The most glaring thing about the place is that there are two doors- one tiny, too small for anyone to enter except those who are tiny indeed- and one more normal-sized.
The place went from nearly abandoned to decorated in less than two days- probably a record, but as yet, no one's seen exactly what runs it.
A goblin exits the shop holding a sign written in elegant script.
Grand Opening- Reesera Clique's House of Curiosities
In smaller lettering:
We sell curiosities and spells from places beyond your imagination! Come in and ask!
ON SALE
Faerie Spells from Lorwyn
130g/180g/230g
Can't get them cheaper than here!
*Note: Spells may take time to acquire, and occasionally a fee, depending on what you desire. In Walkers we trust- all others pay cash!
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
Quote from Yukora »
This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
OOG: Sorry that you haven't gotten a response for a while. AoK disappered a while ago. Let's get this taken care of.
IG: Forgotin enters into a very interesting shop. Flowers bloom all over the place. The kind of flowers are hard to identify, but Forgotin is fairly certain none of them are native to Kush. Whether or not they're native to Dominaria is another story.
Insects buzz all around the place, filling the place with a strange, almost hypnotic low humming.
There doesn't seem to be anyone sentient present apart from Forgotin.
A small goblin comes running in and sees only Forgotin. Seeing him his eyes light up as he runs forward and hands him a summons requesting his presence at the Arena for the tournament. The summons also indicated that he could be replaced should he fail to show up in a timely manner.
Inside is a very beautiful store. They seem to have a little bit of everything in here: spells, plants, beautiful flowers, a few racks of clothes from simple to flamboyant, male or female.
There doesn't seem to be anyone there, however.
OOG: Unless the_forgotin posts soon, treat him as if he's not there.
The mime looks around for some sort of shopkeeper. But seeing no one, she simply moves over to the clothes and starts looking through. Looking for something rather specific here.
As Erin approaches the racks, she becomes aware of a quiet buzzing in the place. There are various bees and insects inside the store, but they seem happy to stay near the plants.
She finds a wide variety of clothing on the rack.
Less than ten seconds pass of Erin searching the rack when a small blue upside-down face appears about three inches in front of her nose. "Hello!" it says, grinning.
The mime looks through the rack for those ten seconds, looking for something black and white. And diamonds. When she's interrupted by a blue face. She blinks, then slowly tilts her head, then her body, trying to match the angle the face is at.
The mime blinks as she notices that the fae face is still with her. Not matter how much she bends, the fae stays there. The girl frowns as she tries to figure this out. Then... Hat! Of course! Small girl is too small to make much weight. The mime grins as she figures this out and quickly removes the hat and tosses it in the air.
The girl reaches up to grab her hat out of the air, pulling the fae down with it. Then she gestures to herself, and to her rather frumpy looking outfit. The suit's torn and dirty and just doesn't look good with such pristine makeup. She gives an embarrassed smile before gesturing to the clothes rack.
"The strong, silent type?" says the girl sprite. She giggles.
The one now letting go of the hat, floats up and down in front of Erin. "Hmm..." he says, coming up to Erin's face, "Yea, you definitely need a new outfit. What can we get ya?"
The faerie dives into the rack, and starts throwing out suits. "Oy! Don't make her catch 'em! She's dirty!"
"Whaddaya want? We got checkerboard, zig-zag, stripes (horizontal AND vertical), spirals..."
As the Faerie speaks, he throws the corresponding suit or outfit out of the rack. The girl, not wanting them to get dirty, ends up catching them one by one, until she's just a floating pile of suits. Erin can hear her wings going like crazy.
The mime looks over the suits as they're thrown out. Waiting for a pattern of all diamonds. Then she quickly picks that out. Okay, they've got color and pattern for the suit. Now... She puts her finger to her mouth, thinking. What next. Oh! She gestures to her own actual suit, how it hangs off her body. And shakes her head. Then she points to how the dirty gloves are skin tight. Nods.
