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Username: [CHARMED_LIFE]
Registered: 8-12-313
Pronouns: It/Its
Mood: Hard at Work!
Status: Online
About Me
~Charmed Life Magic Services~
I make charms to help you in your day to day adventures! My store focuses on making the mundane magical...care to stop by and give it a whirl?
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5/24/316- MAVERICK


[image description: a tiny image of maverick, a rhabdophobia type TCP with a tan body, mottled blue and pink "robe" coloring, and white accents.]


The rapping on Maverick’s door wakes it from its slumber, the body type stirring from its nest of blankets with a layered grumble. It glances over at the clock and groans, seeing how early it is- the sun had barely come up an hour ago, and now it was going to lose precious sleeping hours away from the heat…

MAVERICK: Why do I even bother sleeping, anyway…

 

It lifts itself from its tangle of blankets as the pounding continues, reaching for its pants and pulling them on. An unnecessary step what with the disguise, maybe, but it always made it feel more professional.


The knocking just gets louder as it heads down the steps, still rubbing its eyespots.

MAVERICK: Coming, coming!

 

After a quick peek in the mirror, the TCP reaches for the last crucial part of any interaction with the outside world- its massive cloak, crafted by a complex who had no idea how big TCPs actually are. No matter, that was exactly what it wanted- and as the fabric drapes over its body, it gathers its nerves and opens the door to its tower.

????: Maverick! Good morning!

 

[image description: a tiny image of a monkey type TCP, with black fur and a gray face.]


The monkey type that stands there looks cheery as ever, brushing the sand off of her outfit and keeping her tone light.

 

MAVERICK: ...morning, Jerri. Are you here for your order?
JERRI: Yes, I am! I’m a little early, though…

 

Just a little.

MAVERICK: Come in, I’ve got your charms ready to go.
JERRI: Excellent! Thank you so much!
MAVERICK: It’s no trouble...take a seat over there, and I’ll package everything up.

 

Maverick gestures to some floor cushions, Jerri eagerly scooting over and getting comfortable. It turns back to its work station, doing its best to remember what charms the monkey type had ordered.

MAVERICK: A good luck charm and- another protection charm, yes?
JERRI: That’s right!
MAVERICK: Any reason for the latter? Did the one I gave you last week not work?
JERRI: Oh no, it worked amazingly! No more hungry bugs trying to get into my home at all.
JERRI: It just worked so well that I wanted to pick one up for my friend Nef as well.
JERRI: She’s got an even worse problem with the bugs than I do!
MAVERICK: Easy enough, and I appreciate the referral…

 

It wraps up the charms in a fine cloth, reminding itself to pick up more of those later. A paper bag would have done just as well, but these really completed the magical appeal. It made it feel...luxurious, whimsical. Like something out of a mysterious storybook- and that’s the way it liked it.

MAVERICK: Here you are, both of them good to go.
MAVERICK: Be gentle with them as always, they aren’t toys.

 

It passes over the charms to the monkey type, watching as she cradles them with her far smaller hands.

JERRI: How you make such delicate things with those claws is such a wonderful mystery...you really are full of secrets!
MAVERICK: Years of practice and fine tuning go a long way. Anyone could learn this kind of craft.
JERRI: But what about the magic part?
MAVERICK: With tools, even that’s possible. You don’t need to be a natural scrap sensitive like myself, though it definitely makes things easier…
JERRI: I’d honestly love to hear about this kind of thing more...but I’m much too simple of a person to ever learn myself.
JERRI: I’m much better off baking for my shop!
MAVERICK: And you do a great job at it, the scones you made me didn’t even last a day.

 

That gets a laugh out of her, and Maverick can’t help but feel a little bit bittersweet. It wasn’t lying, those scones were amazing- but there’s no way that it could ever talk with Jerri or any of the other villagers on a closer level.


No matter how much it wants to.

JERRI: Well, if you say so...though I am pretty proud of how far I’ve come!

 

She stands to head out, careful with her new acquisitions. She pauses for a moment, turning to face Maverick.

JERRI: Oh, right…
JERRI: You’re still watching out for Ichor, right?
MAVERICK: ...is he on the warpath again?
JERRI: Well, I wouldn’t go that far…
JERRI: But he’s definitely not a fan of having your work spread to more of the village, and judging from your trips to the post office, outside of it as well.
MAVERICK: I’ll keep an eye out for him. Thank you.
JERRI: Crescent has your materials ready in town, too! I think that’s everything…
JERRI: Don’t get too lonely out here, okay?
MAVERICK: This life suits me, Jerri. I’ll be a okay.
JERRI: Well...thank you again!
MAVERICK: Anytime.

 

It closes the door behind her, sighing as it waits to make sure she’s gone. As soon as the coast seems clear, it sheds its cloak and heads for its workstation, opening its laptop and taking a seat. Its head’s already starting to hurt from that last exchange, but there’s nothing to be done about it now. If this kind of strife was coming its way just from the fact that it’s a magic user, god forbid what would happen if people in the village- or people in general, really- knew its typing.


A rhabdophobia type working as a wizard...people could never wrap their hands around it. Someone literally based within the fear of magic creating charms for others, people would call me a hack at best…


MessiRoom opens as the computer finishes booting, and it sighs even harder when it notices its messages.

[SCRAP_GAZER]: hey, you around?
[SCRAP_GAZER]: i found something that might interest you.

 

It was sent a couple hours ago, but it looks like she’s still online.

[CHARMED_LIFE]: Here now, sorry...was sleeping, and then I had a client.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: are you trying to see into the dreamscape again?
[SCRAP_GAZER]: you know i have resources for that.

 

Maverick slumps in its chair, grumbling to itself. Yeah, yeah, she had resources for everything. Freaking smarty pants.

[CHARMED_LIFE]: I’m still figuring it out on my own, I like the journey through teaching myself.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: suit yourself, but it’s not cheating to look up a guide.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: you should know that, considering you’re making your own tutorials, right?
[CHARMED_LIFE]: ...yes, and I was just about to get to that.
[CHARMED_LIFE]: Still, I can figure it out.
[CHARMED_LIFE]: I like messing with things myself…
[SCRAP_GAZER]: just know you have somewhere to go if you need any help.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: it’s not often that i get to work with any actual scrap users, seeing as half of the people claiming to be ones on FF are posers, and other forums are even worse.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: still, i’ve seen your charms and they’re legit.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: so...let me know if you want to work together on things. i’m open to it.

 

It would have rolled its eyes if it could, absolutely certain that Gazer’s looking down on it as usual. She always thought she was the top wizard of the whole forums, going on proper adventures and all...but it would play nice.

[CHARMED_LIFE]: I’ll think about it…
[SCRAP_GAZER]: it’s your call.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: i’ll be here.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: how’s the tutorial coming along, anyway?
[CHARMED_LIFE]: Just starting now. I’ve got a lot to do, so I’ll be quiet on and off.
[SCRAP_GAZER]: fine by me. just keep me posted.

 

It pulls away from its laptop with a huff, starting to get its materials in order and ready to be worked on.

Time to get started.