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thenearshore2017-07-31 10:21 pm
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Are you scared of hearing one thing new? [OPEN]
Who: The Medicine Seller and you!
When: Early August (flexible)
Where: Near a temple on the Near Shore
What: Fortune telling! Because normal part time jobs are for squares.
It has not escaped the Medicine Seller's notice that so many other shinki have "part time jobs" to make ends meet, but he's never much seen the sense in them. There's no need to tie himself to commitments that could interfere with his ability to react to a crisis far away, or to go to his goddess's side when needed.
Still, a little bit of extra pocket money doesn't seem to him like a terrible idea. So, on one of his frequent jaunts to the Near Shore, the Medicine Seller can be found sitting on a corner near a large shrine, wearing entirely too many layers of gaudily-colored kimono for the sweltering weather without any apparent discomfort, next to a table with three coins on it and a rather beautifully hand-painted sign:
Palm reading and divination, 500 yen.
On spotting a potential customer, the Medicine Seller smiles and beckons them nearer. "Sit, I bid you. I can see you have questions."
In fairness, more or less everyone does, at most points in their lives.
When: Early August (flexible)
Where: Near a temple on the Near Shore
What: Fortune telling! Because normal part time jobs are for squares.
It has not escaped the Medicine Seller's notice that so many other shinki have "part time jobs" to make ends meet, but he's never much seen the sense in them. There's no need to tie himself to commitments that could interfere with his ability to react to a crisis far away, or to go to his goddess's side when needed.
Still, a little bit of extra pocket money doesn't seem to him like a terrible idea. So, on one of his frequent jaunts to the Near Shore, the Medicine Seller can be found sitting on a corner near a large shrine, wearing entirely too many layers of gaudily-colored kimono for the sweltering weather without any apparent discomfort, next to a table with three coins on it and a rather beautifully hand-painted sign:
Palm reading and divination, 500 yen.
On spotting a potential customer, the Medicine Seller smiles and beckons them nearer. "Sit, I bid you. I can see you have questions."
In fairness, more or less everyone does, at most points in their lives.
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"I might," he admits. "But I'm not about to pay 500 yen for them."
He says it as a matter of pride... but he also doesn't have 500 yen to spend.
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There's something about the way that the Medicine Seller looks at people that tends to make them feel rather exposed, at times. In spite of his slow, calm, patient mannerisms, his eyes have a peculiar, methodical sort of intensity to them. He's quiet for a beat or two too long, and then smiles just a fraction of an inch wider.
"If it pleases you, then... you might render your payment later."
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It was nothing, he told himself. Just a stupid feeling that would go away.
"Later?" Snow cocked his head to the side and smirked, hoping that some bravado might make the chill go away. Fake it 'til you make it, right? At least he didn't outright scoff.
"You trust me to pay you later for whatever you do today?"