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Cassidy Turner ([info]1stbornextreme) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-10-14 23:39:00

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Entry tags:artan stillman, cassidy turner, henriette stillman, soren skwigelf

Who: Artan, Cassidy and Soren (possible threadcrashing by Henn, who knows.)
What: Tattoos!
Where: Artan's shop, New Orleans
When: Tonightishtime
Warnings: Needles, swearing

Artan hadn't had much time to spend with his future daughter's boyfriend, nor did he particularly feel like it was his right to. After all, he knew Henn was a strong, sweet lady who took after himself a little bit. When he got a call from Cassidy, asking for some work done on a couple people, one of which being himself, he obliged, because hey, work that he liked.

Cassidy had known where Artan's shop was for quite a while, and led Soren there. It was a nice, clean store just outside of the part of town that tourists would usually tread. Right as they entered the door, there was a good jag of classic rock playing, Led Zepplin's Houses of the Holy was apparently being played.

Artan was a shorter man, much shorter than what Cassidy had remembered him being, at first, but it was starting to become normal for him. "Artan, this is Soren Skwigelf. Soren, this is Henn's future dad, Artan Stillman. I think Artan said he worked on your dad and mom's art, too."

Artan offered his hand to the tallest male, grinning, "And you look a hell of a lot like them both. You got your mom's face and your dad's everything else. So, what are you two in for tonight? Did you bring me a design, or do you need me to help you make one?"



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[info]twiceloved
2008-10-15 11:10 pm UTC (link)
"Things like that are pretty, though." Soren felt kind of goofy talking to people like Artan who had actual talents. Soren never thought of his magic as a skill; it was something he'd learned how to do when he was four, and he'd always kept practicing in sort of idle ways. Artan was a thief, which just seemed way more practical than what he could do.

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