❀ the florists tomb ❀

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    ❀ the florists tomb ❀

    Post by Lester Drynedi on 20th July 2018, 3:41 pm

    A Rank Exam ❀ 2009

    He had taken an interest in many things, particularity on the development of the composition of lacrima's. He had purchased a few sleeves of information from some people who were on the more shady side of the business, yet they held all the information regarding what other companies and larger organisations knew about the mysteries of Lacimas, most of it was cooperation based. Pure knowledge meant for commercial use in technology. Yet here and there he swiftly highlighted and noted down further information about the use of it in pharmaceuticals, records of medical uses came in handy and someone named GG Thompson had appeared to look into the effect that lacrima's had upon other organisms. Some of the data he read over indicated to deeper meaning, eluding to further research in less commonly accepted areas. Yet those pages were just skimmed over, the thoughts didn't sit well with him yet there was nothing the youth could do. He had manged to set up a base of sorts, well that sounded really fancy but really it was just a few dry rooms salvaged from some underground wreck. It was the one which he had stepped foot in after being asked to retrieve a few things for that weird mage Astrid. A violin, ring and picture of some family, well it had paid well, the experience had been worth it. That and the wreckage of a fallen guilds city deep underwater was far better protected than he could have ever guessed. It had even begun to feel comfortable, a vague feeling of home associated with the place.

    The days had been long, after being left alone for a while the mage had gotten down to doing his own thing, gathering odd shards of lacrima. Some came from rather odd sources, second hand technology salvaged, pried open to reveal a small crystal which was considered worth something only to him. Other times it had taken some funds, taken from treasures found or jobs completed his own savings depleted for the sake of acquisition. However with the majority of the lacrimas gathered they were of low quality, refining and building them up, concentration the lacrima as much as he could. Even with time the results were hardly that much better, just good enough to run a few small experiments and get hooked on the possibilities of what he could do with higher quality goods. His feet sat hooked over his workbench, tapping nervously in thought as he considered where the future would take him, half a dozen powdered lacrimas and two dozen more still in their natural state sat in various storage containers around the room. He needed items of higher quality, yet they were not only expensive but also hard to acquire, as he had learnt while stepping into the other side many transactions and deals were only between those who knew each other and were on good terms, for a stranger, and a stranger without friends it would not be an easy path. Perhaps there was a way into the circles, yet he was a public figure, not the most well known but it wouldn’t be hard to get information on him, and hold it over his head. Going too deep down that path would require him to relinquish what he had in the gods light of the public eye.

    There had been some new members recently, their youth and simple mindedness reminded him of his own state upon joining Black Rose, just a farm boy wishing for a place of stability where he could grow, not knowing fully what lay under their covers until much later he had only helped secure their image of a sweet legal guild. Not that it mattered much now, of course he had found out about their alternate activities, yet that had come later. It hadn’t quite pushed him over the edge, yet a guild that he had placed his trust in had then broken it. The turmoil that had ensued afterwards. It stayed forever in his mind, the deep reminder of what the mages of this country had to push through in order to complete their never ending endeavor of ensuring peace. He had his own dreams, goals would be a better word, dreams were unachievable thoughts of children, goals were planned methods of achieving something.

    For now he needed something to bring in more funds, whilst the greenhouses and most things related to gardening were paid for by the guild he could hardly allot funds for his little basement laboratory. That conversation would go wonderfully oh he could just hear it go down. ‘Lester whats this eighty three thousand jewel gone to? It’s filed under basement repairs.’ no no that wouldn’t do, he needed funds of his own. Yet perhaps there were a few jobs which would allow him to exploit that, not in such a harsh sounding way of course, yet if he could manage to find a job that he would enjoy doing then all the more interest for him.  

    Swirling his stool around the youth lent back on the bench, letting the nights cool air sweep across his skin, sweat had boiled up over the late hours of worrying and contemplating his dilemma, whilst a floristry business wouldn’t be hard to start back up it wouldn’t bring in the kind of money he needed. Being a mage brought in some funds, yet most of the jobs offered by the guild were straight lance legal and low paying. Dipping his toes into the other world would mean risking exposure, or getting involved in worse, perhaps there were a few odd jobs he could do. Not getting involved with anything, yet something higher paying than helping old ladies across the road. Which by all means he did adore yet, he needed to move forward in life, currently he was just sat in a stagnant pool of uselessness.

