Raidou

Placing Demeter's Cauldron on a small shelf and adjusting Mythril rimmed spectacles on his nose, augmenting the shop Raidou gets to work. A few aught of use strewed out in evenly spaced segments with complimenting bottles to each. "Now let's do this the right way..." a muffled whisper to a soft interior With renewed fervor and confidence Raidou worked his equipment hard, and although one didn't take most of the produce was usable. Exp: 22

With each word cutting deep like daggers, the shopkeep elaborated in a muffle until the words began to pierce through the veil. "550 col" "Standard rate" "See if they fit..." Raidou swallowed hard at the thought of moving any closer to her. Turning with a wide reach and a shaking outstretched hand, contact... His fingers wrapped around what little piece he could grasp and he pulled them to his face with fervor. "These are perfect..." Raidou's words flowed easily at this moment owing to the distraction. Dropping a bag of coin into h

"N-NEVERM-MIND" Raidou pivots to start an expeditious retreat. A glint of blue, a small silver flash causes him to turn his attention back. Laden softly on a slip of paper of rich hue, a pair of small framed glasses peak his interest. Pulling the cracked lens pair from his face, and looking through the hairline "Mari..." he whispers before he takes a deep breath and about-faces toward the woman who just shattered his soul. Puffing his chest and gritting his teeth he bends in two "H-How m-much for the g-glasses miss?" now bowing in her direction his sight to the floor.

Wandering about the city in Floor 1, having experienced little of it in his short time after the dreaded announcement Raidou finds himself lost in darkened alleyways. Just ask for directions You can do this Get directions, admit it your lost Raidou tries a few door, handles shaking with a quivering hand at the thoughts of the speaking to come from his actions. One handle turns, opening with a mixed feeling of relief and dread as a bell rings on entry. "I-im sorr-ry to intrude, I'm a b-bit lost." the voice chopped to pieces and but a whisper as they fall to the flo

Prior Page Value: 42 Exp "My name... Raidou" he exclaims a bit reluctant as his uncomfortable nature starts to creep back into the forefront of his mind. Raidou shuffles his menu open and targets Macradon and with slight hesitation, he sends the request. Watching the player exit Raidou moves to the door and makes sure it's securely shut. Turning and looking at the pile now flooding his counter his reality solidifies and without a second thought, he lights a burner with purpose. Sliding the materials meticulously over the counter and retracting 3 vials from the top shelf, he begins to

Raidou's demeanor changed even further as he begins to pour himself over the resources littered across his counter. Silently he begins to understand the gravity that this is really happening This is real, who is this? With a small peer up he replies with a solid statement "That's agreeable I will continue to pull them together at the fastest pace I can go. Anything that I don't need will go back to you in full. This is what I do so you can breathe easy." Raidou remarks pulling the glasses from his face and polishing them on his sleeve before replacing them and looking up to Macradon and his or

Picking up the ledger off the counter with a raised arm, continuing to shield himself from vision. Raidou scans the paper with his eyes rapidly dancing across the page mumbling incoherently. Seconds pass as he reaches the end, and Raidou springs up with ignited passion at the thought of all the work he'd have to toy with concoctions. Adjusting his frames and a quick analysis that skips from his mouth in fragments. "Odds being..." "percentage chance..." then begins to mumble a bit before a clear answer under passionate and fueled words "A sizeable order of that magnitude would be

Raidou hears the door of his shop swing open "Here of all places..." with a whisper, thinking the wind took the wood entry ajar. Exiting the back of the shop toward the front his gaze meets a player. Slinking behind his counter to avoid his gaze "UH... w-what do y-you want from me." Raidou remarks peering over the counter as only his hair and the glimmering reflection of his spectacles are visible to Macradon. Raidou remarks having barely picked up what Macradon was ordering "Y-you n-need potions?" Raidou questions adjusting the glasses on his nose, the reflection shielding his eyes from view.

Raidou vents the smoke as best as he can looking out into the dense fogs of Floor 3. A small cough Raidou just takes a deep breath to clear his lungs, the subtle sunlight peering through the mist and the foliage around him. # 134417 CD: 1, LD: 17 Critical Failure # 134418 CD:4, LD : 9 Salvage Failure From behind him, a few sounds appear from his back. *pop* *pop* Raidou turns to see a small fire, and with an exhale "Crap!..." he pats out the flames as they consume a couple of materials from the counter. "I suppose I should start paying attention more...." Raidou

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Raidou enders the familiar interior, a bit musky and wet from the environment surrounding it. Setting a few nuggets of worth from his satchel on a clearing upon this long drawn countertop he lights the burner. "Let's get to work..." a small murmur before pulling down the green powder from before. Uncorking the small vial he begins a compound sending the powder into an opening on the alembic. A small dropper is withdrawn from a gold liquid-filled bottle, a few droplets excreted into the same opening. #134399 CD: 6, LD:19 Salvaged! The compound doesn't bind with the meager amount of fl

Raidou pulls a green-leafed Self-Heal out, Taking a second glance and the small red-hued bottles placed on the counter. "Let's try to make something less grimace" The grind begins with a small squeal from the bowl, powdered up into small green flakes and powdered roots. Raidou's exhaustion begins to take him and although he's intrigued and wants to keep working he calls it a night. "I'll continue working in the morning I suppose, lest I blow my shop to pieces." placing the flakes into a vial to keep them fresh. # 134361 CD:3, LD:19 Exp:2 Salvaged!

