A Breakfast at Vanalie's [Private RP, Blakie13)

[Blakie13]

Avaric hummed at the woman's list of crimes. "Fun stuff, sounds like. And a bit of both, actually. Been experimenting. Focusing on different affliction related spells and tomes and a potion or two, stuff like that. Symptoms and infectiousness like a plague, pain and difficulty to get rid of like a curse. They had to call in a few favours with the Argent Dawn to get it over with. Still can't decide if the lack of casualties, minus a few infected rats, is a good thing or not," the man casually answered, not really caring about the panic he had caused.


"Although, if there had been casualties, it might have gotten me some recognition. But also unwanted attention... Fuck, still can't decide if it's good or bad," he jokingly concluded. He watched Jocryn place wards around his hair things he loved so much, an amused grin taking place on his lips as he rolled his eyes. Holy bastard, he thought to himself.

 

[Zazkiel]

Jocryn debated putting a luck charm on top of his usual web, but the clasps were already probably at the straining point for holding magic. So instead he let the front egs of the chair hit the floor and he stood up, casually intruding in Vanalie's personal space as he gathered a lock of hair near her ear and started braiding it, finishing it off with one of the clasps.


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"Did you try using something like the Agony affliction spell, where it starts off simple and it doesn't really hurt until it's already anchored itself? If you mix that with a poison it'd be like a sickness, impossible to remove once the symptoms appear." Vanalie tilted her head to allow Jocryn better access to her hair, used to his bizarre desire to hand her protection spells and charms.

 

[Blakie13]

The blonde watched Jocryn play with Vanalie's hair, mildly fascinated before replying. "I did use the Curse of Agony as a base for things, although I was out of stock for most poisons. So it was difficult to remove, but not impossible. I made sure to play into the plague aspect of things though, as the town guards would have probably called in a witch hunt if a curse was too evident. They wrote it off as just a diluted strain of Forsaken Plague, since the rats I used as carriers were Lorderon in origin. Started an investigation of trade ships that travel north, though. The Argents didn't really seem to buy that explanation, if I read things right. Lots of angry gestures and disagreements as they were leaving. Couldn't get too close though, quarantine wasn't lifted until a day later," Avaric rambled. "They know what Plague actually looks like, so they probably knew it was something different."

 

[Zazkiel]

Vanalie nodded as soon as Jocryn let go of her hair, feeling the clasp brush against her jawline. "Try not to make it too obvious that a warlock is testing experiment on Stormwind's citizens, I hate it so much when they raid the Lamb."


When Jocryn stepped away she took her dried dishes from the sink, moving to put them away.


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Jocryn grabbed the other clasp from the table and stepped up next to Avaric, just far enough to be respectful. Holding the piece of metal up for the other warlock's inspection, he felt an uncharacteristic stab of anxiety. "Hey, do you wanna use this? It'll help with like, tripping and things. Or papercuts, you bookworm."

 

[Blakie13]

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Almost got arrested last time there was a raid..." Avaric muttered.


The blonde looked at Jocryn curiously, before taking the clasp. "Sure, I can give this thing a try. Although the insinuation that I don't know how to avoid papercuts as a book seller is so harsh, Joc," he said jokingly, fiddling with his hair. He managed to get a lock of his hair clasped and held behind his ear. "Ah, good, it matches," Avaric stated, gesturing to the small golden hoop through his earlobe. "Wouldn't want the metals to clash, that would be a fashion disaster," he laughed.

 

[Zazkiel]

"When was the last time? I've been out of the city for a few weeks and I'm sure it's been raided since then given the tension between the guards and Moor when I left."


Jocryn backed up and leaned against the table, content to let the warlocks converse until it was time to leave. He thought about going back to get a few things from the bedroom, but he was at Van's often enough that he could expect to retrieve them soon. He'd only been to the Lamb a few times, but "tension" was an awfully light word to use for the loathing that the surly bartender felt towards any guard that set foot in his pub.

 

[Blakie13]

"Just last week, actually. Someone thought it would be bloody brilliant to boast about some fel-related accomplishment or another, and of course the guards pinned it on the Lamb's occupants. Real messy, this one. Moor punched one of 'em, spent the night in the Stockade, but he's got his connections. Serving drinks the next day," Avaric replied. He wondered if he had enough money to blow on the Lamb tonight or if he should save it for the weekend.

 

[Zazkiel]

Vanalie scoffed and rolled her eyes, more than used t Moor's antics. "If a warlock so much as sneezes the guard's find an excuse to raid the Lamb, but I'm glad Moor didn't get in too much trouble. He likes me. Speaking of the Lamb, I should probably visit soon, After I sleep, of course. I have a few ideas to give to Zardeth and Ursula."

 

[Blakie13]

"Hmm, maybe I'll see you there later. But for now, I believe I like the sleep option. My brother should be gone by now, and I don't have to open shop for anther few hours..." Avaric said thoughtfully. "I think I'll be taking my leave. Breakfast was lovely, dear Vanalie, and I hope we can do it again. Although... hopefully not this early again." The man practically shudders at the thought of another early morning wake up.