week 2

[arsholes]

[One week down and (if the Alchemist's promise is to be believed) just three more to go. In the past week royalty has been bullied, explicitly non-Satanic chairs were ordered and you began the pact-bonding process with your new proprietor of mercantile wares, ✨Garfield the Deals Warlock✨.

All in all, a surprisingly good week despite the kidnapping and looming threat of death. We'll see how long that lasts.


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

✨WEEKLY DEALS✨
1. The Cloak of Duplication - An ancient vampiric artifact, when worn it changes your appearance and voice to perfectly mimic another individual of your choosing. (You still have to sell the act, though.) [5 coins] SOLD
2. The Battle Axe of Hatred - A sick as hell electric guitar with an energy that feels like it is powered by the screaming of an ancient and evil lord- or at least once was. It has a signature on the body that simply says "Ron" and looks like it might have been written in blood. [5 coins]
3. The Jable - Put down your keys and stay a while. [2 coins]


✨LEFTOVER STOCK AT 50% MARK-UP✨
1. The Tingler - The whole hand tingles from wearing this ring, as if more blood rushes through the area. [2 coins]
2. Christine Jr. - A tiny red convertible. It's powered by pedals like a bicycle, with a steering wheel. For some reason it makes you think of old men in silly hats. [6 coins]



(( OOC: Don't forget to submit your orders for any threads that aren't with the Alchemist or Garfield! The Alchemist and Garfield both have "office hours" now so feel free to reach out to them. The compact functions have also been updated and don't forget activity check!

This week is where the real game begins, so get in your regains and CR while you can. >:3 ))

Comments

[seaweedwrap]

[Oh, well, that'll get his attention pretty quick--and Wu's head shoots up immediately, turning to look at her, a frown appearing at her distress, already starting to stand to meet her as she comes closer] I just got it in one of the blind boxes, that's all--

[strongestfeelings]

[Sorry, Wu-- when he moves to meet her, she turns, to pick up the sword instead. There's no denying it, with the strands of gold-- she was the reason they were there. It's so familiar, yet so wrong. Wrong in her hands.]

They had this? This... shouldn't be here.

[seaweedwrap]

[When Stella turns away and towards the sword, that frown deepens]

What is it?

[strongestfeelings]

[She has two choices here. She can keep staring at this damn sword, selling on what it means, and worrying about the shadow of a boy who should have it right now—-

Or, she can set it down gently. She can turn to Wu.]

Alfea isnt just for fairies. It also trains specialists—- warriors, to protect the realm from monsters and other threats. This is the sword that each one is given, to do just that.

The question isn’t what. The question is whose.

This should be with Sky. [This sword belonged to the one who both fought against, and protected Solaria’s most treasured monster. Stella, herself.

She sets it back down. She turns to him, and without asking, throws herself into Wu’s arms.

In Sky’s arms, she’d always lost herself. Blocked out everything, and everyone else, simply because it was too painful. She’d let him protect her, shield her from everything, including herself. That was what he did. He picked up her pieces, and tried to gather them together. The son of the most powerful specialist, protecting the daughter of the most powerful fairy.

With Wu, it was something different entirely. They stood on equal footing, literally. And while Stella had lost herself in Sky’s arms, it was in Wu’s that she found herself.]

[seaweedwrap]

[Wu opens his mouth to ask...something. Maybe about Sky, maybe about the sword--but as soon as Stella flings herself into his arms, all of that disappears in favor of wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tightly as possible, like he had Tuesday after that announcement.

She's obviously worried about this person, and he can't say he blames her. If this sword belonged to someone she cares about and it's here...

His hand strokes down her spine a bit, gently, trying to comfort]

Hey, y'know, on the bright side, apparently time isn't moving where we came from, so if it's here, they probably haven't even noticed it's gone, so they're fine and you can give it back to them when we get out of here, no harm, no foul.

[strongestfeelings]

[Stella exhales softly, letting out the breath she didnt know she was holding. Her grip on him, however, remains as intense as ever-- the way she had held him on Tuesday, and Saturday before that, and even last night-- like he might slip away, if she dares loosen her grip.

But she does calm, both with his comfort, and with the way she's been practicing lately, to try and steady her magic. When she speaks, it's bitterly, but she's collected at least.]

I hope they're telling the truth, about that. But even if they aren't-- he's capable. He will figure something out.

He'll have to. I'm not giving him anything.

[seaweedwrap]

[Hm. That bitterness is unexpected, but it makes him tighten his hold just slightly. So not a friend, then. Something else. Something not good.]

No reason for you to do so. [decisive, agreeing] You've got way more important things to do with your time.

[strongestfeelings]

And we broke up. [She's gotta spell it out for him, she gets it by now.]

I have much more important things to do. [And-- because he needs it spelled out so much---] Like you.

[seaweedwrap]

Oh? [hm???] ...oh! [THAT TOOK A MOMENT]

Well, I am right here~ [his grip on her shifts a bit, curling more around her waist now, holding her a bit more gently as a smirk curls the corner of his mouth]

[strongestfeelings]

You are. And he is not. [When he had broken up with her, Stella had never thought 'his loss'. But now, she can't help but think it. His loss. Her win. Let him chase Bloom, and all her absurdities, which Stella has grown to love a little-- but not enough to ever think Bloom is a greater prize than Stella herself is.]

And you're a King. That's a step up, if you ask anyone at all.

[seaweedwrap]

[technically he got deposed a whole minute and a half after he was crowned but DETAILS HE'S STILL STICKING TO IT] Obviously a step up. And it's certainly his loss, as well. Who could ever compare to your brilliance~

[strongestfeelings]

Bloom is nice. But she’s a little—- average? She would verge on boring, were it not for her circumstances. Which I will not be telling you, so you won’t be swept away by her mysterious … Bloom-ness as well. [She’s joking, though, and her mood is lighter. She lessens her grip on him, just so, but doesn’t move away.]

You have finer tastes than that.

[seaweedwrap]

[he makes a disbelieving sound] Of course I have finer tastes. And anyway, no Dumb Dora could ever sweep me away the way you have.

[strongestfeelings]

They better not. [She reaches for his face, pinching his cheek briefly, before resting her palm against the side of his face.]

If I’m remembering correctly, though, you are the one who did the sweeping.

[seaweedwrap]

[Wu will take that pinch with a small wince and a laugh, before leaning into her hand, even as a smirk curls the corner of his mouth]

That's true, I did do some sweeping. But, [and here, that smirk softens] you took me with you first.

[strongestfeelings]

My intentions weren’t as noble.

[She strokes his cheek with her thumb, tenderness crossing her features. It’s only been a few days, but… her intentions have changed now.

So much feels like it’s changed now.]

I just didn’t want to be alone. And you came along, just the same.