Despite the fact that Erin snatched one, the faerie continues to throw suits out. The pile on the girl faerie is getting rather large.
"Woah woah! Reed! She's got one!"
"Oh?" the faerie known as Reed pops out of the rack. "Ooo, that's a nice one!" he says as his sister collapses to the ground beneath the pile of clothes. ("Oof!")
"What else d'ya need?" Reed asks, returning to hover in front of Erin. He looks at her actions, then snaps his fingers. "You want it fitted? We can do that! Nesen! Vera! The nice fox needs to be fitted!"
The girl, Vera, crawls her way out from the pile of clothes on the floor, while Nesen moves over to a private changing area, and holds open the flap to let Erin in. "Just change in here, we'll take care of the rest."
Well, was gonna have them pick something out or just make something, but that'll make things faster.
The girl considers. She looks over the outfit for a moment. A rather nice one at that. A bit of a change of direction for her. She considers, then points to her face. Makes as if to take something concealing off of it, then put it back on. While they search for something like that, she goes into the dressing room to change.
"A mask? I can do that!" Nesen says, and flies off.
As Erin changes into the suit, which is just a few inches too large for her, and needs to be taken in at the hips, she hears the faeries flitting around the room outside, and what sounds like an argument.
When Erin leaves the changing room, Vera is chasing Reed around the room. "You got those dirty!" "You dropped them!" "You were throwing them!"
Nesen, on the other hand, flies over to Erin. "Ah, good, right this way. Don't mind them." ("You pick those up!" "No, you pick those up!")
The girl looks over the suit. Yes, far too large. They'll have to work on that. She follows Nesen and also gestures to her hands, which are currently bare, and her feet, which are the same. Both will need coverings too. Man, she's racking up a bill here!
"Hm? Oh, you need some gloves and shoes? We can do that."
"Those clothes are getting stinky! You better pick 'em up!"
"Get back here you!"
Nesen works on a few measurements on Erin, somehow manipulating a leather tailor's tape-measure ten times his size. "Yeah, definitely needs to be taken in at the hips," he moves the tape-measure up the torso a bit, "and here too... and I wonder where those gloves and shoes could be..."
"Ow! Hey! Leggo!"
"I told you to—oof!"
"Put your arms out to the side," Nesen says, and starts making arm measurements. "I still need those gloves and shoes!"
"Put the bucket down! Now!"
"Okay!"
*CLONK!*
"GLOVES AND SHOES! GET THEM OVER HERE! NOW!"
Vera peeks out from under the bucket, and Reed glances up at Nesen's shout. They each mutter something in the realm of "Yes, Nesen," and bring over a variety of shoes and gloves, placing them next to the box of masks.
Nesen rolls his eyes, and turns back to Erin. "For the love of Mother..." he mumbles to himself, and goes back to measuring.
Erin stands stock-still. Statue still. Actually, that's a really good description of it, for not only is she standing still, she's barely breathing. Using circular breathing to get as much air as possible without moving her chest very much. And she's got a pose too so every part of her body is in a unique position. Which may make the measuring a pain in the ass.
As the measuring tape goes around, she slowly pulls out of the statue-pose in order to gesture to other places that'll need to be taken in. That is, any place that isn't already against her skin. She wants it to be skin-tight, apparently, while still loose enough to move around in.
Her eyes start roving over the shoes, gloves, mask. And a grin starts to grow on her face. Oh, this is going to look good! When she gets a chance, she starts picking things. Some shoes with bells on. A mask that obscures her face-paint while still looking amazing with the outfit. Some very nice white gloves with white embroidery. You can't really see it, but they're -there-, and that's what counts. You can feel it, at least.
She looks down at the outfit before tapping a finger on her cheek. There's still something missing...
The three faeries set to work, trimming, and fitting the suit to perfection. At one point, Reed says "Hm... this isn't gonna work... Vera, get the stretchy cloth!"
