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abraxaslogs2023-10-08 01:26 am
cointosser) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-10-08 01:26 am
you've never danced like this before [open]
Who: Jaskier and YOU
When: October catch-all, prior to event
Where: The new Casa de Mojo de Witcher, and Jaskier's plant shop in Cadens
What: Being a good business owner and bullying his family into a better home.
Warnings: N/A!
When: October catch-all, prior to event
Where: The new Casa de Mojo de Witcher, and Jaskier's plant shop in Cadens
What: Being a good business owner and bullying his family into a better home.
Warnings: N/A!
A SONG OF SAPLINGS
In the midst of the Cadens desert sits a small oasis surrounded by four walls. A Song of Saplings is (one of) Jaskier's pride and joy. This plant shop lay in the heart of Cadens's thriving market, with a handcarved, inviting sign of a tree's branches wrapping around the name of the store. A tiny bell with a sound similar to a bird's call rings as one steps inside -- only to be assaulted by a wall of green.
The goal of A Song of Saplings is to fill the desert with color. While most plants Jaskier offers are hardy cacti and woody bushes, there are special selections of flowers, saplings, and plants that simply should not be growing in the desert. Bright pink roses, verdant oak saplings, and a fuzzy-leafed favorite called "wolf's ear" are displayed among the store's rich wooden shelves, all personally grown by the Gem of the Phoenix himself. A selection of local artisan-crafted pottery fills one of the back shelves, each piece stamped by its creator. Other similar art for one's garden is for sale, including statuary of dragons, decorated birds, mermaids and unicorns -- pieces of the Continent that Jaskier has commissioned to decorate Cadens. And, of course, phoenixes.
At the back of the shop is a door that boasts a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY", a bit of a modern touch Jaskier has picked up as advised by some of his more contemporary companions. Inside is a room set up similar to a break room, with a cushioned couch pushed against one wall, a small table with a smattering of chairs surrounding it, and a shelf containing cleaning tools and solutions. There also appears to be a miniature well where one can draw fresh water from, though it does not sink very deep.
The front counter of the shop bears a bowl full of candies and a young woman with a head full of black braids and what appear to be horns naturally curling from her head. She wears a facemask that covers her nose and mouth that, as is rumoured, she never removes. Quille's voice and face always remain somewhat blank and detached, but she is startlingly dedicated to aiding those who come seeking specific foliage. She can often be seen sweeping the same spot for an hour, or plucking leaves off the plants -- wait a second, did she just eat one? Further rumours circle that she is a daemon that's been exiled from her home, orphaned and left to thrive on Cadens's streets on her own, but Quille will limit conversation only to the purchasing and selling of plants. Somehow, she has extensive knowledge of every single plant in the shop, and appears to be its only employee.
The goal of A Song of Saplings is to fill the desert with color. While most plants Jaskier offers are hardy cacti and woody bushes, there are special selections of flowers, saplings, and plants that simply should not be growing in the desert. Bright pink roses, verdant oak saplings, and a fuzzy-leafed favorite called "wolf's ear" are displayed among the store's rich wooden shelves, all personally grown by the Gem of the Phoenix himself. A selection of local artisan-crafted pottery fills one of the back shelves, each piece stamped by its creator. Other similar art for one's garden is for sale, including statuary of dragons, decorated birds, mermaids and unicorns -- pieces of the Continent that Jaskier has commissioned to decorate Cadens. And, of course, phoenixes.
At the back of the shop is a door that boasts a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY", a bit of a modern touch Jaskier has picked up as advised by some of his more contemporary companions. Inside is a room set up similar to a break room, with a cushioned couch pushed against one wall, a small table with a smattering of chairs surrounding it, and a shelf containing cleaning tools and solutions. There also appears to be a miniature well where one can draw fresh water from, though it does not sink very deep.
The front counter of the shop bears a bowl full of candies and a young woman with a head full of black braids and what appear to be horns naturally curling from her head. She wears a facemask that covers her nose and mouth that, as is rumoured, she never removes. Quille's voice and face always remain somewhat blank and detached, but she is startlingly dedicated to aiding those who come seeking specific foliage. She can often be seen sweeping the same spot for an hour, or plucking leaves off the plants -- wait a second, did she just eat one? Further rumours circle that she is a daemon that's been exiled from her home, orphaned and left to thrive on Cadens's streets on her own, but Quille will limit conversation only to the purchasing and selling of plants. Somehow, she has extensive knowledge of every single plant in the shop, and appears to be its only employee.
