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OPEN TO ALL It was slow day...not a lot of people out and about, and not a lot to do really. Amon had just finished going through an experiment with the dolls, and thus they were currently in the back cleaning up and finishing up some final notes. In the meantime, he was absentmindedly fiddling around with a small contraption, half wanting someone to come in, half wanting to be left alone in peace for once...
(Note: I am assuming that this has taken place BEFORE Vieka's posts unless she otherwise wishes so)
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Sighing, Vïeka re-adjusted her mask as she strolled down the merchants district, somewhat amused by the wide birth most of the populace was giving her as she moved past them. She didn't blame them at all, in fact it was much to her liking. If she was going to have to go outside to run errands for her old man, she'd rather not be interrupted by the normal mass of idiots if she could help it.
Speaking of, what was with him of late? Vïeka fetch me this! Vïeka can you get me that? This time, he wanted some kind of mechanical toy from a very specific shop, out right interrupted her and ordered her to go fetch right when she was talking about setting up her own clinic, that weird grin on his haggard face that made her want to slap him a few times. Why she had to fetch it in itself was a mystery, He knew drat well that as soon as she laid hands on the drat thing it would break, and he would have to fix it again before he could use it. but nope. It had to be her. He was adamant about it.
"Well what the old coot wants the old coot gets, at least until i get my own place set up and don't have to deal with his antics anymore..." she grumbled, pushing open the door of the shop he wanted her to go to softly, listening to the soft jingle of the bell. She took a quick peer around, but it seemed pretty empty. empty, and full of machinery. fantastic.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Immediately after the door opened, the contraption in Amon's hands fell apart with a small pop. "...That's what I get for not prepping it first..." he thought, noticing the signs of a magical presence in his shop, feeling a surge going through his mechanical arm. It was fairly uncommon for an Ander to enter his shop, but they usually didn't stay long...understandable of course.
"Welcome to Amon's Automatons, how can I help you...?" he said as he looked up at the potential customer. "...uh...flu season already...?" he asked, noting the person's mask.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
'Amon's Automatons huh? i guess this is the right place.' the half breed thought to herself as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere.
"Yeah, something like that i guess" she replied half halfheartedly, a trace of amusement in her tone as she carefully moved around the shop, overly aware of not touching anything but all the same taking her time and looking through the tech, recognizing bits and pieces from her old mans workshop and not recognizing others at all. With all her heart, she wanted to pick them up and tinker with them like she used to back when she was young, but it was a want in vain, and Vïeka jammed her hands into her trouser pockets to stop the urge.
"Has this place been here long? I don't really remember noticing it before..." saying that, she never really left the house much anyway, so she probably didn't notice a lot of things that were outside.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
"Longer than you think," Amon replied. "I just never really opened the shop up for a while due to being holed up with some...experiments. Ended up having to be more active after taking over as guild leader."
"It's fine by the way," he said with a small smile, noticing the woman's urge to fiddle around with the toys. "Fiddle around to your heart's desire. Been working on a few...countermeasures anyways. Your...lot tend to not stick around, though the braver ones seem fine with getting something non-functional, so long as the kids are happy," he continued, choosing his words carefully. There was no one else around, and he usually gave the spiel to the trepid Anders whenever the shop was empty of other customers.
"So, what can I help you with?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Vïeka's spine instantly straitened and her head shot to the shop owner, several things running through that mind of hers all at once. The first being 'oh that sneaky old bastard' quickly followed by 'oh dung he knows'. She ran her eyes down his figure, noting that he had to at least be human dominant if he worked with mechanics for a living, which meant he didn't so much sense her magic so much as... 'ah, his arm's mechanical' she noted, her stiff posture relaxing once the initial alarm in her head settled and she took note of what he was actually saying.
"Ah thanks" she murmured, genuine gratitude lacing her voice as her hands slipped free of their confinements to gingerly pick up a wind up mouse. It broke instantly of cause, and Vïeka cringed at the loud popping noise it made as she physically felt one of the gears disjoint in her hands. Her shoulders slumped disappointed, but she continued to turn the device over in her gloved hands all the same and look at how each gear fitted nicely together. well, each gear besides the ones that decided to break on her.
She thought over his question as she tinkered, thinking about how to work her questions into her answer. "Well, I was sent down to pick something up." she paused in her movement, looking upwards. "A small clockwork bird i think?'