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Pulling a vibrant red-leafed herb from his pocket he places it down. Beginning to tidy up the place, Raidou opens the door and begins to remove the layers of dust. # 134359 CD:10, LD:20 Lighting a small candle the dim orange glow begins to illuminate the interior. Raidou takes cloth dampened from the small sink, begins to wipe his instruments down carefully restoring them to a usable state. Lighting the burner again, moving his calculator and alembic closer together and getting mortar polished and stacking vials to docked racks. Raidou claps his hands and shuts the door now that the

"On to the next then..." Raidou whispers pulling another material out and moving on from the jar of paste marginally pleased with the result given the age of the component used. Pulling a blue leaf from his pouch and taking it to the sink, water begins to bead from its foliage in large droplets removing the oils from its surface before. Raidou takes careful precautions to cup some water in his palm and allow the herb to drink a bit before he starts to work it. # 134358 CD:1, LD:1 Exp: 1 The plant disintegrates in his hands, the water to harsh on it turning to nothing more

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A white leafed dried plant with greyed roots removed from a small satchel placed on the still filthy surface, Raidou pulls a cloth and wipes the small bowl out removing particles of the previous failure from it. Picking up the white herb from the long counter, the grind begins with a starting turn... # 134357 CD:7, LD:11 The grind comes to a halt and Raidou moves to a collection of glass tanks and tubes, pouring the powder through a small opening in the top it starts to cook as fluid is poured from another hole from the top. Inside the large sphere of glass, it heats and bubbles as R

After a small bout through the mists, gleaning the environment but failing to find anything of use "Seems picked clean..." a small ping the door swings ajar. Raidou sets down his equipment and un-dons his gear and gets comfortable. Peeling another dried herb from his pocket, Raidou shuffles to the grinding device and picks it up. "Last time, luck wasn't with me... which is fine I don't really believe in that nonsense." CD: 1, LD:19 #134356 Beginning the grind, It takes a bit longer to powder due to the age. An electronic burst destroys the grind, Raidou simply sighs and reaches back

"Let's try this one more time, trying to regain my barrings," Raidou thinks with a whisper before he peels a blue leafed herb from his inner robe satchel. The bright blue leaves glisten in the low light exterior as it's placed on the flat surface, Raidou brushes clean the mortar and grabs another vial of a grey fluid and places next to the rest and peers down. "Maybe I'm a bit rusty, I feel this used to come to me much easier" as he starts to turn the pestle and the grinding permeates the shops interior. CD: 6, LD:1 #134256 Exp: 2 The blue light turns red as he spins the device

"Alright then" Raidou whispers to a filthy, empty interior before he adds the vial to a rack and pulls out another small vibrant colored herb. Taking the Mortar and Pestle to the sink he rinses it in the still running water to brush it clean. "Take care to not contaminate the brew" Raidou whispers to himself then dries it with a relatively clean cloth and places the herb within and begins to grind its golden petals to a fine powder. CD: 4, LD: 10 #134255 Exp: 2 The powder bursts under the spinning Pestle leaving fragmented data spewing from its housing. "Damn, they are way too o

First Craft Junk Sold

"Hmm...." Raidou brings his hand to his chin, "Maybe I just need to add simple water, It seems to be absorbing the moisture." Raidou picks the vial from the counter and finds a small trough with a faucet underneath a layer of dust. The sink kicks back for a moment due to inactivity before the water begins to flow freely. Water flowing Raidou cups a bit in his palm feeding it into the mouth of the vial and mentally crossing his fingers... CD:9, LD:11 #134254 Item: Blood Toxin Quality: Uncommon Shop: Hermit's Hermetics Description: This adept level craft is created from

"Let's try this again" Raidou pulls a vial from the shelf, a small cylinder filled with a thick bonding agent. Pulling the small dropper from its top he uncorks the concoction he is working with and drips a few droplets into its exterior slowly letting it pool around the powdered red plant at the base of the vial. It begins to react, glowing blue as the fluid makes contact... CD:6 LD:18 #134253 Exp: 2 The glow fades out, the powder seems to drink it up from how dried out it is but doesn't begin to produce aught of any use.

Dusting off the shelves, the layers of dust Raidou cleans off a space to work on the old counter. "This will have to do, let's get the filth out of the system" peeling one of his dried herbs from his satchel. The brilliant red foliage at the tip of this small piece of plant he drops it softly into his Alembic. A few turns a grind, he removes a vial from the shelf and blows the dust from its surface. Dropping the blood-red flakes of ground down the plant into the mixture It Fails to Hold CD:4, LD:17 #134252 Exp: 2 The potion backlashes, turning a red hue before a subtle burs

The Journey A remembrance of An Awkward Situation (Haine) - A loner and self-made info broker through his own intelligence is more than adequate to perform what was required, the information is sold in a way that left very little in the way of social connections. Upon floor 4 with a grumbling stomach, making ends meet through the exchange of peddled info is hard. A blue haired girl offers the nomad some of her own meal, and reluctantly he accepts it and pays her his name. The very thing he refuses to share with most. He takes his leave and makes a mental note to not fall for this aga