She lets out an excited squeal, and zips out and back in almost an instant, carrying various white and/or black shades of a stretchy cloth. They use this to make the area around some of the joints even tighter, but usable without ripping.
Erin poses as they work on the outfit so that it can do all the things she wants. She puts on the shoes, taking her time lacing them up. Then she puts on the gloves. A hat is put on, then a mask over her face. Hrm. Something's still missing. She'll get it later. She checks herself before looking in the mirror. And what she sees...?
Erin's wearing a skin tight jumpsuit made of something like silk with enhanced strength. It covers her from neck to wrist, covering gloves, to ankle, just above shoes, to the base of her tail, and its quite hard to figure out how she gets it on or off. There must be a set of buttons somewhere, or a zipper, or something, but its expertly hidden. The formfitting outfit is done up in black and white diamonds that go in alternating rows all around her in a confusing pattern that simultaneously delights and dizzies. There's a faint shimmer to the light areas, hinting at a possible irridescent thread used with care. Her hands are clad in white silk gloves that show nary a speck of dust and look quite posh. The kind of gloves a governess would use to check for dust on the mantle.
First, the 'collar'. Take a large circle of silk, two feet across. Cut a hole for the head to hug the neck. Then cut triangles out all along the edge. To each point affix a silver bell before alternating the colors of each quarter between black and white. Going down, her feet enjoy tight leather boots with a curl at the toe that doubles back over itself to dangle a bell. White leather for the majority with black laces and black and white collars that mimick the one on her neck, including the bells. And the final touches draw it all together. The hat; you can never forget the hat. She got one made especially for her: a stiff tube to hug the skull with five, count them, five points branching off equidistant from each other. One side of the points being white, the other being black, alternating all around. Depending on how jaunty she feels, the points could be stuffed with cotton to force them to stick out, or perhaps they're left limp. Either way, they're tipped with those silver bells.
The mask! That's where they eye truly rests; the only place you'll find color on this outfit. Done in the style of a Mardi Gras mask and truly integrated with the hat for the best display. A porcelain half-mask that rests lightly on her muzle and obscures her eyes, cheeks, and forehead. The white edges of the mask frame the intricate purple, green, and gold painting done over the rest. A purple design that curls and swirls at the edges and almost seems magical in and of itself. The design is outlined in gold to accent the curls and green is done as a highlight, only visible when it shines in the light. In the center of her forehead is a red jewel. Around the edge of the mask is braided purple and gold rope. Nine paper mache triangles, six inches or longer, come off the top of the mask to dance around the points of her hat. Done in the same colors as the mask and painted with various symbols with hints of tarot cards, Egyptian glyphs, and other arcane images. Oh, and don't forget the silver bells at the tips.
After looking over herself, Erin grins and jumps up and down gleefully, silently clapping her hands!
The place went from nearly abandoned to decorated in less than two days- probably a record, but as yet, no one's seen exactly what runs it.
A goblin exits the shop holding a sign written in elegant script.
Grand Opening- Reesera Clique's House of Curiosities
In smaller lettering:
We sell curiosities and spells from places beyond your imagination! Come in and ask!
Faerie Spells from Lorwyn
130g/180g/230g
Can't get them cheaper than here!
*Note: Spells may take time to acquire, and occasionally a fee, depending on what you desire. In Walkers we trust- all others pay cash!
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
Official Matron Mother of Clan Planar Chaos
Awesome Avatar and signature by DarkNightCavalier
Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
After a while, Forgotin sees a goblin entering into a shop after hanging up a sign showing that it was a shop of oddities.
That looks interesting
Yes it does
Shall we?
I guess
After his little internal conversation, Forgotin walks into the shop.
Then I was gone, but not forgotten.
No more shall it be this way.