CASA DE WITCHER
Away from the hustle and bustle of the markets and Cadens's main streets is a rather decorated home, a stone wall giving its land a small bit of shade and privacy from its neighbors. The front entrance has two strangely rich and green box flowerbeds to welcome visitors, and a long, rough doormat gives indication of how little the owner wishes you to bring in mud and dirt. Even from the ground level, one can see that the rooftop patio is full of green plants and one twisted, knotted tree with bowed, weeping boughs and small white flowers.
Connected to the side of the house is a shed and a stable, housing two horses and, bizarrely, a bright golden chocobo. Along the walls are various tack and saddles for the creatures, and what appears to be a series of shelves that, upon closer inspection, have cat prints left behind in the dust. One large black horse and the chocobo are very friendly to any guests peeking their head in, but the second horse will snort and may bite if visitors come too close.
Inside the home are long hallways that lead to three different bedrooms, all decorated vastly different, respectful to their owners. The hallways are lined with shelves containing all manner of potted plants, skulls, and bones, along with something that looks suspiciously like a petrified lizard. A dining room has been set up with a rather expensive-looking icebox, and generally the small kitchen is always filled with bread or the smell of it. Curiously, food never appears to rot here, no matter how long it's left out in the open.
The home's dwellers are often seen going on and out at all hours of the night, sometimes bringing back monster corpses or... parts... with them. And more often than not, one can see (and/or) hear Jaskier sitting on the patio, practicing his music.
Connected to the side of the house is a shed and a stable, housing two horses and, bizarrely, a bright golden chocobo. Along the walls are various tack and saddles for the creatures, and what appears to be a series of shelves that, upon closer inspection, have cat prints left behind in the dust. One large black horse and the chocobo are very friendly to any guests peeking their head in, but the second horse will snort and may bite if visitors come too close.
Inside the home are long hallways that lead to three different bedrooms, all decorated vastly different, respectful to their owners. The hallways are lined with shelves containing all manner of potted plants, skulls, and bones, along with something that looks suspiciously like a petrified lizard. A dining room has been set up with a rather expensive-looking icebox, and generally the small kitchen is always filled with bread or the smell of it. Curiously, food never appears to rot here, no matter how long it's left out in the open.
The home's dwellers are often seen going on and out at all hours of the night, sometimes bringing back monster corpses or... parts... with them. And more often than not, one can see (and/or) hear Jaskier sitting on the patio, practicing his music.
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Jaskier waves a hand at him.] It hardly matters now, does it? I was a terrible noble, and a worse viscount. No proper father wishes his wayward son to become a bard. Even if I'm the most famous one the Continent has ever seen.
[He states it not as a brag, but as fact. Which it is. And soon: Abraxas's most famous.] And now look at me! Giving plant advice. Which I think you'll enjoy, by the way. [Let no child tell him again he's a terrible salesman.] Wait, I do know of caraway. The seeds, more specifically. Would you like one of those?
[There aren't any of the plants on his shelf, but as long as he knows it, he can grow it. It's part of the business.]
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Still, he relaxes somewhat when Jaskier admits to a similar disdain - and disappointment, it seems. Sylvain just snorts a little at that. ] Pretty sure my father, the Margrave, wouldn't have minded the bard part. The way I ended up famous - or infamous, as it were - was scandalous enough that it would probably be an improvement.
[ Still, he blinks when Jaskier recognizes the hardy flower he knows from the borders between Gautier and Sreng. He'd brought it up to a couple merchants in various cities here in the Free Cities, even described the blossom, but he's pretty sure the climate is all wrong for them, so it's no surprise none of them know it. Maybe somewhere in Thorne...? ]
Wait, you can grow carroway? Really? [ His expression brightens at this as he reaches to describe the plant he's familiar with. ] Leafy green plant, has bundles of white or yellow blossoms, looks like a wildflower? I'm not as familiar with uses of the seeds. The tribes to the north of my home use the leaves steeped in tea and the roots for medicine.
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Well, hopefully it was nothing as embarrassing as making love to the family goat or something.
[He would judge. A little.]
Of course! I can grow whatever you'd like. As long as I've seen it. Though I'm thinking it's possible we could be speaking of two different plants. Let me show you. [He grabs an empty pot from the back room, already filled with soil.] It's a bit of the sticky part with so many spheres between us.
