Demian

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When inky soot fell upon his doorstep, it was all the chef could do to look up towards the oncoming torrent. Darkness. A hurricane devoid of life as far as his eye could see. A puddle formed near him. Daemien gingerly stuck his boot into it. The erasure zone was only slightly sticky, pooling across the dirt with every second, a threat to invade his tiny workshop in the wild. His feet found respite onto the ground below once more, away from the weaving tide that slinked past the individual blades of emerald by his stature. The brief moment of hesitation in his movements made his

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More than what was initially bargained for. Perhaps, Daemien wondered, Bistro really did seem him as the devil when he'd sauntered into her shop in high spirits and a winning smile. Right as the youth stepped up towards the counter, eyeing the bright colored orbs by the bend of the wood, the alchemist shot him a look from her set of papers splayed out in a wide mess. "Just the bottles," she cautioned. Maybe, had Lucifer caught a glimpse of the venom she'd captured in that stare, he too would have disappeared to depths where no mortals nor gods could find him in the future. The man ra

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Though it'd taken him much effort to slip into the Town of Beginnings, it took him very much less to have woven through the tricky alleys, stowing himself away from sight. A drop from the roof was enough to land in the middle of broad daylight -- in front of the store he was looking to barter from, so away from prying eyes. A push through the door. Down the steps to hell. "Trinkets, odds and ends," he recited, eying the woman in the corner of the room. "That sort of thing." She'd stared at him, mouth agape -- probably out of confusion, if Daemien had to guess. "Craft me

"A favour, if you would." No stranger to Firm Anima's sprawling network of players by now, Daemien found it completely efficient to be straightforward with his request. By the burning fires of Griswold's forge he did pace forth, a raised palm as he spoke at the blacksmith, a small velvet pouch appearing in his hands. "I'm looking for a sword and an armor piece that matches these requirements." Just as he'd set the pouch down upon the workbench as payment, a small slip of parchment was then separated from the bottom of his offer. He offered it to the blacksmith present. "Eve

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Perhaps it was Daemien's devilish smile that ticked the woman off about their first meetings' pretense. Or perhaps it was the way he'd graciously accepted yet another lot of respite potions that caused the alchemist to expel another breath, near trembling at the act of watching her stock leave her yet again. "A deal's a deal," he'd mocked, and the youth watched as Bistro struggled not to refute nor counter his words with an objection. Instead, the alchemist blinked swiftly twice, before sighing once more, pulling away from her counter just as he'd started to take his leave. Maybe Bis