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genessia2017-05-11 09:38 pm
tevinteraltus) wrote in genessia2017-05-11 09:38 pm
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If I had a hammer...
Who; Dorian Pavus and the other employees of Cloak and Dagger
What; Just another day at the office?
Where; Cloak and Dagger, during or after business hours
When; May 11th, All Day
Warnings; You know, I can't think of any, but you never know. I'll update if I need to
It's been nearly three weeks since Dorian began working as an enchantment and magical item craftsman at the Cloak and Dagger, but he's still succeeded in keeping himself fairly scarce. He spends most of his time in the workshop, whether it's fulfilling customer orders or working on a project he's not quite ready to show the world, but every once in a while, he has to enter the shop proper for some part or parcel that wasn't within ready access.
He was fairly certain there were others who worked here, someone had to run the front counter after all, and Cassian was around somewhere, but certainly the boss (Maker, he was starting to sound like Bull) wouldn't mind taking some of the ingredients for a worthy cause. He'd...pay him back or something.
Otherwise, he'd be found in the workshop, with a tablet of obsidian, sweat beading on his brow as he focused intently on the runes he was carving across its surface. He doesn't look up if someone walks in, but he'll respond if he's addressed.
What; Just another day at the office?
Where; Cloak and Dagger, during or after business hours
When; May 11th, All Day
Warnings; You know, I can't think of any, but you never know. I'll update if I need to
It's been nearly three weeks since Dorian began working as an enchantment and magical item craftsman at the Cloak and Dagger, but he's still succeeded in keeping himself fairly scarce. He spends most of his time in the workshop, whether it's fulfilling customer orders or working on a project he's not quite ready to show the world, but every once in a while, he has to enter the shop proper for some part or parcel that wasn't within ready access.
He was fairly certain there were others who worked here, someone had to run the front counter after all, and Cassian was around somewhere, but certainly the boss (Maker, he was starting to sound like Bull) wouldn't mind taking some of the ingredients for a worthy cause. He'd...pay him back or something.
Otherwise, he'd be found in the workshop, with a tablet of obsidian, sweat beading on his brow as he focused intently on the runes he was carving across its surface. He doesn't look up if someone walks in, but he'll respond if he's addressed.
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"I...well, yes. That they do, don't they?" He chuckles nervously. "Odd to say, but I've never seen her hands ungloved..."
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No Akara, there were no photos of it. But she didn't know how closely guarded that hand was.
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"No. There are not." He pauses for a moment. "Come to think of it, I'm not certain I've ever actually seen it. She's...always kept it gloved."
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Akara, ever the bearer of optimistic observations.
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