    A huff escaped him, he brought over the screen which was so similar to a handheld ilac, a way to get higher class lacrimas, as well as finding, the two things he as looking for could be merged into one but it would take some digging around. Fingers tapped at the screen, the screen flickering slightly as his eyes registered every line of information. Brief sentences written in a salesman like way, it meant to elude to more. Each one which seemed of interest he would open in another tab, whilst some seemed interesting the commissioner of the job was a less savory person. Getting involved with those types would likely end up with him being blackmailed. He had no intentions of leaving the guild, the search engine had been set to jobs with a medium or high pay, no combat, research based. Still then the pages numbered many, he could quite easily research something within his own hole in the sea, this base suiting his interests quite well. Combat jobs would only lead to publicity or doing something he didn’t agree with, some things weren’t worth flat bills. An hour passed, perhaps it was two, but without the sun down here all he could see was the artificial lighting and occasional windows surrounded by the blue of the ocean, he found things which interested him. One of which providing lacrimas for research, he would have to find as much as he could out about the lacrimas, with a wide aim provided upon starting the job. He would just have to hand over all research. The message was short, but they gave him Lacrima’s every month, at the end of the month he would hand over research in return for pay and if he wished: another batch of lacrimas. New ones were getting found often, some could be used in interesting ways whilst others were nothing more than glorified stones. A quite message notifying his interest would get them thinking, a brief explanation of his interests and a inquiry for more information. The one who had posted the message seemed to be the owner of a larger business from what he could gather ,it looked into various areas and researched odd magical related things. Yet there were a few auctions for antique furniture and rich furnishings. Someone of taste.

    It didn’t take long to get a message back, probably just some lower class good who had been told to reply to anyone who inquired about the job with a copy paste of the same information, a contract, needing a place of exchange of goods, there was land above, slightly to the north was it, either way he could easily mete up at the tavern there. ’Locations in the small town at these coordinates, Tavern on fifth.’ He did spend time reading over the contract , something which many people didn’t do. The meetup would be in a few days, then they would give him the first batch of lacrimas, probably lower class than they would give him later on but it would only be a fair call to test his skills before handing off those wonderful things with such high quality. They would be there, he would too.

    He had changed the location, realizing that it would be harder to get above water than to teleport back to the crystalli and then onwards to crocus, one of the upperclass bars had suited their needs, he had gotten there earlier, blending in easier with a fine suit and a glass of something strong, lent against the railing of the balcony outside to watch the streets below flow as if it were a torrent or avalanche of snow, changing direction with every large rock it encountered the movement never stopped. He had slowed his mind, just noting each presence in the room behind him the footsteps of the waiters, new entrants to the room. Large and heavy, slow moving, fast and confidant or timid. Each one rung different, a bell with a slightly different shape had its own unique tune. That was until one paused at the door to the bar, only for a brief moment before striding across the floor towards him. That was it, waiting at the door Lester inclined his head, still staring across the city. ”It’s signed, all agreed to. We can discuss meetup points in a month. Would you mind leaving the briefcase and bag of items on that chair there.” He did not wish to show his face more than necessary, not to mention the glow below, each light swirling through the crowd was enchanting as always. It seemed the lackey was only happy to oblige, a sports bag and briefcase placed on the chair holding the door open whilst he promptly left with the folder the rising star had provided. A slightly sickening feel rose in his stomach, yet this was what it meant to be higher up in the order of things. Not just a mere citizen he had gone up the staircase, metaphorically part of the foyer gathering, not yet inside the conference room where it all happened he was still getting the whispers. The bag would prove to be heavy. A few bits of equipment and lacrimas inside he felt a lisle out of place, a briefcase in one hand and a large duffel across the other shoulder. Certainly wouldn’t draw looks or get people pondering. His card swiped upon exit, the drinking glass left on the counter with the stinging taste of alcohol still smeared across his teeth it contaminated every breath of air he took.

    Going back would only prove fruitless, in a way it was perfect, he adored Lacrimas and would to get to research into them, in time as he built trust the lacrimas would only improve in quality and at the end of it all coin would flow into his account. The only thing he could worry about was what they were doing with his information, would they ask him to research the possibilities of new weaponry? He couldn’t get too deep. Perhaps he could stop after a couple of months.



