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PouchWell this time at least it seemed another person would suffer with her in this period of working for the merchants. Even though it was resisting even worse practices the overall build up of just working for the non-labor class was beginning to disillusion Jolyne from these concepts of 'good'. It had apparently become much more subjective in her absence and caused her to rethink some things, but that was a line of consciousness for another time. Instead she focused on thinking about who her companion would be as she began to head towards the store that the two Mages were to protect that day. The mission involved protecting a merchant from paying protection money to a local gang, though Jolyne did wonder if it was taxes towards the local community instead of just for the King. Such a thing was very common nowadays and the old tax collectors were often labelled as thieves in order to undermine their authority and trick others into siding with corrupt salesmen who did not wish to pay their just dues. Still, no matter which it was there was no choice for the Lich in the matter and so she would set about her task regardless.
Venturing out for the day she wore her regular ornate dress complete with it's many various sheer veils and baubles as well as flowers she had picked and kept in a vase from the day before. The many colors helped contrast the alabaster of her bones along with her penchant for black cloth and gold metals, flowers suited her magic as well and so the whole outfit really tied into a summary of the personhood of Jolyne Atreides. While she would not normally care how she looked, when the woman knew she was meeting a new mage she put in that extra pep in her step towards the efforts of fashion as opposed about simply worrying about ease of movement. It was an odd thought to change things up but that seemed to be the recent theme in her unlife, so the Lich simply went with the flow of prior events and continued to push the envelope on novelty.
The shop building was not too unassuming nor too outlandish, instead it reflected the inventory it had and displayed a large potion upon the sign above the building painted a lighter shade of blue than the word in order to draw the eye more than the mundane colors of most other buildings. Overall it seemed like a decent enough place and not something that would be too much a chore to be stuck inside for an extended period of time but Jolyne could hardly judge the place until she had entered it herself. Such things were not good to jump to the conclusion of and get ones hope's up only to be annoyed by some horrific interior design or other unexpected annoyance which could severely bring down her overall mood is she was not prepared for it. Expectations were important things to meet for the Plant Mage and she took them a bit more seriously than she should, a character flaw she had no interest in fixing.
Rasping upon the cherry red door which stood in contrast to the color scheme of the rest of the brick and mortar, Jolyne would be greeted by the kindly old man who was the owner. He was a full two heads shorter than the boney lady and looked up at her through coke bottle glasses with white puffs of hair looking like baby bantam chicks roosting above his ears.
"Oh yes, oh yes, you must be the first one, come in before your friend gets here" the old man would usher Jolyne Atreides into his shop seemingly unphased by her skeletal appearance and instead focusing on not letting a draft inside his warm shop from the winter chill outside. Not one to be rude the Lich walked her way into the shop as the little old man shut the door behind her and introduced himself as Nickolai. Once the greetings were out of the way he bid Jolyne to look around the shop as they awaited the other mage, it only made sense she arrived first after all as she was more than a full hour early out of sheer boredom. As such the owner went back to his business after talking to her, and she began to look about the shop itself for ways to ensure none of the fragile bottles would be shattered in the upcoming fight.
Venturing out for the day she wore her regular ornate dress complete with it's many various sheer veils and baubles as well as flowers she had picked and kept in a vase from the day before. The many colors helped contrast the alabaster of her bones along with her penchant for black cloth and gold metals, flowers suited her magic as well and so the whole outfit really tied into a summary of the personhood of Jolyne Atreides. While she would not normally care how she looked, when the woman knew she was meeting a new mage she put in that extra pep in her step towards the efforts of fashion as opposed about simply worrying about ease of movement. It was an odd thought to change things up but that seemed to be the recent theme in her unlife, so the Lich simply went with the flow of prior events and continued to push the envelope on novelty.
The shop building was not too unassuming nor too outlandish, instead it reflected the inventory it had and displayed a large potion upon the sign above the building painted a lighter shade of blue than the word in order to draw the eye more than the mundane colors of most other buildings. Overall it seemed like a decent enough place and not something that would be too much a chore to be stuck inside for an extended period of time but Jolyne could hardly judge the place until she had entered it herself. Such things were not good to jump to the conclusion of and get ones hope's up only to be annoyed by some horrific interior design or other unexpected annoyance which could severely bring down her overall mood is she was not prepared for it. Expectations were important things to meet for the Plant Mage and she took them a bit more seriously than she should, a character flaw she had no interest in fixing.
Rasping upon the cherry red door which stood in contrast to the color scheme of the rest of the brick and mortar, Jolyne would be greeted by the kindly old man who was the owner. He was a full two heads shorter than the boney lady and looked up at her through coke bottle glasses with white puffs of hair looking like baby bantam chicks roosting above his ears.
"Oh yes, oh yes, you must be the first one, come in before your friend gets here" the old man would usher Jolyne Atreides into his shop seemingly unphased by her skeletal appearance and instead focusing on not letting a draft inside his warm shop from the winter chill outside. Not one to be rude the Lich walked her way into the shop as the little old man shut the door behind her and introduced himself as Nickolai. Once the greetings were out of the way he bid Jolyne to look around the shop as they awaited the other mage, it only made sense she arrived first after all as she was more than a full hour early out of sheer boredom. As such the owner went back to his business after talking to her, and she began to look about the shop itself for ways to ensure none of the fragile bottles would be shattered in the upcoming fight.
wc:757/1,500
