this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
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create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by artemi zakharchenko on May 14, 2017 21:11:46 GMT
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Sickening.It was as if he could still feel the inedible bitty remnants on his tongue. Artemi was a man of many pleasures and all of varying kinds; one was to enjoy breaking his fast with freshly baked bread and some warming infusion. He rarely had money for much more but it was a simple pleasure that made starting the day much more amenable. But that baker had played him foul. Had deceived him. Tricked him.[break][break]
This wasn't so much about the bread itself, but more about the injustice of it. From what he knew, wheat was reaped around this time of year, so why the need to mix flour with something as tasteless and hideous as sawdust? The soft light rolls of bread had seemed so innocuous until he'd taken the first bite. Its baked skin, still warm, had revealed her secret no sooner than Artemi had begun to eat. [break][break]
The witch, normally tranquil, felt his wine red eyes shudder to an almost close as he recalled how dry her flesh had been. Disgusting. Foul. Yet more foul the baker who duped him. After a little light enquiring, he'd discovered that he wasn't the only one who'd fallen victim to the petty crime, that there was actually a group searching the criminal out. Not often someone who felt slighted on a personal level unless chicanery were involved, Artemi hadn't thought twice about joining the pursuit. It didn't even faze him that he'd be working with members from every other main coven. The sooner this fraud were apprehended, the better.[break][break]
Artemi stalked down the crooked streets at a quickened pace, his onyx hair streaming behind him almost moodily. His gaze moved at an equally hasty pace, striving to spot those who were also in search of the baker or, better yet, to beat the fray and find the bastard himself.
[attr="class","intext"]Sima choked, but coughing, or rather the initial intake of air needed before he could cough, only made it worse, pulling down deeper the fine, fine sawdust that had been baked into his bread. He hadn't paid for it, a friend having given it to him when they'd run into each other earlier, but still, anger and betrayal swelled within him. Not at his friend, of course. Surely they didn't know, but at the baker who had slighted them. He took several big drinks of water from a nearby drinking fountain having decided that he wasn't going to be able to cough it up and so he might as well just try to wash it down before he choked to death. He took several deep gasps of air once able to and took a moment to steady his breathing.
Now, who was the damned baker who had done this? Were they so tight on money that they'd begun mixing sawdust into their bread or were they just greedy? Regardless of the reason, Sima aimed to find out. He walked quickly through the streets, looking for bakeries, but it wasn't like he had a real plan of action. He didn't know where this bread had been bought and he had no real way of finding out either. Any hope of finding the baker required asking someone else who'd bought bread from them. He slowed and turned to head back towards his friend's home, but he spotted someone walking with just as much determination as he had been. He watched for a moment and considered his options. What if he was wrong?
Hell, what did he have to lose?
"Excuse me!" He called, quickly moving to catch up, "Do you know of any bakeries nearby?" It would look much better on him if he didn't so straightforwardly ask 'did you eat bread with sawdust in it and that's the reason for your haste?' just in case he was wrong.
Noiseless as a feather, an entire loaf of bread fell to the ground. Its value? Nominally, only two silver coins. It was nothing to Vera's pockets. Its real value, however? Unmeasurable. Though perhaps value wasn't an accurate enough term for this situation. Perhaps, instead, she should have said cost. The loaf of bread had been just that: a sunken cost she would have to assimilate because it was, simply put, inedible. Vera's face contorted in a grimace that struck her deep in her veins.
It was unforgivable, what this sorry excuse of a baker had done. Using sawdust as flour was the least sensible thing she'd ever heard anyone do. But to sell such a monstrous creation, on top of that? The brunette witch needed to stop him, no matter the cost. It wasn't only a matter of saving Sundial from this criminal, as the proud Helios Knight that she was. This incident had struck way too deep, way to close to her pride as a baker herself. She had no room in her heart for forgiveness.
Such were the thoughts that drove her back to the place where she'd gotten this tiny piece of hell itself. In retrospect, she really should have expected as much from a bakery located in the Hovel, of all places. Before she can dwell on this for too long, however, the disgust she feels brings her back. It anchors her. Makes her certain that, no matter where she was, all shop-owners had to take responsibility for their actions.
Vera doesn't miss the other two figures walking with purpose across the street. She doesn't miss one of them speaking up, either. She follows the sound of an offense as great as hers, and has to practice a restraint she's not used to, so as not to blurt out an accusation straight off the bat. "I do," she declares, answering the question that was not even directed at her. "I know a bakery that uses the least ethical of ingredients and needs to be closed down immediately," she adds, frown in place.
It wasn't exactly what the other witch had asked, really it was probably far from what he expected as an answer. Who would ask for the location of such an establishment, after all? But Vera's outrage was too great to contain
