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A Grand Opening | video ►un: bloodrose
[Guess who’s been working their tail off in hopes of opening a new little flower boutique in town? This grumpy purple gentleman over here. Augustine begins this video with a clear shot of the boutique in question. The footage is a little grainy here and there but thankfully it’s doable at least. His knowledge regarding technology is a bit lacking at best but Augustine at least knows how to record video.
The storefront is mostly black and gray with a couple of dried herbs hanging from the glass awning above. It looks a bit worn, almost as if everything was made from random scraps of metal and glass. A testament of his resourcefulness despite being very frustrated over the lack of resources he can afford. Judging from the footage, this shop is just a few avenues away from the busy marketplace in the Harbor. While it’s not the most ideal location, it’s better than nothing.]
What I failed to achieve in life, I plan to achieve in death.
[Now entering the establishment, the video pans slowly through the cramped shop showcasing all of the exotic flowers and plants on display. Gardening was always his favorite hobby but flower arranging is his second passion. There’s a couple of noticeable bouquets on display with some flowers artfully displayed within decorative skulls and shiny brass tin chalices. Don’t ask if those are real human bones because he won’t answer.
This video tour comes to an end once Augustine sits his phone high upon a wooden shelf nearby. The purple dhampir is finally in view and he looks as dapper as ever. While he still retains his usual aloof nature, Augustine certainly seems quite pleased with himself. Proud, even.]
Welcome to Anthanasia’s Hortus, the newest florist boutique in town. For those who don’t know me, I’m Augustine Gheorghe Rosethrawn, the proprietor of this lovely little shop–
[Just as he was about to continue, a blinding bright light suddenly appears besides him in the form of a glowing blue faery with bright blue wings and a nasty attitude. While the pixie's silhouette can barely be seen, its shrill squeaky voice can be heard quite loudly.]
This cheeky old vampire thinks he's a gardener despite stealin' all my flowers for himself! He got some nerve, don't he? He's all proud of himself for settin' up shop in this dirty old hole in the wall.
[Looking absolutely mortified by the sudden appearance of this unwanted guest, the faery continues defaming his character for all to witness.]
You know what else he's been doin' around here? Whinin' and moanin' about his misfortunes like some wee babe. I get sick of just listening to him! Honestly, you would think someone as old as him would be more at peace with oneself but he's not!
A cryin' shame, really.
[His shock gives away for anger as he tries to swat the faery out of his face but he misses. It flies high above his head for a moment before getting just eye level with him again.]
He thinks himself as some sort of hero for helpin' find the Mourning Lantern but he's just another HEARTLESS idiot who thinks he knows everything!
[An honest to god hiss escapes the dhampir as he tries in vain to grab the faery. However, she thankfully vanishes just mere seconds before he could crush her within his bandaged palm. Yes, his right is hand is bandaged for some oddity. Maybe something happened before hand? Probably. Nevertheless, the faery leaves him to deal with the aftermath.]
…Well, it seems I have a pest problem.
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(ooc: anthanasia's hortus is open for business! if anyone's interested in the shop, feel free to reach out in DM or the likes.)
The storefront is mostly black and gray with a couple of dried herbs hanging from the glass awning above. It looks a bit worn, almost as if everything was made from random scraps of metal and glass. A testament of his resourcefulness despite being very frustrated over the lack of resources he can afford. Judging from the footage, this shop is just a few avenues away from the busy marketplace in the Harbor. While it’s not the most ideal location, it’s better than nothing.]
What I failed to achieve in life, I plan to achieve in death.
[Now entering the establishment, the video pans slowly through the cramped shop showcasing all of the exotic flowers and plants on display. Gardening was always his favorite hobby but flower arranging is his second passion. There’s a couple of noticeable bouquets on display with some flowers artfully displayed within decorative skulls and shiny brass tin chalices. Don’t ask if those are real human bones because he won’t answer.
This video tour comes to an end once Augustine sits his phone high upon a wooden shelf nearby. The purple dhampir is finally in view and he looks as dapper as ever. While he still retains his usual aloof nature, Augustine certainly seems quite pleased with himself. Proud, even.]
Welcome to Anthanasia’s Hortus, the newest florist boutique in town. For those who don’t know me, I’m Augustine Gheorghe Rosethrawn, the proprietor of this lovely little shop–
[Just as he was about to continue, a blinding bright light suddenly appears besides him in the form of a glowing blue faery with bright blue wings and a nasty attitude. While the pixie's silhouette can barely be seen, its shrill squeaky voice can be heard quite loudly.]
This cheeky old vampire thinks he's a gardener despite stealin' all my flowers for himself! He got some nerve, don't he? He's all proud of himself for settin' up shop in this dirty old hole in the wall.