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
"...Other shelf, second from the top," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Anything else...? You seem a bit...agitated..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Letting out a brief sigh, Vïeka put down the clockwork mouse, resigning to the fact that she couldn't fix it even if she had to capability to thanks to being at least in part anderswealter. she began tugging off the straps of her mask, pulling the thick leather off her face and stuffing it halfheartedly into her bag, plucking out a single mechanical songbird with her fore finger and thumb as to leave the rest unharmed before making her way to the counter. it made a popping noise and a spring came loose, but the young woman just sighed again as she placed the now broken contraption down by the till.
"Well, you said your the guild leader right? I'm going to take a shot in the dark here and guess for the merchants?" she paused, frowning slightly and looking off to the side, a leather clad finger scratching at her cheek wearily. "It would seem I've been set up slightly. I wanted to start up my own clinic, had my eye on a dilapidated building on the outskirts of the district right by the harbor, but i wasn't sure where to even start to get it up and running." her frown seemed to deepen. "Old coot knew all along didn't he..." the brunette muttered to herself irritably.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
"Well, you definitely came to the right place," he said with a smile, taking out a ring of keys. "I know which building you're talking about...though just in case..." He got up briefly opened the back door, sticking his head in the back room. "Hey Abby, can you grab the records book for me please? Thanks."
Closing the door he turned to the potential member. "I guess more formal introductions are necessary. If it wasn't apparent, I'm Amon. What type of shop were you planning on opening up?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Vïeka watched Amon move around his desk, calling into the back of the shop, with a wary expression. Sure, her first feeling was joy, not that she showed as such, at the opportunity to open her own place being so easy. then the suspicion flowed in, drowning her previous happiness like a ship ravaged by pirates right before the bay. This was a little too easy. He'd been fine with her so far, letting her poke around his toys and what not, being careful if not even considerate, and now he's helping her set up shop? was he just kind or is this some horrible plot to throw her to the wolves.
"Vïeka..." she replied carefully, leaving out her last name as not to drag the old coot through the mud too in case things went sour. "And i planned on opening a clinic of sorts. I've been working in my old man's place mostly, or more like people keep dragging their bleeding arses to me there and i have to fix them up." she explained, idly scratching the back of her neck and looking off to the side as she thought. "But he works with tech and gizmo's for a living, the place is full of the stuff, so every time i so much as heal a cut something blows up. I figured it's not fair on him..."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Amon paused. On one hand, it would be great to have another doctor around; Abby was too inexperienced, and visiting Iaco was out of the question. On the other hand...
"...How were you going to...well...for lack of a better term, fix people up?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
The half blood rose a brow at the question, trying not to let her amusement show too much.
"I murder them and bring them back from the grave as undead so they never have to worry about their health again" She replied with a bright, close eyed smile while waving her plague mask back and forth teasingly. She simply couldn't resist.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
"...How very efficient..." said Amon with an unimpressed expression. "You and our local grave robber would go well together..."
"So I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you'll be using magic then...?" Amon asked. He had known about healing magic, but he didn't know of any Mingo's member, past or present, that actually used magic. Keefe didn't use his magic for his work as far as Amon knew of, and Edgar did his...thing for the late night...costumers. So it would be uncertain of how well the...less than tolerable costumers would take to an open Ander setting up shop in the district.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Vïeka didn't even bother holding back the amusement off her face this time, a grin plastered itself onto her lips as she crossed her arms, a light chuckle escaping her. "Awh, that obvious?" she mused, mostly to herself before nodding to the guild leader in front of her.
"Yes, i'll be using magic, but it won't be quite that obvious or strait forward. Most things people need fixing are small and insignificant, colds and minor cuts and bruising. Even for slightly larger things, medicinal herbs and concoctions will cover that. They hold a lot of medical properties on their own, i just give them a super boost with magic which speeds up healing processes as such, making them more potent" she explained, her thumb idly running over her lip as she spoke.
"I can use raw magic to heal of cause, but not everyone's comfortable with that, and i'm still learning. I'd rather just boost something already containing a beneficial medium for the time being."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
"Okay, that makes things considerably easier," Amon said with a sigh of relief. "Not that I care, but human and ander relations arn't the best, if you know what I mean."
Just then, the back door opened, with Abby carrying a book in her hands. "Here you are," she said, placing the book on the counter. She then gave Vieka a small curtsy and made her way to the back room, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks," Amon called out after her. "Now then..." he said, going through the records. Turned out, as he was browsing, he saw that there was at least one other Ander who ran a pharmacy, but that was long ago. In any event, he found the building Vieka mentioned and found the corresponding key.
"Well, there you are. Why don't you take a look at the building. If you're satisfied, come on back and I'll get you the forms you need to fill. Other than that, welcome to Mingo's."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
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