Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 8, 2019 17:52:14 GMT -8
The kittens meowed as she picked them up and placed them in her lap, before snuggling up against one another and going to sleep. A third kitten, hearing the meows, poked its head out of Foxgloves' pocket to investigate. Foxgloves pushed it back down with a fingertip on its head, and it vanished from sight.
"Who's to say I'm hiding my face behind my mask?" he asked. "You're assuming that anyone who wears a mask has something to hide. I've got nothing to hide, my dear Miss Prinn. Nothing at all."
He clapped his hands together, and several pairs of white gloves flew from within his coat. Drifting their way over to the various corners of the cottage, the gloves picked up various brooms and mops and feather dusters. They began to clean vigorously, polishing every surface until they shone.
"As you can see," he said, "I can handle the cleaning very well by myself. I don't think you're boring, though. I don't think you're boring at all. On the contrary, I think you're a very interesting person indeed. However, there's no room for another person in here, I'm afraid."
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Aya Prinn
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Jun 8, 2019 18:32:09 GMT -8
She stared at the masked... man... person and pressed her lips together, then deadpanned, "Masks are usually worn to hide one's identity, therefore it is easy to assume that you are hiding your face. Can you really blame me for my curiosity, sir? I am most certainly not going to be the last person to be curious, and I believe that I am probably not the first." She held her hand out for the third kitten, "I once stole something without nobody knowing. It was a trinket... But I felt so guilty, that I put it back without notice, and nobody was the wiser. You're the very first to know."
She watched as he pulled out various magic tricks and sighed, "Well then, what do you think I should do, Foxgloves? Perhaps I could find a place in the woods and figure something out. I am tired of traveling."
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 8, 2019 18:47:40 GMT -8
"So many surprises," said Foxgloves. "First you tell me that you have no more secrets, then you give me another. That's a very interesting one, now. What was it that you stole? What manner of trinket? I've heard of enchanters putting wards on their wares, causing an immense sense of guilt to anyone unscrupulous enough to steal them. I've considered doing it myself, but I haven't the faintest idea how."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the third kitten by the scruff of its neck. This one was a tabby with large eyes and a round face, and seemed to gaze around in wonder at the world outside of a pocket. Placing the kitten in Amaya's hand, he gave it a quick scratch behind the ears and pulled his hand away before it could bite him.
"Lots of people are curious," he said. "It's true. Curiosity is a virtue, really. It's also rather dangerous, though. Perhaps you ought to curb your curiosity, especially now that you've acquired so many little kittens. You know what they say about curiosity and cats, and I worry for their welfare. Besides, you assume too much. Your assumptions are based on the idea that everyone is like you, and that isn't true at all. As for what you should do...that's for you to figure out, don't you think? I can only sell things, not ideas. Perhaps building a little cottage in the woods isn't a bad plan. You certainly won't have any problems with rats. Rats are so troublesome. Have you ever seen anyone come down with rat-fever? It's not a pretty sight to see."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Jun 8, 2019 19:16:17 GMT -8
"It was a carving of a bird," she said, "So very pretty, blue and green feathers painted, long beak situated in the center of a flower. It made me think of my mother. I was only seven at the time. I don't remember exactly how I got it back to the vendor without notice, but I remember seeing the perplexed look on his face. Anyhow, I never stole another thing ever again." She paused and then replied to the next chastising from the faceless man. She raised her brows, "And you assume I think everyone is just like me. There are plenty of people like me without it being everyone. You're being curious about me, are you not? Tit for tat, my friend." She smiled a less than humorous smile, and said, "I wouldn't be accumulating cats had it not been for your initial curiosity." She pet on the third one. "I have never seen rat-fever, but I have heard plenty of scary things about it, enough to want to protect myself."
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 11, 2019 21:21:15 GMT -8
Foxgloves reached into his pockets once more, plunging his arm up to the elbow into the coat. This time, however, when he pulled his gloved hand back out, he held no kittens in his palm. Instead, he produced a small wooden bird, exquisitely carved and painted bright blue and green. While not the exact same trinket that Amaya had taken so many years ago, it was definitely very similar, and of the same quality of craftsmanship. Reaching across the table, he held it out to Amaya, offering it to her.
"Perhaps you'd like this, then," he said. "Take it, it's a gift. I usually don't give out gifts, but I don't think I'd be able to get very much for this little piece anyways. Perhaps it can serve as a reminder of your little secret, of your memories from long ago. Maybe a reminder of your visit here...although I doubt the kittens will let you forget."
When she accused him of his being curious himself, he merely chuckled. It was a dry and humorless sort of noise, as if made by someone who'd learned how to laugh from a book, but it was a chuckle nonetheless.
"Of course I'm curious," he said. "I'm the curious sort. It's a good thing to be curious, don't you think? Otherwise, so many things pass you buy. Besides, I don't need to worry about the cats. They're all very safe and comfortable in my pockets. I'm sure they're never wanting for string. As for rat-fever...see to it that you don't get it. It's quite awful to watch, really. The eyes turn yellow, the fingers grow weak, and the unfortunate victim is overcome with an insatiable urge to chew on things. I've seen bedposts covered in gnawing marks, teeth broken on ceramic tankards, and healers bitten to the bone. Patients are restrained and gagged, and there's not much else to be done. Once blood starts seeping from their eyes, you'll know they only have hours left...but I'm sure you already know that. I'm quite certain that kittens can't get it, though. You needn't worry about them."
