Darius Delacreaux (painkilling) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-11-01 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, chloë du gard, darius delacreaux |
Who: Darius & Chloe
What: Potion sales.
Where: Cormac's Clinic
When: Backdated: After/Around Oct 25th.
Rating: PG
Status: tbc via log...
The aftermath of these fights was always a disaster. People were dead, hurt, broken, and Darius…. He barely felt like he could make a scratch in it, never mind any sort of dent. Emillion was beginning to seem more and more trouble than it was worth, and the white mage had honestly debated talking his mom into closing up the shop and leaving for good. Yet, when he even considered broaching the subject, when he had brought it up as passively as possible over the last weekly family dinner - she kept those dinners going every week, without fail - she has chastised him just like when he’d done something wrong as a kid. It was amazing how his mother could make him feel like he was ten years old all over again. Regardless of his frustrations, of his fears, Darius had stayed, and he would continue to stay. With that thought, he heard the front door open and close. He readied himself and headed out front. It would just be a matter of business. A matter of life. Chloë wasn't the religious type. She didn't have a Faram or anything like that. She was practical. A realist. But monsters kept attacking the city. Things kept going wrong. It wasn't really getting any better. Thankfully this time she was prepared and like a bad penny, trouble showed up again. She'd taken to keeping health potions on her, as well as making sure she was well-armed and had plenty of bullets. One of her latest projects was to get her revolver to automatically reload itself. It would take some time and a lot of elbow grease, but where there was a will, there was a way. This last fight she came out relatively unscatched but she was in need of a refill on potions, considering she'd handed a few out to people who needed it. Children mostly, the young apprentices in the Thieves Guild that were still learning the ropes and knew how to defend themselves, but not how to do it without getting hurt. The clinic was one she visited at times, and she was looking to buy some more healing potions. But she wanted to see if they had anything else. It wasn't just beasts that could hit hard that came into the city but ones that used magic as well. Chloë made a mental note to befriend a mage. She looked around the relatively empty clinic, figuring that most of the seriously injured were handled by now. A figure came walking out and she recognized him, though she managed to hide it from her face. Darius. Ex-beau of Audrey. "Hello," she said in greeting and put a smile on her face, "I'm here for potions." A customer. One that looked relatively unscatched at that. It was a… Strange thing. Not completely out of place, but…. If he was completely honest, it was an odd sort of relief in the end. It made things feel… Normal in some regard. How strange it was to think of everything that had happened, and how a simple interaction like this could make everything in all the chaos around him slip away to some degree. “Hey.” At this point Darius had his best smile on, and to some degree it actually was sincere. “Sure, what types are you looking for?” "Well, what do you have?" Chloë half-frowned and then the smile returned, "I'm stocking up and usually I just buy healing potions, but I guess you could say I'm happy with them, and I'm curious to see what others you have to offer." A fleeting thought of thieving some off him or trying to flirt her way into getting a couple of extra free passed through her mind, but if Audrey ever caught wind of it, she might kill her. Chloë liked breathing very much, and being alive, yes, that was a lovely thing. She reached up and tucked a loose curl behind her ear absently, "I like to be prepared given… well, you know." Another reason not to thieve from this place was that it was actually doing some good and it wasn't a bunch of snooty lords and ladies that were practically begging to be robbed. Honestly, he tried not to wince at her mention of ‘you know’. He didn’t want to think about all the dead, and how he’d failed them. Not today. With that thought, he decided addressing what they had was the better option of the night. “We got Cure potions, Cura potions, Curaga potions, Protect, Shell, Blinda, Vox, Poisona, Stona, Cleanse, and Esuna last I checked.” He paused a beat letting all of that sink in for a moment. “They range pretty drastically in price depending on what you’re looking to get. The single curative types, your Blinda, Vox, Poisona, Stona, Cleanse, and basic potion are going to be on the cheaper end. The Hi-potions, and up, along with Esuna are gonna get quite a bit more pricey.” Chloë wasn't even sure where to start with that list. She didn't know mages all that well and only a few of those spells were familiar to her that they made sense. Protect and Shell sounded useful. Blinda? That sounded pretty straight forward, as did Poisona, Stona...even Cleanse made sense. But Esuna? But then he gave her more of a clue of what they were as he talked about pricey. Money, yes, now he was talking in her language! Chloë let out a breath of air as a sigh, "Well, let's see. Are the prices set in stone or is there a way to negotiate if I buy in larger amounts. I...I don't necessarily use these all for myself, so I may end up buying in bulk." She couldn't pour all of her money into it, but people she knew were constantly getting hurt. Darius shifted slightly, thinking over the question she had just asked. “A discount based on purchase quantity can probably be worked out.” Though honestly, if she was using these to help others, he was tempted to give her one anyway…. Cormac might not be quite as fond of that idea though. It was tough to tell. More effective potions used on people that ended up being kept alive might help business but… They’d have to talk about that later. “I’m not sure how much of a discount I’d be able to offer up front, I think it’d depend a lot on how much you buy, and what the clinic owner thinks.” |