IG: Forgotin enters into a very interesting shop. Flowers bloom all over the place. The kind of flowers are hard to identify, but Forgotin is fairly certain none of them are native to Kush. Whether or not they're native to Dominaria is another story.
Insects buzz all around the place, filling the place with a strange, almost hypnotic low humming.
There doesn't seem to be anyone sentient present apart from Forgotin.
My helpdesk should you need me.
There doesn't seem to be anyone there, however.
OOG: Unless the_forgotin posts soon, treat him as if he's not there.
My helpdesk should you need me.
She finds a wide variety of clothing on the rack.
Less than ten seconds pass of Erin searching the rack when a small blue upside-down face appears about three inches in front of her nose. "Hello!" it says, grinning.
My helpdesk should you need me.
As Erin moves, the face travels with her. The Faerie in question is keeping position with her.
OOG: Does she have a hat on or something? If so, the Faerie is on it. If not, the Faerie is flying carefully.
The mime blinks as she notices that the fae face is still with her. Not matter how much she bends, the fae stays there. The girl frowns as she tries to figure this out. Then... Hat! Of course! Small girl is too small to make much weight. The mime grins as she figures this out and quickly removes the hat and tosses it in the air.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Two other voices start cackling behind Erin as the faerie holding the hat starts up his wings, catching himself and the hat in midair.
Two faeries come over to Erin, and bow. "Welcome to the Reesera Clique's shoppe," the female one says.
"How can we help you?" says the male.
My helpdesk should you need me.
The one now letting go of the hat, floats up and down in front of Erin. "Hmm..." he says, coming up to Erin's face, "Yea, you definitely need a new outfit. What can we get ya?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
The faerie dives into the rack, and starts throwing out suits. "Oy! Don't make her catch 'em! She's dirty!"
"Whaddaya want? We got checkerboard, zig-zag, stripes (horizontal AND vertical), spirals..."
As the Faerie speaks, he throws the corresponding suit or outfit out of the rack. The girl, not wanting them to get dirty, ends up catching them one by one, until she's just a floating pile of suits. Erin can hear her wings going like crazy.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Woah woah! Reed! She's got one!"
"Oh?" the faerie known as Reed pops out of the rack. "Ooo, that's a nice one!" he says as his sister collapses to the ground beneath the pile of clothes. ("Oof!")
"What else d'ya need?" Reed asks, returning to hover in front of Erin. He looks at her actions, then snaps his fingers. "You want it fitted? We can do that! Nesen! Vera! The nice fox needs to be fitted!"
The girl, Vera, crawls her way out from the pile of clothes on the floor, while Nesen moves over to a private changing area, and holds open the flap to let Erin in. "Just change in here, we'll take care of the rest."
The girl considers. She looks over the outfit for a moment. A rather nice one at that. A bit of a change of direction for her. She considers, then points to her face. Makes as if to take something concealing off of it, then put it back on. While they search for something like that, she goes into the dressing room to change.
My helpdesk should you need me.
As Erin changes into the suit, which is just a few inches too large for her, and needs to be taken in at the hips, she hears the faeries flitting around the room outside, and what sounds like an argument.
When Erin leaves the changing room, Vera is chasing Reed around the room. "You got those dirty!" "You dropped them!" "You were throwing them!"
Nesen, on the other hand, flies over to Erin. "Ah, good, right this way. Don't mind them." ("You pick those up!" "No, you pick those up!")
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Those clothes are getting stinky! You better pick 'em up!"
"Get back here you!"
Nesen works on a few measurements on Erin, somehow manipulating a leather tailor's tape-measure ten times his size. "Yeah, definitely needs to be taken in at the hips," he moves the tape-measure up the torso a bit, "and here too... and I wonder where those gloves and shoes could be..."
"Ow! Hey! Leggo!"
"I told you to—oof!"
"Put your arms out to the side," Nesen says, and starts making arm measurements. "I still need those gloves and shoes!"
"Put the bucket down! Now!"
"Okay!"