[Looking absolutely mortified by the sudden appearance of this unwanted guest, the faery continues defaming his character for all to witness.]
You know what else he's been doin' around here? Whinin' and moanin' about his misfortunes like some wee babe. I get sick of just listening to him! Honestly, you would think someone as old as him would be more at peace with oneself but he's not!
A cryin' shame, really.
[His shock gives away for anger as he tries to swat the faery out of his face but he misses. It flies high above his head for a moment before getting just eye level with him again.]
He thinks himself as some sort of hero for helpin' find the Mourning Lantern but he's just another HEARTLESS idiot who thinks he knows everything!
[An honest to god hiss escapes the dhampir as he tries in vain to grab the faery. However, she thankfully vanishes just mere seconds before he could crush her within his bandaged palm. Yes, his right is hand is bandaged for some oddity. Maybe something happened before hand? Probably. Nevertheless, the faery leaves him to deal with the aftermath.]
…Well, it seems I have a pest problem.
---
(ooc: anthanasia's hortus is open for business! if anyone's interested in the shop, feel free to reach out in DM or the likes.)
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The sugar assists in feeding the flowers the necessary nutrients to survive longer even after they've been are cut. As for the vinegar, it assists in keeping the pH levels of the flowers balanced, and thus preserving and prolonging their lifespan. The ginger, however, keeps pests away from harming them and adds a bit of a boost in nutrients.
[He only started adding hints of dried ginger to this solution recently. So far, his bouquets tend to live a bit longer than three weeks thanks to it.]
Oh, here's a fun tidbit. Depending on the health of the soil nearby, you might be able to replant the flowers by taking a few trimmings. That might be a fun little task if you want to watch them grow.
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Huh, I never knew keeping flowers could be that complicated. [ Sugar for nutrients and he doesn't even know what pH levels are, to be honest. ] Uh, though I... I'm sure I would just kill anything I tried growing. Besides, I don't think you'll find much nice stuff growing out in a place literally called the Barrens, y'know?
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Flowers are lifeforms much like us with different wants and needs. It takes time to master such an art, especially since it's so easy to accidentally harm them.
[Bruno has a point there. Trying to grow anything in the Barrens would be a trying endeavor. Fruitless, even.]
Fair enough but I wonder, why are you living at the Barrens? I know I found an old shack there but even I am starting to have my reservations about staying.
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What, out in the chapel? I, uh. I dunno. It's familiar, I guess, just a little. Kind of like the one back home and I've never been to a city before Stygia and it was. A lot. [ He's not really sure where else to go would be the summary of it. ] Maybe I'll go somewhere else, someday. Who knows.
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[While he knows that everyone here comes from various economic backgrounds, it still puzzles him as of why anyone would want to live in a church beyond the clergy. Then again, Augustine has a very awkward relationship with religion as both a mage and a vampire.]
Do be mindful of your surroundings, Bruno. There are many unpleasant creatures who prowl around within the shadows of the Barrens.
[There's a hint of worry in his tone].
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[ Sorry, Augustine, he's a weird hobo. It's typically beyond the understanding of more regular people, too, to be completely honest. ]
Um, but y-yeah, I know. There's this gargoyle that keeps bothering me buuuut it hasn't gotten me yet, so, haha... [ Oh boy, that's some nervous laughter. ] Yeah. It's fine.
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[Well, that definitely is a step up. No wonder Bruno decided to claim the chapel for himself. It seems he didn't have much in life. That's kind of...sad.]
A gargoyle? Why didn't you say anything sooner about that?! I could easily slay that little pest for you.
[Probably not easily but he would still attempt to get the job done.]
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[ Okay, while he'd rather focus on neither of those topics, not really, he's going to focus on the gargoyle one because that's so much less personal. ]
I mean, why would I say anything about it? It's just. Things live out here, sometimes they bother me. I kind of figured that was just going to be normal.
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[Yes, he's plotting on killing that thing later. Bruno certainly wouldn't survive if he attempted to fight such a fiend. Therefore, he takes it upon himself to slay it on Bruno's behalf. He does this because he's a good neighbor and this what neighbors do. Sorta.]
Nevertheless, do take care of yourself! I swear you are almost nothing but skin and bones. It wouldn't hurt if you fatten yourself up a bit.
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[ Oh, how uncertain he sounds. He knows that isn't the best way to convince someone of his own safety out here. It's been a close call once or twice, sure enough. ]
Wh... wait, what? [ Okay, that derails the whole gargoyle conversation. Worry about something else eating him and then the guy who technically also eats people — well, their blood — tells him to fatten himself up! Wow! ] Augustine, this is how I've always looked?