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    Re: ❀ the florists tomb ❀

    Post by Lester Drynedi on 30th August 2018, 9:59 pm

    S Rank Exam ❀ 3310


    It had sat there a couple of days, the bag and briefcase neatly tucked away in the office below the sea, he himself had returned to the guild ship. The meeting of new faces and socialization with those around him, the days had been full of sun, late spring it was. His greenhouse needing much care and attention yet with everyone being so busy he hadn't been missed, it would be likely that he could vanish for a day or two and not a soul would notice. A couple of the locals he trusted had started helping out with the gardens, it was nice, he didn't have to worry too much about the vague bushes of flowers and areas of colour that had started to sprout up. Someone had mentioned the possibility of involving local children, many of which were taught by private tutors of their parents it would prove to be interesting, maybe one day he could start to teach some younger people about the wonders of the natural world which resided within his glass haven. It was a thought that had been discarded thought, something for another time, as now he was focused on clearing up any problems, mentioning to his squad and those who would want him that for the next week or so he would be away on a trip. The squad had looked at him with their normal expressions, after all it wasn't rare for mages to take small excursions alone, him especially due to travelling a lot, already having taken small holidays to care for his Grandmother and once to visit a rare flower on auction. A week of travel for research, it wasn't a lie exactly, he would just be at his home base, deep under the sea sealed away in the wreckage. A few storage rooms below turned into somewhere perfect for his activities, it was wonderful, yet in dark times the walls only grew more grim. He had traveled back with his head hanging. A notice left on his door, the announcement of his absence for seven to ten days, he had traveled back to the depths of his recliner. Lights lit the room with a warm glow, not bright at all he left most of the room in a state of semi darkness as he easily slid onto the stood by his bench, a more focused lamp flicking on with a simple switch. He could get started quite simply, with notepad and pens one one side the lacrimas were divided into little trays, sorted by what were similar types, the different samples with neat little numbers. He had a system and he liked it, a sample numbered and dated, it would correspond with a page or file containing all the information he had on it. Later on he would neatly render the specimen with watercolours and paints, yet for now photographs would have to suffice. He had a few different instruments set up, there were ones that measures the amount of magical ether power from the lacrimas, he would do that a little later. For now he simply took the first sample, a thick sheet of paper down on a smooth notebook he let his fingers run over the page before neatly dating it, writing a few notes about the sample the layer of stress was tripped away. This was his place, somewhere where he had the control and knew where everything was. There was no opposing forces here, just himself and his work.

    Smoke rose up, gathering around the room its soft swirling embrace was not what he would have wished for, as the cloud shone, sparkling softly it would have been different under other circumstances, its bright and vibrant hues would have been beautiful. Yet now it was just vibrancy, a stark reminder of the failures which had passed over the past few days, the crushed lacrimas filtering through the air up above the childhood scars on his hands shining silver from the magical residue which had built up. He had thought this place was wonderful, the architecture graceful and alluring with its diving and flying arches that held up walls and ceilings. Now every carved pillar and ornate door was a harsh reminder of what he was in, where he was situated, oceans of water above him separating him from the civilized landscapes of man. When looking at the spot from above all one would see was the pitch black darkness of the ocean. For this was no tourist destination of coral reefs. It slid through his hair, the soft mass parting for each finger leaving a ridge in between diving the clumps, had he not been touched by the snowdrop flower at birth and given white hair perhaps he would have started going gray. Silver streaks, oh yea that would just look wonderful. The slim metal tool settling in his hand, its smooth chill surface bringing no sense of calming or center to itself. Nothing rooted him here, thoughts drizzled through his head, a soft misting which slowly build up and drenched anyone out in it, yet the small lacrima in his hand slowly broke away, he had been scraping the side, filing away and collecting the particles sprinkling down. This one was of bright hues, a sharp red like that of a poppy adorning a mourning shoulders left breast. One might have thought this was fire, yet it was something a little more boring, it didn’t increase strength or aid one in speaking with smooth words. A small stick off to the side was lightly dabbed into the powder before he moved to lick it, hesitating slightly. This was a dangerous game indeed, he had tested on others of course, measured the creatures bodies for signs of change, skeptically kept an eye on their health in case of hardship coming across their body. Whilst some effects were obvious with their strength or speed increases, reaction times becoming faster or one with the odd ability to let an animal speak with a human tongue the one which he had before him had shown no effects, perhaps it was something he had to try for himself to know about. It was his job after all yet that didn’t make it any more pleasant. Sharp, the crystals didn’t dissolve like sugary nor did he wish to break his teeth by trying to crush them further. They were flung down his throat, washed away by a sweeping wave of water, settling in and most likely leeching to his blood stream whilst running through his digestive tract. It would be unwise to start on another whilst waiting for the effects to settle in and make his body their home. Leftover crystals carefully swept together were bottled into tiny test tubes, the corks plunging in and sealing them tight as his flowing letters danced across a small label identifying each one.

