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Post by Stella on Feb 14, 2009 23:38:55 GMT -8
The Weaver's Dwelling is the fabled residence of an immortal warlock who grants certain wishes for certain prices granted that one can find the place first.
The current master of the Dwelling was tucked away deep in the cellar of the ramshackled building, obsessing over her lastest project. Liliya Lillooet brushed her clear, almost white hair back as she gritted her teeth, ready to complete the circuit with trembling fingers.
This time she'll get it right.
An inch.
A centimetre.
A millimetre-
BANG!
Dropping the smoke-sputtering switch, she stood up in a fury. The pale figure lying amidst the coils of organic wiring opened his red eyes imploringly and devoid of emotion.
"Stay," she commanded, ripping off the heavy duty leather gloves and storming up the stairs which creaked with protest and age.
A young woman stepped away from the large dented cauldron half-shoved into the fireplace and turned to watch Liliya emerge from the trapdoor in the floor.
"Miss?"
Liliya ignored her and went over to the window, hefting herself onto the ledge to look outside.
"Ethel, get my cloak. Another customer arrived in the lake again. Let's just hope he or she's not an idiot like the last one."
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Post by мєяű on Feb 15, 2009 0:25:53 GMT -8
The water was cold-- that much was for certain. It also tasted great (much to Voracity's enjoyment, as he'd been rather thirsty)-- that was certain, too. As for how he got in the water, that was a different story. One minute he was walking through the upper ridgeland range, the next he was swimming to the surface of some lake.
Dark hair fanned out around the man as he spun around in the water, trying to get his bearings. Well, it certainly wasn't too far from land, that was for sure. And was that... Was that a house? All the better! He could probably get food there. Then he wouldn't have to eat the people. Well... he might anyway, but that wasn't the point, was it? He gave himself a once over, checking to see if he lost anything in the water (the ribbon in his hair was a close call-- it was loosely floating in a pretty red strip close to the surface), and then swam for shore.
The house was a more than welcome when Vo trudged up the shore, dripping and soggy. The woman inside at the window seemed to have heard his arrival. It wasn't exactly quiet. He gave a bit of a wave and marched up to meet her.
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Post by Stella on Feb 15, 2009 0:35:16 GMT -8
Readjusting the cloak hanging off her shoulders in what she believed to be a majestic fashion, Liliya stood in front of the door. She pulled out the silver pocketwatch, opened it, and clicked it shut habitually before throwing it open dramatically. A second bang resonated through the small enclosed valley.
The house, strangely shaped due to the attachments and extensions over the years, shivered from impact.
Her calm, crimson eyes trailed down to the waterlogged stranger at the bottom of her steps.
"What can I do for you today, gentleman?"
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Post by мєяű on Feb 15, 2009 0:54:36 GMT -8
The man wrung out his hair and tied it back in its ribbon loosely (he made a mental note to fix it later) as he waited for the door to open. When it did, he gave the small woman a grin. What was she.. Dwarven? Gnomish? Something else? Well, she was cute, he guessed. For a girl.
"Hello to you, too. I suppose a towel would be great. Food would be even better." Well, we certainly know where his priorities lie, don't we?"What is this place?" He gave a look around, scanning the area and the house itself before settling back on who Voracity guessed was the owner of the house.
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Post by Stella on Feb 15, 2009 1:01:38 GMT -8
Liliya blinked, thinking she heard wrong. Surely this person had a greater wish in mind. Nevertheless, she inclined her head politely to show agreement. Ethel who had heard everything tore through a chest of drawers by the entrance for a clean towel.
Turning slightly, Liliya beckoned her visitor to enter, slipping the pocketwatch back into the cloak's inner pocket.
"Come in and take a seat and I'll answer your question as thoroughly as I can."
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Post by мєяű on Feb 15, 2009 1:49:07 GMT -8
"Alright." Hm. Maybe he should have asked for another set of clothes temporarily while his dried. Oh well. Folding his hands behind his head, he slipped past her when she turned to allow him in, ducking a little as he entered to avoid the door frame.
"You have a name?" He looked back over his shoulder at the woman still in the doorway."Or am I going to have to make up something to call you? Unless you prefer'hey you,'" he added as an afterthought.(The before thought was 'damn, I'm hungry.')
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Post by Stella on Feb 15, 2009 14:49:37 GMT -8
Liliya gestured to the rectangular kitchen table, cluttered with random and curious apparatuses.
"My title is Lilooet the Weaver, if I may ask, what is your name, stranger?"
Balancing a silver tray laden with freshly cooked breakfast in one hand, Ethel swept half the items on the table clear off. Liliya didn't even wince as they clattered, clanked or clinked onto the floor.
