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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[craters]

（ at the sight of the flowers, the shop, everything in her chest tightens. her breathing is suddenly a concentrated effort, and it's foolish, really, how much she just wants to cry.

she misses ino.

she doesn't want her here, because of what it means to be here — even if she doesn't fully believe it, she's not going to take that chance. but she wouldn't want to deprive konoha of one of its other top medical ninja, either. but she misses her friend, and for a moment it's so overwhelming she just —

the moment is then absolutely shattered by the arrival of that pixie. for a moment she just stares at it as it flutters across the view, and then she starts to laugh. by the time the feed ends, the sorrow has receded like a tide. ）

You have yourself a new friend, I see... does she have a name?

Video; un: warder

[heavenstorn]

[ Well now! This is a red letter week for the both of them, isn't it? Cedrik is all set to send his own congratulations when...

Pixie induced PTSD intensifies.

...but, no, that wasn't Feo Ul...he'd know if they showed up because the first thing they'd do is find him and tear his ears off for not calling for them first. And besides, that pixie was blue, not red.

For a moment he's a little disappointed, even if he wouldn't want them stuck here with him...

His fingers hover over the screen before he gives himself a good shake and hits 'send'. ]

Looks like pixies to me. Do you suppose that boy in the woods...?

[ Maybe Puck didn't like Augustine's answer to his riddle after all? ]

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[wrists]

[ laurent's interest in flowers is innocently mild, having been surrounded by vere's luscious gardens in his youth, but his interest in the obnoxious faery currently ruining augustine's grand opening is — well, grand. ]

did you kill some poor children for those skulls or just some grown adults with abnormally small heads?

[immortalrose]

[At least someone found some amusement in his suffering. That annoying pixie been annoying him all damn day! He tried to appease the little monster with some gold only to be scoffed at.]

You are mistaken, she is no friend! Only a pest.

[immortalrose]

[A frustrated growl escapes Augustine once the little pixie appears before him briefly. She sticks at her tongue at him in defiance before vanishing yet again. It seems like his little friend is here to stay for now.]

Most likely. [He grumbles as he peers into the screen.] I wouldn't be surprised if Puck cursed me for my transgressions.

[After all, he was the one who wanted to kill the boy. It was Cedrik who stayed his hand during that encounter.]

I've tried offering it a coin or two but the faery refuses to leave me be!

[immortalrose]

No, of course not! What kind of monster do you think I am?

[That's a rhetorical question at best. Augustine is quite aware of his somewhat ghoulish appearance but he's no monster.]

I swear you mortals far more deranged than I previously thought.

un: undying

[midway]

[ ... ]

Did the pest come with the flowers?

video; [ un: daughter-sea ]

[seaboard]

Master Augustine, that is -

[ whatever she is going to say is completely cut off by the little creature, a spitiful thing too. Her eyebrows lift as it seems to ramble on and on.

She waits, letting her face stay blank to not pass any judgement on it, one way or another. ]

... As I was about to say, it is wonderful for you. I did not know you had a passion for flowers.

[immortalrose]

[Oh no, Gilia saw all that?! Augustine can't help but look like some undead deer in headlights right now. He's positively embarrassed that dear Gilia bared witness to that faery's insane rant. The poor dhampir doesn't know how to get rid of that accursed pixie for the life of him. Nothing seems to work, not even the promise of gold seems to work against that malevolent little hell sprite.

He's at his wit's end judging from his hesitant chuckle.]

A-Ah, thank you. [He takes a moment to clear his throat. This all so terribly awkward.] I always possessed a rather peculiar fascination over flowers, roses in particular because of my family namesake.

That and well because my mother quite fond of flowers.

[craters]

Awh! Have you even tried making friends? Maybe she's just lonely and acting out!

[immortalrose]

I've tried offering her gold coins but she doesn't seem too interested.

Maybe I ought to offer her something from nature, like fruits or maybe vegetables.

[craters]

Maybe this is a novel thought, but have you tried asking her if there's anything she likes?

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[immortalrose]

Well, there's a novel concept. I don't believe she did but...there's a possibility.

[A huge possibility since he was visiting the Oakwoods.]

[wrists]

[ this begs for an answer, and he deserves a large bouquet of appreciation for holding his tongue. ]

i'm not the one using human remains for baubles, but as you like.
where did you get the pet?

[midway]

Not a friend from home either...?

[seaboard]

[ She keeps carrying on like nothing particularly had happened, it would be so much worse to acknowledge and let him think she thought anything dreadful of him. ]

A mother's love can shine beauty onto many things in life, I am glad she has given you this, too.

Roses certainly suit you too.

[immortalrose]

…You're suggesting that I should converse with that malevolent little monster of pixie? Perish the thought!

[This has to be the most dramatic text ever.]

[immortalrose]

Don't fret, they're not human remains.

[He vaguely answers without giving much context. Then again, some of those little skulls have sharp protruding fangs.]

I don't know since I certainly don't recall adopting a pet. The pixie just suddenly appeared.

It must be native to the Oakwoods.

[immortalrose]

Heavens no! The faeries that I knew had much more respect for me and my humble craft.

[craters]

I am absolutely suggesting you 'converse with the malevolent little monster of a pixie.'

[immortalrose]

[He can't help but look a bit bashful now. It's not often that he receives such compliments, especially since he's a very fussy old goat most of the time. That's why he has that boyish grin upon his face.]

You are too kind, Gilia. Far too kind but you're right since I honestly feel that roses suit me best.

[His eyes widen a little once a thought suddenly comes to mind.]

Tell me, are you busy at this moment? If not, then perhaps you would care to join me for a cup of tea?

[seaboard]

I would be glad too. I have finished my haul for the day. Let me clean up a little, and I shall join you?

[ Fish guts and scales is not exactly fetching attire. ]

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[boarwitness]

You stole them? Were you too impatient to grow your own?

[immortalrose]

Don't believe everything the pixie says.

[He doesn't know who you are but he's nipping this rumor at the bud.]

I took a couple of samples and seeds to regrow at my leisure.

[immortalrose]

[If only she could hear him sigh.]

Very well, I suppose I could at least try. Although, if I end up getting cursed---it will be your fault.