    Middle of the clean up with a small stiff brush left abandoned on the workbench, bubbles deflating and popping as his hand slid off the wooden top, falling limp for a moment before moving to smooth out his eyelids, a stress building up within as the sides of his face were clawed at. Vision didn’t fade this time oh no, it was flickering, an old tape played too many times or someone playing with the filters on his iLac it flitted between shades of red and orange, occasionally a cool blue taking over and giving him a moment of peace and serenity. He was losing his sight? No no it was almost like something was fighting within him to regain his sight, maybe if he just closed his eyes, it all stopped, the world turned black and he felt nothing except the cool air from nearby vents and the twinge of a headache. So it was affecting only his eyes, perhaps a slight headache as well but as he ran hands of healing across his body there was no abnormalities that hadn’t been there before. Breath, feel their air flow and let it center you, the when ready.

    Open, eyelashes flickered and parted as he took the world in, the colours settled they changed ever so slightly over time, his ilac a warm red hue and the vents close by a light blue. He could see in thermo, eyes detecting the heat of the world around him. The ink he left on the notebook, scrawling messages about what he was undergoing and the sight changes which were influencing his vision. The would probably move to harvest this, samples would be sent off to specialists who would dig into the compound and create higher tech sensory devices. That was no worry of him, it was coming and he was aiding them in whatever destructive habits they had. It was fading away, a slight headache setting in, after all he had only taken a few little grains of powder. That sheet too went in the filing system of finished, he would be able to keep the powder he crushed however the rest of the lacrima would have to be returned. No matter, there was little he could do with it when so many other crystals awaited his experimental touch.

    The calendar now lay on the ground, crinkled in the corners the strokes striking out each day growing harsher, each red mark totaling to eight, he had only booked another few days off, time was running short and the stress was setting in, for someone who had spent not even two decades in this world his appearance had deteriorated quite a lot, sleeves pushed up revealed arms that were dotted in blisters and sores from corrosive materials, cheeks thin and face sunken it would be quite a shock to any who knew him if they saw him at this state. There was another sat in front of him, for each lacrima that he looked into there was another waiting in line that needed testing, a couple of the animals and homeless which he kept here had already died, their bodies wasted away over time. He couldn’t figure much out without the animals being in good health, the few that he had tested this one on had shown symptoms which were odd. Watering of the eyes and saliva building up yet they weren’t in pain, their heart beats sped up yet it wasn’t dangerous. The humans seemed to have expressions of joy, almost euphoria. They had come off it quite simply however, just like one would sleep off a hangover- or any other type of drug for that matter. What was this lacrima? Softly he bit his lip, thoughtfulness crossing his face the male flickered through the notebook seeking the page which came next, there, specimen A 4 2 9 1 6 G H Z : Rare. Quite the extensive name, softly the letters and numbers making up its identity were spoken, double checking that with the small container it had been stored in he was sure of its type. They had found it on an outer moon of a planet, there were very small amounts of it in places that they could mine, and that which they could mine was by no means easy, fingers traced the words with brows furrows before landing on the small diagrams and depictions showing how they had used great machinery to break away part of the moon exposing the lacrima then remove some. Quite the extensive feat in his mind, it was rare, hard to find and hard to mine- expensive, that's what their minds would be on, not the lives lost in locating it but the coin lost. Rare and expensive but useless, just a relaxation lacrima and someone could use chamomile for that. Pen skipped across the lines, strokes building slowly as he formed the words of his notation, mentioning how it was relatively useless before storing it away. They would let him keep the scraps and powder he had broken off, not that it was much use either this one would just get filed away like everything else.

    The microscope had left soft red indentations, from where he had almost fallen asleep and hit his head or eyes, hands shook slightly as a lollipop half eaten rolled around his tongue in a lax effort to keep his blood sugars, no glasses could keep his vision from fading in and out as the male glanced across his past few pages. They would have to be rewritten, there was no secretary he could give them to- it would have to be him. He was in no state to continue, yet what else there was to do? Thick and red the pen was slashed across the dated box, it was funny how a day was over just as a single second too long passed, when it changed from 24 hours to 25 hours, a day and an hour. Who had created that twenty four hours, the cycle of twenty four. His mind was off topic, his thoughts had strayed and he needed to get back, there was only a few more left.

    Glasswear littered the bench, some of it smashed still littered the floor their shards a barrier between him and the sleeping quarters which had been hurriedly set up in his first few days here, yet it had been two, maybe three sets of twenty four since he had left the dim room. Even the lights were tired and overworked. Evaporating the water in one was boiling, small bubbles shooting up the side as he could hardly glimpse an undisturbed patch of surface. Boiling water, in it went. These were dark purple, the powder just settling on the top before starting to sink slowly he watched, intrigue still managing to blossom across his expressions of exhaustion. As his pen, a new one this time for the ink in the last was all gone and he had not the money to buy a pen imbued with magic. Maybe he could buy one after finishing the deal.