"Towel, sir?" Ethel inquired, jutting her hip out to offer the towel tucked into the side of her waist cincher. The tray rattled with silverware as she set it down on the table. The cauldron in the fireplace boiled over with multi-coloured soup bubbles.
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Post by мєяű on Mar 3, 2009 3:52:24 GMT -8
"Voracity.Vo," he corrected immediately as he went to sit at the cluttered table."Vo is fine."
He was astonished at how little he'd payed attention to the fact that the taller girl had a silver tray with food on it.Food. Where had his mind gone? His eyes followed the tray as it was set on the table. He was barely able to tear them away for a brief moment to take the offered towel and thank the before mentioned girl for it and the meal.
Before he spoke again he picked up the fork on the tray, speared a bite of the delicious-looking meal and popped it in his mouth. It was only after that when he made a half-assed attempt at toweling off his hair with one hand while eating with the other when he spoke again.
"So." Bite, chew, swallow."What is this place?" he questioned again after another bite.
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Post by Stella on Mar 3, 2009 20:07:10 GMT -8
Liliya adjusted herself into a tentative position, stirring the silver spoon in her tea idly.
"This is the Weaver's Dwelling otherwise known as the permanent residence of a fabled Wish Granter," she said with a snap of her fingers.
Ethel rushed forward and dropped a heavy looking tome on top of a plate of strawberry jam toast. The voluminous book flipped open on its own accord to the section bookmarked by a frayed red ribbon. Liliya pulled a pen out of the table's centerpiece and shook her hair out of her face.
"Now, what is your wish?"
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Post by мєяű on Apr 3, 2009 16:23:25 GMT -8
Wish Granter? Well that was an interesting thing to stumble on. Voracity winced mentally at the squishing of the poor, delicious-looking jam-covered toast. The book was interesting enough to sort of take his mind off it, though.(But, dammit, he was about to eat that.) So what... this book granted wishes? Or was it this Lilooet woman? Perhaps someone else who lived here?
"A wish, eh? Hm..." What was his wish, indeed? Food was easy enough to find. If he wasn't in the mood for being picky, he could just take someone off the street and, voila, breakfast.(He took another bite of the breakfast in front of him at this thought.) Well... An endless supply certainly wouldn't make a good wish, then, would it? And he definitely didn't have a problem with getting laid. After all, who could resist his cutie-pie face? He didn't have any particular goals at the moment, either, so... logically his wish would be--
"I haven't got one." Yes. That would indeed be logical."Enlighten me. How did I get here? One minute I'm walking in a place that has no water in sight and the next my lungs are swimming in it." Ha. Swimming. Get it?"And," he added, raising a brow,"how do I know you speak the truth about this...'Wish Granter' character?" After all, she could be some crackpot recluse who gets off telling unusual stories. Hell, he could be hallucinating this whole thing right now-- and what a very real hallucination it would be.(What was in those mushrooms he ate earlier?!)
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Post by Stella on Apr 4, 2009 13:10:23 GMT -8
Remember, Liliya. Professional face. You've dealt with people more...annoying that this.
Liliya's calm smile twitched a little in spite of her reasoning.
"Miss Liliya is perfectly certified for this, sir. Rest assured," Ethel interrupted promptly. She tapped every mismatched glass on the table until she found one that sounded reasonably pleasing to her ears and filled it with cream soup. She continued this process until five of the glasses were full.
"That's correct. I've been in this profession for a long time. There are certain things I cannot grant. Forbidden wishes, reversing the darkest of sins, recreate a living person; those are among the few I cannot help with. Of course, this is all for a price like any other trade," Liliya explained matter-of-factly, taking a drink from her glass."As for how you got here, I'm as clueless as you are much to our misfortune, but I can tell you, you're not the first one to appear here unwillingly." Irritation began to surface the more she thought about it.
Racket came from somewhere in the hallway as though several breakable things were knocked over. A moment later a blond man appeared, wearing less clothing than Liliya would prefer on any person.
"Put on some clothes, you vagrant!" she hissed, her pale hair cackling with sparks. She brought her hand down hard on the book, causing it to snap shut in protest to her treatment. The jam toast remained plastered to its cover.
"Good Morning, sir. Did you have a good sleep?" Ethel inquired, handing him a glass of soup. He accepted it graciously and took a swig, smacking his lips.
"Quite. And there's nothing like a hot shower right after waking up," he replied, stretching his arms lazily in front of him. Water dripped off him as he did so.
He blinked, noticed the foreign face at the table, and grinned heartily.
"Hello, you're a new face. What's your name?"
