A Grand Opening | video ►un: bloodrose

[immortalrose]

[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.)

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[immortalrose]

Of course, of course! Take your time.

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[This gives him enough time to spruce up the place a little, not that he needs too. His shop is a little crowded with various odds and ends but it's rather clean. That's a feat within itself since the marketplace nearby is known for all the dirt and grime.

Augustine brings out a table and two chairs from the backrooms, all items he managed to scavenge from the Barrens. He gives them a good dusting before looking for a decent enough tablecloth. It's then that he starts working on the tea, some jasmine tea he brought from a shop nearby. While he would prefer something that possessed more a citrus note, he doesn't mind jasmine too much. Augustine just hopes Gilia will like it.

Mentioning Gilia, he's planning on surprising her a free bouquet.]

[seaboard]

[ She does take a few minutes, trading off one apron and blouse for something less worked and stained thereby. Taking the time to scrub her hands clean if her work and flick water and lavender oil over herself to at least feel a little sweet. Fixing her veil and wimple neatly allowing just the one or two curls to escape the front of her hair. It made no sense to fuss so much, but she did, all the same. It was just that that it was nice to have a reason to be presentable here, that was all.

Not that she felt so pleasantly glad at the thought of his company.

So much later, she is opening her head in through the shop door, a basket in her hands of her own gifts in celebration for the opening, all the same. ]

Master Augustine?

[immortalrose]

Ah, Gilia!

[He was in the middle of setting up the table when she arrives. Despite this being an impromptu tea session, he felt the need to add some unnecessary bells and whistles by adding a lovely bouquet of pink and white camellias in the middle along with some delicious buttermilk treats. He's using his fancy china today, a little something he brought at a thrift store. While the dainty white and gold tea cups have a few cracks in them, they're still quite lovely. The tea is still steeping but once ready, he'll pour her a cup.]

It feels like it's been forever since I last seen you. [Augustine says with a delightful smile. It seems he's in good spirits.] I hope all is well?

[He asks while pulling out a chair for her.]

[seaboard]

[ Her voice is still rasping, and the bruise on her cheek has slowly, after weeks and weeks, turned a sickly faded yellow and brown as it healed - but her smile is honest, crinkling the corners of her eyes, pleased, ever so pleased, to see him. ]

As well as may be. I have been so dreadfully busy trying to prepare what I can, for whoever needs it.

[ She sweeps her skirts underneath her, tucking herself in neat as she goes to sit, trying not to - fluster over him being such a gentleman to her. ]

And you? A store all of your own, in such a short time.

[immortalrose]

[That bruise upon her cheek is a bit worrisome. He can't help but notice the bruise since it wasn't there during their little dance together at the festival. While he's eager to know what transpired, he doesn't dare bring it up now. After all, he doesn't want to be rude towards his esteemed guest.]

You ought to spend less time working yourself to near death and spend more time resting.

[He gently chides while pouring her a cup of tea once she sits.]

It's a shame we have to worry about health still. You would think the afterlife would be less tedious.

[Mild joke aside, he cannot help but look a bit worried for her. Life here is oddly complex despite this being the end of the road for restless souls. It's a little ironic, really.]

I'm quite well, thank you. [He answers with a smile.] I've been interested in owning real estate since arriving here, so I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later.

kicks back in the door FINALLY

[seaboard]

I am afraid I should not know myself at all, if I were not busy.

[ Don't read into that, its fine, probably. ]

It suits you well, to be surrounded by such beauty, Master Augustine. I am glad you have found such a wonderful endeavor for yourself.