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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:58 pm
"The hell- hey!" the white-haired mononoke growled, fanning the entire length of his tail out to turn the square's children away from him with a scowl before closing it back as neatly as possible in the middle of so many people. Akizuki Shirou disliked a great deal of things, and picking at his tail's beautiful feathers was one more thing he couldn't stand. If nothing he hated looking disheveled at the very least; people might call him vain for that, and some would even go as far as dare criticize him, but if they as much as dare laugh right now he was certain to make their lives a living hell just for thinking about it. Because, truly, there was nothing funny about a ruffled, leucistic peacock mononoke trying to keep his elongated tail from being stomped upon in the middle of a crowd while at the same time carrying a literal mountain of roses to his flower shop.
And why did the stupid pots have to be so awkwardly heavy? He could swing his scythe around just fine but the flower pots were just... well you couldn't really compare carrying and fighting with the slender, beautifully weighed scythe to being stuck with those massive pots that allowed minimal flexibility in the way he could carry them. In the end, he decided, he was more irritated at his work rather than anything else. It was the stupid flower shop's fault he was going through all of this but in the end he couldn't, haven't been able to bring himself to abandon it. Tough luck; he thought to himself, mumbling some curses as he turned around to avoid yet another crowd of people headed his way as he went.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:40 am
Traveling the lands since she had made it through the woods to graduate had left the young witch with several life lessons:
One, never trust a restaurant special.
Two, some people don’t understand that no means no.
Three, don’t get caught staring at the wealthy.
Four, it sucks not having a place to stay the night.
And finally, the most recent one, attractive men carry large containers of flowers for fun.
So the last one didn’t make really any sense but Zedena was staring at the proof. Across the square, in what was quickly becoming a game for the younger members of society, a man dressed from head to toe in white and black was carrying more roses than she had ever seen. It was hard to pick a reason why he would be doing that unless someone had gotten in VERY big trouble with the misses. Still, wouldn’t a necklace have been easier…and lighter?
But Zedena couldn't pull her eyes away from him and this game he seemed to be involved in. Already he had attempted to scare off one group of brats but another was starting to form. They seemed more interested in what looked like feathers than the roses but either way, she could see it was causing him trouble. Now normally she would have just shrugged it off and kept walking but today was different for some reason. Maybe it was the fact people were pointing at the display and making it a show talking about him. Maybe it was because the brats were annoying her. Or maybe it was because she had to figure out if this man was straight or not but her heels were walking across the square faster than one could say 'Abracadabra'.
While she was still a few feet away, several of the children on the outside of the ring happened to look back. Taking this chance, Zedena cocked a warning look that she knew too well matched with the darker appearance her attire. It was the girls who quickly backed away but several of the' tough' guys tried to stare her down.
Oh if their parents weren’t around, she was going to teach them some respect.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 7:36 am
If his flowers had been any less expensive, Shirou would have been tempted to throw the entirety of the container on the head of some of the kids and run, but alas not only would that cost him a fortune but also his reputation as a florist as the unwithering -not quite, but still durable- blossoms had been specifically ordered en masse by a person of some esteem and Shirou would hate to disappoint as much as he hated the brats gathering around him once again. "Why won't you just give up?" he exasperated, nearly yelling at them. But thankfully the interest seemed to have been picked by a young woman that was headed that way and some even scattered when she stared them down. Quite frankly, it would be hard for Shirou to express his gratitude to the young woman but alas he wouldn't, for a variety of reasons, being in debt being one of them; instead he arched an eyebrow as he assessed her, cradling his mountain of roses close still. She was a most peculiar one, he deemed, dark-colored clothing, green hair and eyes that shone in pure gold such as which he had never encountered before. He made a small sound and sighed. Not that he was anything less peculiar although he might appear as such to someone who had never met a mononoke before.
"Go home, will you?" he murmured at the rest of the kids giving up albeit still scowling somewhat even if his eyes grew slightly softer. He didn't care about what people thought of him, if they found him rude or nasty. He just disliked being ridiculed. He let his eyes linger on the female witch for another moment before he turned his back at her. "The store's over there. If you need something ask it after I set those down." he spoke in a grim monotone as he cocked his head once towards the flower shop in a half-hearted manner before heading in its direction. Why did his grandfather just have to leave him a flower shop behind? Couldn't it have been anything else but that? He had some pride to keep, some face to save but this did little to help his image.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:03 pm
Even with the stares of the older members of the group, Zedena kept moving forward until she was standing nearly on top of them. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she glared down and narrowed her eyes. Only a few of them remained after both her presence and the deep growl that came from whoever was behind the mountain of petals but they were the stupider ones of the group. Honestly, a stare wasn’t going to work so she knew what she was going to have to do.
“So, you like to make things harder for other people do you?” She whispered and a very hush way making herself sound eerie. Leaning only at the waist, she glanced from one child to the next. “How would you like it if I made you all vomit frogs everytime you sneezed?”
Okay, so she couldn’t really do that but they heck they were going to find out.
