his type and Amelia always considered herself an excellent judge of character.
Unfortunately he didn't seem to have anything that she required... though.. yes some of these powdery looking substances might be useful for pain relief or as sedatives their contents and concentrations couldn't be determined with certainty. "Is this all that you have?" Projecting ambivalence with the current selection. "Perhaps you keep something more interesting in the back...?" After a shifty glance or two, the peddler secured the current offerings and then retreated inside briefly. In the interim Amelia took her leave.
Pin it on Them
"Another lady with a parasol? Don't tell me you can fly with that thing too?"
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"Fly? Don't be preposterous." Apparently at some point he had partaken of the questionable wares himself.... it was the only logical assumption. "It does have it's uses however." Her parasol, the core of it it was made of steel and it had been fashioned to terminate in a pointed end. Sure- it looked ornamental but it was meant to be used as either a blunt weapon when swung at an opponent, or made to pierce with the sharpened bit. The prospect that there could be another from her era was intriguing... though just possessing a parasol didn't really mean anything. "Isn't that what your wings are for?"
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He spoke idly with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, unaware of her umbrellas other features. He might have a long demonic squee if he had realized just how 'spy' that all was. Huge Bond fan.
Her question was an equally on target one as most wings could easily carry their owner high into the air but his... Was it strange to say he hadn't even thought to try flying with them? Too many years spent living amount humans.
"They are more decorative these days... Were you looking for something in particular?"
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Careful Crowley or you could become one of her special rehabilitation projects. The only thing saving him was the fact that he was not actually under the influence of anything.Though she had posed the question, she had doubts that the wings would in reality be used for practical purpose.
"Oh, are they?" Said with a knowing smile. "Yes, I was actually. Some of the materials I require to complete my medical supply kit I have been unable to find in the town proper."
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He already was someone's special rehabilitation project.Different affliction of course, Aziraphale liked to play at being good angel, bad demon."And he didn't have it?"
Crowley stabbed a thumb back at the peddler who spit disgustingly in their direction. Apparently he didn't care for the implication that there was anything he couldn't get.
"What were you looking for?"
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"As atrocious as his manners in general...." She uttered a bit more softly as the man expectorated. The careening saliva managed to miss the both of them, thank heaven.
There seemed to be little point in mentioning it, since Amelia still wasn't quite sure that this merchant could be trusted with something so important but sure. Why not? She would say it by name. "...Let me just start by prefixing this- what I'm about to say might seem ridiculous to you but I assure you that I am well aware that it has recently fallen into disuse. So please spare me your incredulous looks, your hearty guffaws and your reproachful remonstrations."
"Laudanum."
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Crowley replied but only after a raised eyebrow at the impressive alliteration and a sending swift glare at the jerk that had spat at them. If that had landed on his shoes... there would have been hell to pay.
"Rarely. You have to have a prescription for it or have a contact with transformative magic."
Was that a thing? Whatever, he carried on like it was because his magical abilities allowed him to do such feats. He just needed something to alter...
Crowley stepped past her, retrieving an old glass bottle from the ground and a few clumps of dried leaves. Some of them he recognized as being poisonous but it really wouldn't matter once he was done with them. He set these items down on an overturned barrel, snapped his fingers, and voila! The form of the objects altered and changed right before her eyes. The bottle grew new and more stout, even taking on a label that clearly marked what it contained and the leaves melted into a fine syrup that by design hovered up and poured itself into the bottle. At the end the rusty stopped became shiny new silver and plopped itself down on the concoction.
"Can't say I ever really thought of making money this way but... it would be difficult to find anywhere else."
He held the medicine out for her inspection confident that if she didn't pay he could just make that junk and old leaves again.
"How much is it worth to you?"
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The demon was barely controlling his laughter. "You're not gonna get that O-T-C, lady. I haven't seen that stuff in decades."
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"For starters what year were you from?"
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"I'm from 1898." It was still unfathomable for all of this to be real but.. perhaps she should look for a compendium of modern medicines.
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The demon ran a hand through his hair. "I think this place uses a fair amount of healing sparkle magic." Waggle fingers to emphasize.
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"Yes, so I have been told. They also seem to dissuade the use of practical remedies." Sounding a little put out with the notion of being obsolete in some capacity. "Still- I see no reason why I shouldn't be prepared in the event that no healer is present."
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He was a little irked about not having his full range of powers, so he understood feeling put out about being there.
And he felt she had a point. "The more stuff we have available, the better it is if something goes wrong."
His concern was keeping Lydia safe, and he didn't see any reason a lady doctor from the 19th century wouldn't be able to help in that.
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At least they had managed to stumble upon some common ground. His complaints lay in the removal of his powers, and her in the products that were available.
"Precisely. How forward thinking of you." Genuinely impressed that he was not going to argue with her like some of the others had. When she was out on excavations they often took her and her men to remote locations where getting to medical attention could be dicey. You needed something on hand to deal with problems as they arose or you might not make it long enough to return to the more populated areas. Also, it would have pleased her to be labeled a 'lady doctor' by yet another being. Scoff though Emerson might at her dabbling in the medical field it had helped them out innumerable times. Him especially since he often needed stitching up, and the first time they had met in Amarna he had been violently ill. It was only from her constant care that he made a full recovery.
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She immediately won him over by paying him a compliment. Even though his 'forward thinking' was basically a way to keep his bffff safe, and not so much anyone else.
Although a few people were starting to grow on him.
"Yeah, we didn't really get to choose this destination. I've already written several strongly worded letters."
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Whatever the motivations at least there was someone that he cared for the safety of. To put one before yourself was a noble quality.
"Have you now? And to whom are they addressed?" There was something quite peculiar about this individual but he was amusing at any rate. Not an unpleasant sort.
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He grinned at her question. "All of the Welcoming Committee. I've also been leaving Yelp reviews on the board." A small part of Beetlejuice hoped that if he made himself just obnoxious enough, he could get himself and Lydia the heck out of Dodge.
It was, admittedly, a plan that had not been thought out at all.
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But regardless of what Amelia noticed, Scorpia noticed the approach of her fellow shopper, and guessed that she might want to see what was on display as well. "Oh, sorry," she said. "Am I in your way?" She moved a bit to one side, allowing Amelia to get a better view of the items displayed in the shop window.
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It had been rude to stare upon her approach but it was mercifully misinterpreted. Only then did Amelia look to the window. "That's quite alright. I should have been more patient as I awaited my turn.. or I simply could have gone inside." Taking the easy out in this situation. "Might I inquire as to what you were looking for? I have been out here the better portion of the day, perhaps I have seen something similar that would serve your purpose."