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| The Seance Tent; (Open to all) | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 30 2009, 11:45 PM (44 Views) | |
| Portal | Jul 30 2009, 11:45 PM Post #1 |
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Portal could not help but smile as she set up her tent. Her aura was a bright yellow, her hair a delicate blonde, as she went to work. The purple fabric of the tent stood out from the nearby buildings. With all of her practice, it took only a few minutes before she had set up the large tent. She left the flap down for a while as she prepared things inside. The crystal ball was purely for show, but it attracted a good deal of people. In general, the tent was meant to be mysterious. Get people to ask what it was for, then hook them with the answer. People just didn't care as much if they already knew the answer. The biggest problem with her business is that there were rarely regulars. People had questions to ask the long-deceased, but rarely wanted to deal with the heartbreak too often. It was when she learned that lesson that she decided to do a lot of traveling. That way, she got new waves of customers constantly rather than waiting in a single city for far longer periods of time. It was difficult to deal with the constant moving at first, but she eventually began to enjoy it. She was getting used to sea-travel, as it was typically faster, and was familiar with several sailors, who were all very superstitious and constantly having her check for ghosts. Most days, she got normal people with normal requests and summoned normal spirits, though it was all still a tough experience on her. The rare day, though, she got interesting people, who had very interesting requests. It was those few occurrences that kept her with a feeling of expectancy each time she set up her tent. It was part of what set her apart from other shop-owners. She dealt with people, and people could be very interesting indeed. Having set up the table, crystal ball, and candles, Portal donned her ritual cloak, a large purple robe with yellow trims, and opened the entrance flap of the tent. She took her seat on the far end of the table, and waited for what customers may come. Edited by Portal, Jul 31 2009, 08:39 AM.
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| Nicolet Moon | Oct 23 2009, 02:03 AM Post #2 |
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Nicolet had been wandering aimlessly about the town, for what seemed like a week. It had only been a few days though. She wanted to get a feel of the city and its people. Though, she'd managed to succeed in getting tossed from one bar, and getting into a heated argument with a street merchant. Neither case had been more then a passing amusement for her really. It was then that she noticed the purple tent. Standing between shops, seemingly out of place in the otherwise normal city streets. She noticed a blonde woman moving about at the tents opening before disappearing inside. Biting her lip, to avoid the curse that jumped to mind. The thing screamed traveling merchant.. The question was what was she selling? Was it something of interest? Nicolet turned on her heal intending to find out. After all she had nothing better to do at the moment, and well... Answers weren't growing on trees. "Good day." Nicolet called as she neared the tent, and the blonde woman that had slipped into is door way. |
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