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Post by мєяű on Apr 5, 2009 4:29:33 GMT -8
"Alright." That answered two questions, but the third (and really, the most important) still remained unresolved, though he was willing to let it slide for now. After all, who cared how you got somewhere? Clearly you were there for a reason, even if it's not an obvious reason.
Still, he frowned, sipping his glass of soup."Delicious," he murmured absentmindedly. It was a little confusing how one could be in one place one minute and then another a moment later.
He turned to look in the direction of the sound of things breaking just as the blond man made his entrance. Vo gave him a once-over and raised a brow.Interesting.
"New face indeed. Voracity. You certainly know how to make an entrance, don't you? Here." He tossed the towel Ethel had given him to the dripping newcomer."And your name is...?"
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Post by Stella on Apr 10, 2009 13:05:29 GMT -8
Vesper snagged the offered towel out of the air, simpering appreciatively at the guest. He held the slightly damp cloth and gave it a critical overview, humming in thought and lingering on the curling black lines and four-petalled flowers making up the borders on the corners.
"Well, it's usually not my policy to accept gifts after meeting someone for the first time,' he said although he was already rubbing it through his wet blond locks,'but I'll overlook it this once for you. I can't say much about your taste in motifs though."
Liliya rolled her eyes and made a sound of disgust.
"Please don't flirt in my general vicinity and as the owner of said towel, I'm so terribly sorry that it doesn't fit your tastes. Boo hoo."
"Yes, terribly sorry," Ethel echoed, performing a small curtsy much to Liliya's chagrin. Ethel was a little too agreable.
"Apology accepted." He turned his attention to their guest once again, twiddling with the corners of the towel in what was assumed to be an endearing manner."Voracity, was it? Before I tell you my name, I have but a simple question to ask."
"Oh Great Lord, don't-" Liliya began, hiding her face behind her small hands. She'll lose all her customers at this rate.
Without missing a beat, he strode forward, placing both hands on the already cluttered dining table and leant forward until he was centimetres apart from the dark haired man.
"Will you have sex with me?"
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Post by мєяű on Apr 11, 2009 4:33:34 GMT -8
Vo's brows shot up immediately but he didn't flinch away."An intreguing request, I have to say. Convenient as it may be, as sex falls nicely in line in my books directly under food and I have just eaten-- thank-you, by the way, it's delicious," he added, glancing at Liliya, giving her a small nod of appreciation as he popped another bite of his food in his mouth,"I generally like to know the name of someone I'm potentially having sex with. Now it's not usually my policy to accept such offers without being treated to some kind of meal before hand but," he imitated, leaning forward a fraction,"I'll overlook it this one for you."
He sat back in his chair and took another sip of the soup."Besides. You're cute. I'd be a moron to decline." More of a moron, anyway, than he was accepting. He glanced back at Liliya out of the corner of his eye."Sorry for the flirting."
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Post by Stella on Apr 11, 2009 16:14:33 GMT -8
It took Liliya a moment to catch up with herself.
"You're excused." She was unused to such sensible responses and almost did not know how to react. Maybe she can come to like this stranger. She glanced over at the blond man who seemed to be in a state of shock.
Now what could've-
"Oh Lord, you, you didn't-," she sputtered, turning towards Vo abruptly. Her long pale hair whipped around and landed on the jam residue on her breakfast plate."You didn't just say yes, did you?"
"H...he said...yes?" Vesper said slowly. He looked around the room as though he's never seen it before, meeting the eyes of everyone for confirmation.
Ethel gave a polite smile, clapped her hands together in demure joy, and said:
"Congratulations."
"Ethel, don't congratulate that idiot."
"I'm sorry, mistress."
"H-he said yes?" Liliya was getting ticked off. This is even worse than when they said no, given how pessimistic the blond twit was.
"Yes, he said yes. If you stutter one more time, I'll cut your assets off, I mean it. Aren't you going to tell the man your name already?"
There was a moment of silence as Vesper straightened up and cleared his throat importantly before yelling:
"HE SAID YES!"
"DEAR LORD, SHUT UP."
The front door swung open with a reverberating bang that rattled every window in the house, breaking one. He hollered incoherently out the front door as well before stumbling down the stone steps. There was an audible splash and more incoherent cries and then:
"Luce! Luce baby! He said yes!"
Liliya shot out of her chair, tangling herself in the long swaths of her ornate cloak. She shrugged it off with great difficulty.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM OR I'LL AMPUTATE YOU FROM THE WAIST DOWN!" she roared, succeeding in barrel-rolling into a cabinet full of lightbulbs. Stomping over to the door she shot a heated glare at Vo and said unprofessionally:
"You know, I think I hate you now."
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