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Medicine Seller ([personal profile] meds4sale) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-01-18 01:40 am

January/February Catchall

Who: The Medicine Seller and Open Prompts
What: January/February catchall
When: Throughout January/February
Where: The city and The City

Content Warnings: Sickness in the Rotten to the Core top level.


Prompts Below
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-01-24 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Even anxious, reclusive homebodies have to leave the house every once in awhile, and Peter actually does enjoy taking walks through the chillier months. The cold moves in and out through his lungs and it's easy to breathe, but it also keeps him numbed down in a way he maybe needs these days. He moves slow and half-lidded through the marketplace, more ghost than person, picking up a couple of items needed back home as supplies dwindle: a bar of soap, a packet of jerky; small things are easily kept in the cloth bag hanging over one arm.

It's somewhere along the way that he stops being Peter at all, and sometimes the transition is brutal and painful, but sometimes it's almost eerily seamless. A shift that can only really be seen in the eyes, warm browns swelling into black as the pupils blow and expand. An alien thing peers out, the way it often does when Peter comes to the marketplace: ever curious by the sights.

For Peter isβ€” severely possessed, by something with its own mind and will, and so the thing does some shopping of its own... A dramatic-looking candle is added to the bag draped on his arm, and a shiny thing he likes the look of, even if he doesn't understand its function (it's a cheese grater.)

When he meanders his way to an odd little stall, the thing (which is a demon king of Hell) pauses right in front of it, attention immediately captivated by the spread of bottles on display. A sane adult would surely know that nothing being advertised here should ever be consumed. But Paimon, who is often drawn to making weird little concoctions of his own (he's only just recently learned how to make tea that's actually drinkable and won't kill someone via a mix of sugar overdose and mud), and who thinks anything that says Potions on it must be Important, believes that this is Fine.

He is also unperturbed by a child doing the selling. Very seriously, the demon adjusts the bag on his arm and speaks, voice soft and a little slow, as though he has to sound out the words before saying them.

"What function do the potions have?" Perhaps he could get something useful for his witch... She would be so delighted....
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-02-04 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It's when the child speaks β€” communication returned, contact secured β€” that the demon also Realises there's more to this, to the child. There's something there, something his spirit prickles in sensitivity to. And so his stare opens a little, pupils widening, expanding even more. Gazing back at the child-thing, but calmly, just quietly taking him in without blinking a single time... ever.

They are just two very normal dudes having a very normal business exchange.

It just makes Paimon feel ever more confident and excited in what he's looking at (if they're coming from Something Not Entirely Human, then they're surely extremely good!) and he's leaning a bit closer, eyes slowly traveling to each one as they're pointed out.

Headaches, sore throats, coughing. Joint pain. These are all ailments that his human vessel experiences on occasion (frequent occasion really, Peter doesn't exercise or eat healthily, or drink water....) He thinks his Witch could also make use of them, perhaps add them to her own potions or experiments.

He's very quiet and very serious for a few moments, thinking which he wants to bring home. The especially-murky joint pain one for sure; it looks nice and cloudy and important. The demon gestures to it, feeling excited.

"I would like this one. And.... this one." Cue the one for headaches. And as for something offered in return β€” the demon holds up a hand and gives a little shift of his fingers. With a soft tinkling sound to the air, a solid gold coin appears in his fingers, and his eyes brighten a little; he loves showing off his conjuring to anyone...

"I have these. They are shiny, and the people here enjoy them for trading. I will provide as many as you desire."
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-02-08 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
The demon is silent and still as he watches the child examine the coins, patient and then pleased when they earn approval. A demon king giving out gold without being explicitly asked for it is not... entirely how his type of entity functions, but this place has bent and warped and reshaped certain rules. In many ways he is a trapped thing. In other ways, he has become more free.

He's ready to conjure more coins if needed, but this seems to be enough β€” more than enough, apparently, and Paimon finally blinks with curiosity (well, it's sort of a blink, more of a half-flutter of the eyelids; working a human face is still weird). Something good...? Oh, he's extremely excited to see this for himself, reaching to gently tuck the potion bottles into his bag, safely nestled inbetween the other items.

With that, he moves to follow the mysterious thing, head dipped and eyes alive and aware with a certain brightness. The concept of exchange is at the very root of his functioning, at the core of what he is, ancient and sacred. If the child needs to give him something to make up a difference, then he will certainly follow that β€” and he's driven by a sparkling curiosity to see what it may be.