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Aya Prinn
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Jun 12, 2019 13:17:20 GMT -8
Aya gave a tired yawn, "You perplex me, Foxgloves. You tell me not to ask questions and such because of curiosity, and now you say it is healthy. You, my friend, are strange. Also, if the kittens like your pocket so much, why do these three bat at you and such?" She felt like she was going down the rabbit hole just being in the presence of this strange person who apparently didn't want to show himself. But at some point, she took the bird in hand and looked at it. It was not exact but it did make her think of her long dead mother. "Um... thank you," she murmured, a strange mixture of emotions touching her face.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 18, 2019 20:40:20 GMT -8
"Who's to say what's strange and what isn't?" asked Foxgloves. "I've seen a lot of strangers on my travels, and perhaps I'm the most normal person around. After all, I have a house and four limbs. Those are very normal things to have, are they not? You haven't got a house. Does that make me more normal than you? In any case, isn't it true that the most perplexing things are what bring us the most joy sometimes? Just like puzzles. Do you like puzzles? I do."
He hopped to his feet, bouncing on the points of his shoes as he got up. As he stretched his arms and legs, his limbs seemed to contort into the most unnatural positions, twisting and bending in ways that ordinary joints certainly were not supposed to.
"Kittens rarely know what's best for them," he said. "That's why they must be taken care of, don't you agree? They're very safe and comfortable in my pocket, but perhaps my appearance frightens them. Who knows. To tell the truth, I'm very glad to get them out of my pocket. They scratch my wares and chew on the fabric and get lint stuck in their ears. Have you checked them for lint yet? You probably should. Later, though. You must be tired. I'd offer you a place for the night, but I haven't got a bed for you to sleep on. I haven't even got one for myself. I generally sleep on the roof, or under the coffee table if it's raining."
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Aya Prinn
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Jun 20, 2019 17:42:23 GMT -8
"I am tired, yes. I suppose that must mean I should find a place to lay my head. Odd that you don't sleep in a bed, they're very comfortable. But I suppose under a table is just as nice as in a bed. As far as the lint goes, I will check them another time. It doesn't seem to bother them for a little bit of lint to be stuck to them. I am sure it won't be the last time either..." She gave a rather large yawn, "Oh, excuse me," she said, "I think the tea made me quite sleepy." It relaxed her, that was for sure. "Just point me to a tree with a nice big branch and I can make camp. I will be out of your hair soon enough."
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 22, 2019 21:37:16 GMT -8
"Trees with big branches?" said Foxgloves. "I think all the branches in the forest around my home are quite small. It's very convenient, makes them easy to break and carry for firewood. As for the apple tree, I don't think it has branches at all. It's just a sort of mass of leaves. Apples grow on it, and I couldn't tell you where they came from, but they taste delicious. Or so I'm told. You may have one, if you like."
Gesturing for Amaya to follow, he walked out of the little cottage. He headed down the path, stopping at the apple tree. Just like he'd said, it didn't seem to have any branches, just a huge cluster of leaves on top of a trunk. Comically oversized apples protruded from the leaves, each one bright red and almost as large as Amaya's head. It really did look as though a child's drawing of an apple tree had somehow come to life, through some mysterious spell. Foxgloves reached up and plucked an apple from the tree, holding it gingerly in both hands. He offered it to Amaya, cocking his head to the side as he held it out.
"Do you want an apple?" he asked. "If not, I'll probably squeeze it and make cider. I make quite good cider, you know. Some folks really can't get enough of my cider. I don't know what it is about it. I've seen a man try to sell his wife for a mug of it, and the wife tried to sell the husband for a mug of her own. I didn't buy either one of them, I've no use for husbands or wives. Especially not ones like that. In any case, if you'd like to go, just head down the path into the woods. You'll find yourself back at the festival soon enough, and I'm certain there's lots of trees there. Don't worry, I'll catch up."
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Aya Prinn
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on Jun 24, 2019 16:48:49 GMT -8
She couldn't even get a tree where he stayed, that was very frustrating and unusual, but she bit the inside of her cheek, deciding not to make a fuss over a lack of branches. She was curious, however, about why he had tried to sell her those shoes. "Foxgloves... May I ask why you thought to sell me those red shoes? I am curious." She had the kittens gathered in her arms along with gifts. "I know this will sound silly, but I used to want a pair of dancing shoes, but my papa thought it was a frivolity I did not need to make since I am not interested in being a broodmare and making money for the family."
He offered the apple and she shook her head, "Oh, I couldn't. Those are some big apples."
She began to pet her kittens and cuddle them as she walked ahead.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Jun 27, 2019 21:18:45 GMT -8
Foxgloves stuffed the enormous apple into his coat, and it vanished into a hidden pocket. Following Amaya down the path, he reached out to tweak one of the kittens' ears, resulting in an irritated meow as the kitten batted at his fingertips.
"The shoes?" he asked. "Why, I thought you'd enjoy them. You seem like the sort of person who'd want to dance through the air, after all. Who doesn't? Frivolities are what make life go round, after all. What's the sense in living if you can't spoil yourself every now and again? No fun in living the life of a plowhorse, after all. That's why sweets and liquors and dancing shoes were invented, I'm sure."
As Amaya walked down the path into the forest, she would gradually begin to hear the music of the festival ahead of her. As soon as the odd, branchless trees blocked out the sight of the cottage completely, she would find herself bursting back out of the woods and into the Midsomar Festival once more. Looking back, she'd see no sign of the strange trees or the odd cottage, and Foxgloves was nowhere to be seen.
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