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Little shop of curiosities

@OliveYou

Dear Mr Balanos,

On behalf of myself and the other members of staff here at the Little Shop of Curiosities, I would like to offer you the full-time position that you stated an interest in within your application. However, as we are growing as a team; it would be wonderful to have you come into the shop to get to know us and perhaps show us some of your skills and knowledge.

The shop closes at 5pm most nights and the staff stay behind for one hour to clean and debrief. Please do join us then, or during the day - whichever time suits you best.

I look forward to meeting you,

Kindest Regards,
Kale
High Warlock and Apothecary.

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Kale let Sergei look for his scroll @bloonewb and for the moment that he was distracted he slid a letter onto the desk and looked across to V who was interacting with the woman he had caught entering the shop earlier@OliviaV. "V, when you get a moment you should look at this." he told her, before looking back at the giant of a man, who had found and was waving a scroll around in front of him rather excitedly. Kale frowned at the name of the scroll and then back up at Sergei. "Sir, I'm not sure this scroll is what you are looking for.. can I help you perhaps in translating some of these scrolls to help you find what you are looking for..?" the giant man swerved to look across at True instead and he sighed, rubbing his head.

The man was quite an excitable one, but Kale wasn't quite sure what he wanted from the shop. He was happy to help with whatever he actually needed, though he wasn't so sure that he wanted to sell them for sheep. While Sergei was, once again, distracted for a moment, Kale's eyes fell on the other customers. A small girl was staring down at a goblin that had entered and he could see Laila @2plus2isnot5 gearing up to go after it - no doubt because True had told her to. True had a specific dislike for goblins, but Kale was happy to help them if they needed something from him. He spoke gently to Laila. "Laila? Sweet pea, leave the goblin he is doing no harm. Could you perhaps do me a favour? I forgot to look in the post this morning, could you go and see if there are any letters?"

True's ears pricked up and he looked across at the huge man, Sergei. He frowned slightly, wondering whether he would join them or not. @bloonewb

Redwood Reform Academy

Kieren

@ineffable @KahleenCuthald
Kieren caught the nod from Remy and sent her one back before he turned to Shay and saw her musing over the idea. He smirked slightly at her suggestion of joyriding and for a moment he considered taking her up on the offer. He longed for his bike, even just to work on the engine again and the feeling of the wind rushing against him as he rode it. It was tempting. "You know... ask me in a week or two and I'll take you up on that offer straight away... but I don't want to get into that much shit just yet. Semester just started; why not break the rules slightly and see how bad security is around here with a party first? Besides, we can always sneak out when the party gets boring.. I could use several drinks before getting into a car anyway." He trailed off, frowning before looking back up at Ms Rancine.

His eyes followed her around the classroom, then watched her place a worksheet on his desk. He scanned it, then raised an eyebrow. He actually knew how to plot coordinates - his father had taught him to do it when he was younger and then he had continued to do so on his road trips. "Ms Rancine? You're saying we can do this homework now and hand it in now?" @LadyinInk

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@J Silversmith True felt his stomach drop at the mention of the witchtrials. He felt a sudden swell of annoyance and anger as he listened to the Inquisitor, finding him harder to listen to because of how excited he sounded. He was being factual and honest, but the way he rabbited on and mused over his own thoughts wasn't settling well with True, especially not since a good friend of his was a shapeshifter. "Perhaps your efforts would be better suited to finding an answer then, instead of all of the slaughter... perhaps if you offered a truce and spoke to these creatures you speak of some would be willing to help you with investigating the cause of the rogue creatures... rather than striking fear into the hearts of those with the power to kill and execute you should be showing them that you can reason and that not all creatures intend to be evil."

@bloonewb Kale cleared his throat softly and looked at the giant of a man. "Is there anything more I can help you with, sir? Or should I show you to the scrolls and leave you to search for yourself?"

Redwood Reform Academy

@Echoes That's really great to hear!!

Redwood Reform Academy

Kieren

Kieren nodded, mumbling an affirmation, "Mmm." He glanced around the room before settling back on Sheila. "I have one... fixed it up from a pile of rust. I'd give anything to be out there on the roads again instead of being stuck in this place.. I'm gonna go stir-crazy without it I swear." He cracked his knuckles, then turned his head to another girl making her voice much louder on purpose (@KahleenCuthald). He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, hearing the 'party' invitation.