    Colours swirled, they mixed and formed, leaves falling from trees were less beautiful than the sight of this one, he had dissolved the lacrima into a solution, whilst it was heated up to dissolve it was a liquid, yet after pouring it out into a petri dish the air cooled it, letting the solution become a solid, then it grew. The crystals - salts really spreading ever so slowly it was almost healing itself and taking over.

    After the air conditioning broke he had dragged one of the big fans into the room, yet after the experiments even a warm glass of water was as wonderful as a sip from a mountain spring.

    Hand slammed across the bench, a few sheets of paper fluttered to the ground their writing had been crossed out in harsh strikes, the emotion leaking into the ink. It was harsh, he had to give them something good, something so wonderful they couldn’t take their eyes of his would and would forever look up to him- considering him to be someone great. Had he started this for money? Or was it his thirst of knowledge because either way he wanted both now. There was an insatiable hunger for promotion within their little order and the only way to accomplish that was to produce results that were, well they had to be destructive, wondrous, and blow everything else away.

    It was packed up, the broom had nearly swept the room clearing away all of the rubble left by his actions, the bench now cleared although not clean all it held was the briefcase, returning the lacrimas which were worth something and his files of notations, he had written a lot at first, yet after reading over them and rewriting them the mage realized his lack of record. It mattered not, for they were all useless anyway. One loose and free it now sat in a dirty braid, his hair restrained and tamed then forgotten, kept captive in a restricted knot it still sad discarded across the dusty ground as he lay, cheek pressing into the rough fabric of the couch his light body hardly leaving a dent. His emotions had dragged him along, wolves and bears of hatred and anger, disgust at himself in the form of a crocodile twisting and snapping him apart leaving just an exhausted human without a name discarded on a well used piece of lounge furniture.

    He needed something, the drop off was supposed to be tomorrow, then he would have to return to the guild, to Rin and Theo, face Desiree and the garden, look into the eyes of each citizen as they wandered into his greenhouse and greet everyone with a smile. How was something like that possible after what he had done? But then he would be home, and this would be over until they contacted him again, another briefcase another duffel bag, each time they would increase in value, each time they would get harder to decipher and the more stress he would place on his body. Yet they would get more interesting, the elusive secrets of this world would be unearthed to him, as the jewel would tumble through his hands further revealing anything he wished, there would be a palace in the clouds to live in where each day was spent lavishly doing what he wished without a worry for his health or safety. He could decide that later, yes, maybe when he got home he could have a sit down with Theo and Rin over breakfast and just enjoy their presence. Sip tea and deliberate about what to do with his life.

    That sounded fun

    So did this

    There it was, rare, elusive and expensive to remove the lacrima locked away inside a moon. It had caused euphoria in some of the test subjects, they got to have fun and he didn’t. The lacrima shards he had left were divided in two, with one he placed in a small metal bowl over heat, the other was a lot messier as the flakes were shredded into smaller powder, mixed with a smooth oil and placed into burners, their heal increasing until the lacrima itself would evaporate, not instantly of course this was a slow incense that he would savour and adore.

    A third puncture mark was left as he let the needle roll to the ground, head growing slightly heavier adding to the banging weight within. Yet he would feel the pain only when it wore off, for as a shaky hand clutched the needle, filling its cylinder up with yet more liquid lacrima his eyes flitted side to side, a smile permanently plastered across his face it was not a natural face of joy. But once which was induced.

    Four marks, dimples slightly bleeding from an inexperienced inflictors hand. They were just small, yet bruising had already formed as the clock struck three and his body convulsed for the second time. Frothing at the mouth the man choked slightly on his vomit as the mages body tried to expel the excess amounts of drugs placed into it

    No heartbeat would have been felt, for it was the residue of the powdered lacrima within that kept his brain from a stale death

    Chemicals, magic, neither worked alone but when combined the duo would dissolve disaster. Powdered lacrima had entered his bloodstream, spreading out it had coated his nerves and brain, Rooting deep within to find what he was~ a Drynedi. Fabled mages of nature, florists to the common people and kings of nature to those who studied magical history. It could work with this, the powder within him crystallized, salt forming it moved to sweeten, merging with the adoration and floral abilities within to use the flowers sugar and glucose to bring about a new life.  



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