[Jaskier hovers a ring-studded hand above the pot. His Chaos is a quiet sort; it hardly looks like anything but a mist in the air. As it touches the soil, a green sprout unfurls, growing higher and higher to meet his palm, then spreading around it with large, carrot-like leaves, small white blossoms forming and blooming as it grows half a foot high.] Is this what you're looking for? We also called it fennel. Or -- well, for the longest time I thought it was fiddle, actually.
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Only if you listen to the rumors from one of my Professors. Who happened to be the overprotective older brother of one of the girls in my class.
[ Fucking Seteth.
Still, he watches curiously - and a little confused - as Jaskier brings out a pot of soil. And then blinks in surprise as the plant sprouts from it’s depths into a fully grown plant in a matter of minutes. ]
Cethleann’s tits. That’s a useful bit of magic. [ A pause, as he considers the applications of that. ] Does Claude know you can do that? Wait, scratch that, is that something you can teach someone else to do or is that one of those tricky innate things that only someone who has it can do?
[ Which he’s used to, he’s just annoyed that some of the most useful magics he’s seen here tend to be the latter rather than the former.
Still, he bends to inspect the plant - which seems to have some minor differences but overall looks very similar to the plant he knows. He bends to sniff the blossom, the scent of it mostly familiar, even if it might be slightly different. ]
I think it might be the same. Or really damn close. I’d have to mess around with it and see if the tea turns out the same before I know fort sure but… Hells, you’re really useful for this. Can I buy this one off you? I’ve had shit luck finding it anywhere else.
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Perhaps it's best they both leave those particular things in the past. The far past.
Cethleann's tits. He does love a good bit of god tits in his expressions.] Isn't it just? [Light practically shines from Jaskier, considering how much he adores his particular brand of magic.] Well, I suppose I did grow a bunch of glowing mushrooms in front of Claude. So I think so... unless he thinks of me some sort of... mushroomancer.
[What a horrible magic that would be. Only growing mushrooms. Not that he dislikes them, but. There's much more than mushrooms in the world of flora.]
Unfortunately, this particular one is innate. A magic granted to me suffering this world so long. [He jokes. But it is magic he only received because of the Singularity, though he often does not attribute the power to a monolith in casual conversation.
His smile shines, and he holds out the pot.] Consider it a gift from me to your household. [There he goes again, being a terrible businessman. But he hardly needs the coin; he'd much prefer making someone's day.] It should need minimal care; my magic tends to keep them alive quite well. But bring her by if she gives you any trouble.
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Is that a thing where you come from? Mushroomancers? I dunno, they could be pretty useful. Especially to cooks and poisoners. [ Which happens to be him and Claude, respectively. ] Although you really don’t look like someone who would be one of those anyway. You strike me as far too colorful for that.
[ He sighs in mock dismay at the expected answer, shaking his head even as he reaches out to accept the plant gratefully. ]
That’s what I was afraid of. The Singularity can be so finicky about that. Ah well, it was worth an ask. Thank you for this, though. [ He inclines his head towards the generous gift, smile brightening again. ] I really appreciate it. I’ll be sure to take good care of… her.
[ he doesn’t ask why the plant’s a her. He’s not sure he wants to know the answer to that. ]
near wrapping, I think? heheh
[He does not hate that that is the form his magic took -- something envying and mimicking druidic arts. Jaskier cannot say he's ever felt truly one with nature, but he certainly has enjoyed understanding it more. Also, it's made him a tidy profit.
He only smiles. Unfortunately, Jaskier has found out (in a brief instance of embarrassment he will not retell) that poisoned plants are not out of his wheelhouse. However, he only offers them to Geralt.
At least he'd know where the bloody things are going.]
You had better. That is a threat. [It's a she because that's what she grew up as, all right?] I'll be very displeased if she dies.
i think so!
But he just tucks the plant securely under one arm and offers Jaskier a wink, playing along. Despite the threat.
He lives with Hilda. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that, Jaskier. ]
Don't worry. Even if I didn't spend half my time gardening these days, I'm pretty sure Claude has an actual green thumb, so between the two of us she should be fine. But I'll bring her back to visit - or maybe just something made with her contributions - if you're that worried.
🎀!
Really? He didn't strike me as the type. But considering we were busy fighting the enraged spirit with hands made of swords, there was no change for it to come up in conversation.
[Which means he'll have to hunt him down for some conversation down the line, won't he?
Jaskier gives Sylvain a very friendly pat on the shoulder (despite his threat earlier) with a warm smile. That... that is a very wonderful offering, actually.] If you do produce some lovely tea blends from it, I would be delighted. And please, if you need anything else -- don't be a stranger, my lovely.