More of them looked at each other and took off. One kept staring at her, daring her. Of course one always had to be stubborn…
Slowly she raised her hand and quickly he ran…
Smirking as she stood, her eyes caught where he was moving towards. Okay, so he was heading to a shop, not home. This made her wonder even more.
Following behind, Zedena kept a small distance unsure of how much help someone with such pride in their voice would want, even opening doors.
“Why would anyone order so many?” She asked more to herself but still aloud.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 7:04 am
Shirou arched a brow at listening the dark-garmented witch's threat. Vomiting frogs every time they sneezed? Neat. That would be fun, at least for the by-standers and other kids witnessing it happening -after all, just how often did something like that happen- if she could do it, but Shirou sincerely doubted that such a thing would be possible. If it were, the girl probably had the most inconvenient -and possibly silly- magical concentration he had ever encountered, not that it mattered anything to him. However, the children apparently didn't quite grasp this line of thinking thus quickly scattered much to his relief. And if it weren't for the crushing weight of the roses he might as well as have thanked the witch if he were any nicer, but alas, nothing of the pair of conditions applied.
Setting the roses down on the storefront he brought both hands over his head and stretched in an attempt to relax his muscles that felt rather sore after all this carrying around. He arched an eyebrow at the witch that had trailed after him and her question and found himself shrugging. "Rich people can do whatever they want if they can afford it; don't try to figure it out, it's a waste of time." he sighed, pushing the store's door open with his bag, placing both hands back on the pot to drag it inside and set it on display. "They have too much money and too much free time, if you ask me. They spend their days doing nothing and silly ideas like ordering this many come up all the time." he went on moving to the back of the store to get some water for both himself as well as the flowers, sighing to the welcoming temperature inside as opposed to the outside.
He had to admit -if to nobody then at least to himself- that the store felt like a second home to him by now as much as had disliked the idea of managing it when he found it being dumped on him. The oblong, carefully decorated, dim space filled by the soft song of the birds he kept in the cages that hung from the ceiling feeling infinitely familiar. Returning up front he let himself slump against the wall behind his small desk that was used to house most of the paperwork for the store decorated by, perhaps, one of the most unusual artifacts to encounter in such an establishment; his Reaper's Scythe made out of what appeared to be pure ivory. Unable to leave it behind just in case something happened while he was working his day-job he had taken to letting it up on display there instead.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 4:24 pm
Watching the roses shift in the man’s arms made Zedena feel a small wave of pity. And then it was gone. His business and if it meant he had to do some heavy lifting, so be it. Seemed strong enough if the path was clear and the brats seemed to have enough fear of her useless threat to try throwing rocks at the moment.
Slipping quickly inside after him, Zedena felt her skin greeted by a more temperate climate than what she had been standing it. It was a pleasant change but she had to wish her clothes breathed a bit more. They were great for the cold but too long in warmth and she started to feel like a roast in and over.
Taking the chance to looking around as she listened allowed her to start to size up her host. “They spend their days not knowing what to do so they order silly things and amuse themselves with the trouble people go through to get them.” Attention gone at a rather strange looking yellow flower, the witch never noticed her host disappear towards the back and reappear until she heard a chair get way under a man’s weight.
“But I find it…” Zedena was about to say something about the annoyance of brats as her eyes trailed from flower to flower and over towards the desk she had heard. Of course there he was sitting, in all that was white, but it was what was behind him that stopped her.
Pure ivory and sharp as could be: A scythe. Only one group of people dared have those in public.
“You are a Reaper!” Emotion swam onto her face in shock of what she just realized. This florist was what she desired to be? How?
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 7:48 am
Shirou stretched and watched the woman secretly bemused by the way she navigated after him. Perhaps she just wanted some flowers for herself although this appeared to hardly be the case. But what could she want if not that? Shirou was used to people throwing stares of either awe, jealousy or whatever it was since being a mononoke was one thing but being one as stunning was another -and he was hardly humble so he could appreciate those aspects of himself all the same-. But still, that woman hardly seemed to be interested in him for something like that.
"Go figure." he laughed, placing both hands behind his head in a sort of pillow to rest his neck against. People really were a hassle, he thought to himself. Even after so many years all they would do was underestimate him still. Regardless of the time that would slip by, despite the colorless feathers that so many witches coveted, despite he had went as far as to become a Reaper he was surrounded by selfish fools as were the members of their royalty. Idiots, the lot of them, conveniently hidden away in their palaces, behind their wealth and well-trained, strategically positioned knights so they wouldn't get hurt.
Shirou found himself narrowing his eyes at the girl first but the way in which she had spoken those words indicated nothing but awe. No malicious intent, good so far. "Well, obviously enough, I guess." he rolled his eyes dismissively and shrugged. "It's not as flashy as it appears to be; but if the surprise is in regards to the shop, well think of it as extra income. Even Reapers can have day jobs." he paused and passed a hand through his hair before heaving a sigh running the risk of coming off just as tired as he truly were. "Or is it that you think a mononoke Reaper isn't exactly suited to be a florist? Tell you what, a couple years ago I'd have agreed with you."
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