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arcanarumlogs2012-03-09 10:55 am
waterformybath) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-03-09 10:55 am
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Who said men can't be beautiful?
Who: Howl and whoever wants to help him with his shopping.
When: September 17 (day 57)
Where: Shopping district
What: Howl is looking for some kind of magic potion or dye to colour his hair when those inevitable roots start to show.
Warnings: Maybe disappointed Howl :|a (Backtagging is a-ok with me!)
Howl had used the past few days to explore the other districts and familiarise himself with the island's basic layout. It often found him pausing at odd places, as if expecting his magic to suddenly start lifting him up into the air or whisk him forward, but to his disappointment it didn't, so he ended up trekking the long distance to the north of the island on foot, not expecting to find anything but more houses.
It was a good thing that he wasn't entirely unfit, though he did want to find somewhere to sit by the time he'd somehow found his way to the shopping district. Surprised by the change in atmosphere, he took the time to let his eyes roam the entirety of the market, half-hoping in a place so familiar yet unfamiliar there would be a magic shop of some kind around. Thanks to Francis, he had duplicates of his old clothes (including that fancy jacket), and thanks to Nura he had some accessories to complement his outfit. He was practically his sparkling old self.
Well, except for that hat. After a few days he'd already grown fond of the wide brim that kept off both rain and sun and after much contemplation in front of a mirror, he decided he'd keep it.
When: September 17 (day 57)
Where: Shopping district
What: Howl is looking for some kind of magic potion or dye to colour his hair when those inevitable roots start to show.
Warnings: Maybe disappointed Howl :|a (Backtagging is a-ok with me!)
Howl had used the past few days to explore the other districts and familiarise himself with the island's basic layout. It often found him pausing at odd places, as if expecting his magic to suddenly start lifting him up into the air or whisk him forward, but to his disappointment it didn't, so he ended up trekking the long distance to the north of the island on foot, not expecting to find anything but more houses.
It was a good thing that he wasn't entirely unfit, though he did want to find somewhere to sit by the time he'd somehow found his way to the shopping district. Surprised by the change in atmosphere, he took the time to let his eyes roam the entirety of the market, half-hoping in a place so familiar yet unfamiliar there would be a magic shop of some kind around. Thanks to Francis, he had duplicates of his old clothes (including that fancy jacket), and thanks to Nura he had some accessories to complement his outfit. He was practically his sparkling old self.
Well, except for that hat. After a few days he'd already grown fond of the wide brim that kept off both rain and sun and after much contemplation in front of a mirror, he decided he'd keep it.