*CLONK!*
"GLOVES AND SHOES! GET THEM OVER HERE! NOW!"
Vera peeks out from under the bucket, and Reed glances up at Nesen's shout. They each mutter something in the realm of "Yes, Nesen," and bring over a variety of shoes and gloves, placing them next to the box of masks.
Nesen rolls his eyes, and turns back to Erin. "For the love of Mother..." he mumbles to himself, and goes back to measuring.
As the measuring tape goes around, she slowly pulls out of the statue-pose in order to gesture to other places that'll need to be taken in. That is, any place that isn't already against her skin. She wants it to be skin-tight, apparently, while still loose enough to move around in.
Her eyes start roving over the shoes, gloves, mask. And a grin starts to grow on her face. Oh, this is going to look good! When she gets a chance, she starts picking things. Some shoes with bells on. A mask that obscures her face-paint while still looking amazing with the outfit. Some very nice white gloves with white embroidery. You can't really see it, but they're -there-, and that's what counts. You can feel it, at least.
She looks down at the outfit before tapping a finger on her cheek. There's still something missing...
My helpdesk should you need me.
She lets out an excited squeal, and zips out and back in almost an instant, carrying various white and/or black shades of a stretchy cloth. They use this to make the area around some of the joints even tighter, but usable without ripping.
Some of the masks look otherworldly, like a clay mask of a sun god, or a strange shrieking face, but Erin finds what she needs. In each basket.
The three faeries bring over a half-length mirror, and position it so Erin can see her whole body. "Ta-daa!" they say.
Erin's wearing a skin tight jumpsuit made of something like silk with enhanced strength. It covers her from neck to wrist, covering gloves, to ankle, just above shoes, to the base of her tail, and its quite hard to figure out how she gets it on or off. There must be a set of buttons somewhere, or a zipper, or something, but its expertly hidden. The formfitting outfit is done up in black and white diamonds that go in alternating rows all around her in a confusing pattern that simultaneously delights and dizzies. There's a faint shimmer to the light areas, hinting at a possible irridescent thread used with care. Her hands are clad in white silk gloves that show nary a speck of dust and look quite posh. The kind of gloves a governess would use to check for dust on the mantle.
First, the 'collar'. Take a large circle of silk, two feet across. Cut a hole for the head to hug the neck. Then cut triangles out all along the edge. To each point affix a silver bell before alternating the colors of each quarter between black and white. Going down, her feet enjoy tight leather boots with a curl at the toe that doubles back over itself to dangle a bell. White leather for the majority with black laces and black and white collars that mimick the one on her neck, including the bells. And the final touches draw it all together. The hat; you can never forget the hat. She got one made especially for her: a stiff tube to hug the skull with five, count them, five points branching off equidistant from each other. One side of the points being white, the other being black, alternating all around. Depending on how jaunty she feels, the points could be stuffed with cotton to force them to stick out, or perhaps they're left limp. Either way, they're tipped with those silver bells.
The mask! That's where they eye truly rests; the only place you'll find color on this outfit. Done in the style of a Mardi Gras mask and truly integrated with the hat for the best display. A porcelain half-mask that rests lightly on her muzle and obscures her eyes, cheeks, and forehead. The white edges of the mask frame the intricate purple, green, and gold painting done over the rest. A purple design that curls and swirls at the edges and almost seems magical in and of itself. The design is outlined in gold to accent the curls and green is done as a highlight, only visible when it shines in the light. In the center of her forehead is a red jewel. Around the edge of the mask is braided purple and gold rope. Nine paper mache triangles, six inches or longer, come off the top of the mask to dance around the points of her hat. Done in the same colors as the mask and painted with various symbols with hints of tarot cards, Egyptian glyphs, and other arcane images. Oh, and don't forget the silver bells at the tips.
After looking over herself, Erin grins and jumps up and down gleefully, silently clapping her hands!
My helpdesk should you need me.