"What do you think, shithead? Are you interested in those kinds of things? That is if we're invited." He raised his voice slightly and looked at Remy for his final sentence. (@ineffable)

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True cocked his head to the side slowly, listening to the Inquisitor. His spines settled slightly as he became less concerned that the man was going to harm him. When the man asked for his name, he wrinkled his scaley nose softly before replying, "True.. just call me True.." He shifted on the branch, before settling again, this time slightly less defensively. "Though.. I must ask where these creatures you speak of come from.. I have met shapeshifters and vampires and they have been quite friendly.. if not annoying," he rolled his eyes, recalling his last encounter with a shapeshifter, "perhaps it is a curse or an infection that is causing their actions?"

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@J Silversmith True growled lowly, bristling and hunching his shoulders. He flinched away from the man's metal rod and did his best to look dark and dangerous. He flashed his sharp white teeth in a sneer and stepped back up onto his perch, where he was at a taller vantage point than the man and able to take off should the man try to grab him.

He spoke in a low voice and spread his two finger-like claws as he gripped his branch to make sure the man knew exactly how sharp they were. "You come in here and speak of hunters to the hunted? You assume I would sell quicksilver to you so you can hunt more of us down? To answer your question, yes we do grow much larger than I am; I think you'll find that a full-grown wyvern would have no qualms in crushing your head with the weight of its tail so I think you should think carefully about what you babble on about next..." he kept his dark eyes firmly on the man. True was a dwarf-wyvern. He would never grow to anything but a third of the size of a common wyvern - he was a runt and had been pushed out of the nest as a babe for it. Unlike most runts, however, True had managed to survive and find company that had helped him do so. His ability to speak and quality of life rested solely on the kindness of the warlock he now served under, but it didn't make him any less bitter and cold towards anything bigger than him. "I'll sell you quicksilver to kill your fellow hunters.. but not to kill any so-called "vermin"."

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Waiting for the man with a mechanical arm to reply and take in the sights withing the shop, @J Silversmith, True began to pace along the side, flicking his tail from side to side. He watched Laila and rolled his eyes, 'damn kid..' he thought, shaking his slate blue head. "Laila.. just ask him what he wants.. V's busy so just see what he wants and whether he can pay for it.." @2plus2isnot5

The Thieves Guild

Appearance: 5'0, dark hair that is cut unevenly around her ears and has longer layers on top that stick out. Deep brown eyes and a pale complexion, with a small almost pointed nose. Skinny but has tight little muscles on her legs and arms. Sometimes wears charcoal around her eyes to look menacing. Normally wears dark clothes and a thin black cloak.
Age:24
Name: Krista Mueller
Nickname/Alias: Ratte
Gender: Female

Personality: Ratte is carefree in the deadly sense. She holds her true feelings back well behind a mask of sarcasm, flirting and general boisterous and rowdy behaviour. She is a pessimist, but can be very caring on the inside and looks after those she considers worthy of her care with a fierce loyalty, though those people are few and far between. She is determined and stubborn - if she wants something, she's going to try to get it, even if that means betraying someone.
Biography: Ratte grew up with her sister in a quiet little family that couldn't afford much. Ratte was never the favourite child - she was brutish and stubborn and often came home with bruises or something stolen, often egged on by her sister though nobody ever saw that part. Her parents were at the end of their patience with her, when her little sister became sick. Ratte took on the role of providing the medicine for her under the guise of having found a job. In reality, she was stealing and when her parents and sister found out, they banned her from the house. Ratte lived on the streets for a long time after that, still sneaking medicine into the house when she could, but learning skills to live on her own and survive in this bitter world of ungrateful beings. She eventually hitched a ride out of town to escape from a group that she had pissed off with her nature and stealing from them and never came back. She was never able to settle, moving from town to town, eventually landing in Luthias - somewhere she was hoping to make a name for herself before she moved on. A name everyone either hates or fears, of course.

Skills: Pick-pocketing, lying, lock-picking, knife-throwing, drinking shots.
Equipment: A knife on her belt, a lock-picking set in a small bag on her shoulder, deck of cards.