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[ He claims to be an uninteresting guy, but truthfully he stands out the most wearing a brightly colored kimono with odd markings on his face walking around in a pair of geta. He looks as if he'd been pulled right out of a Japanese woodblock print and planted in the middle of Holly Heights. ]

[ 1: shopping gate ]
[ Surely a medicine seller was nothing without his wares. Since he'd been somehow mysteriously thieved of his usual medicine case, he sets out to find replacement medicines, herbs, and incense. He's poking around a few different stores to find his supplies, though he stops at a bookstore to marvel at how books look different than during his time. ]

[ 2: shopping gate - his store. ]
[ the medicine seller has opened up his own shop! Come in for medicines, lotions, and even love charms. ]

[ 3: elsewhere ]
[ The odd-looking medicine seller kneels down to scritch a cat under the chin. Is it your cat? A stray? ]

[ 4: pick somewhere ]

[Veronica wasn't exactly in the neighborhood for medicines, lotions or love charms. She had just been lured in by the new shop with its rows of dried spices and herbs, and the sharply elegant scent of incense.

Taking her insatiable curiosity along with her, she pokes her head through the door, eyes wide and interested as she drinks in the smells and sights of the shop.]

Excuse me? Is there anyone here?

[ the shop was well organized, many spices and herbs hanging and numerous jars filled with something stacked neatly on the shelves. A fresh stick of incense was burning on the front counter next to a beckoning cat, a maneki neko, holding a large coin with good health written on it in black. The incense had some sort of vanilla or similar smell, something quite pleasant yet somewhat indiscernible.

The medicine seller himself had knelt down behind the counter, entertaining a small cat which had meandered into the shop only moments before. Hearing her enter, he stood up, turned around, and offered a polite bow in greeting, his long bangs temporarily falling into his face and obscuring his features before standing back up. ]

Welcome to my humble shop. How may I assist you today, miss?

[She had decided she rather liked the smell of the incense when the owner of the shop himself stands up and greets her. She gives him a bright smile even as she watches him carefully (not with malicious intent though, just curious and direct, as if she were trying to puzzle him out)]

I was just wandering and made my way in here. I apologize if I am in the way, I was merely wondering what kind of shop this was for I have never seen one like it. Are all of these herbs for sale? There are many that I do not recognize. Are they for the preparation of medicine?

[She could talk all day if no one stops her.]

[ he pays the watchfulness no mind. Even with the humanizing effects of Holly Heights, the medicine seller still looks highly unusual with the markings on his face and still sticks out against the scenery of the place with his attire. ]

Certainly no trouble at all. This is... [ he motions towards the number of bottles and herbs ] ... indeed a medicine shop. I am a medicine seller by trade.

[ he could go on for days about his trade. ]

I do also offer herbs, incense, lotion, and charms. Are you versed in the art of medicine making?

[She had already mentally dismissed his attire and outward appearance as interesting but ultimately unimportant at this point. They were nothing but the barest trappings after all. What interested her was the person inside, which is why she keeps her eyes on his expressions and his movements, only looking away when he indicates the neatly lined-up bottles and piles.]

I know a little. Herbs that will speed the healing of wounds, and cooling herbs for fevers, but I have never formally learned the art of medicine making.

[Her knowledge was limited mainly to what she'd been able to learn from squires, so it was mainly practical in the event of war. A pause and then she turns back to him from her perusal of the medicines, eyes bright.]

Perhaps you could teach me? Or do you deal only in the selling of medicines?

[ Color him intrigued. He'd refined his medicine making over many years but not once had he considered teaching someone else the art. Certainly it's not out of his range of capabilities. He simply had never considered it. ]

My my. [ he waved the hand he'd used to indicate the shelves before placing it back at his side. ] Never have I found someone interested in the art itself instead of simply the result. You are quite interesting, miss. I would be honored to teach you, though it will be quite the time consuming art. There is much to learn.

[Veronica's expression is one of surprise when she learns that apparently not everyone was lined up to learn about medicines. (Then again, this is the girl who had to learn soapmaking, trebuchet-building, and gardening on a whim.)]

I do not mind at all. I would very much appreciate your teaching me about it.

Although I do not understand why more are no interested in learning. The results are important too but surely it is best to know as much about it as possible? Is it because it is time consuming?

It would be my pleasure.

[ he tilted his head slightly, waving his hand dismissively. ] Those of higher class hardly wish to learn what us merchants know by heart. Although if they did, then I'd be out of a job.

[ back home, merchants were the lowest but often most skilled class. That was simply how it was. And while things were slowly changing during the reformation era, he was still a merchant and not one of the nobles or even a businessman. ]

['Hardly wish'? She tilts her head at him.] Is that an assumption or something you know as fact? Have they ever told you that they did not wish to learn?

And I do not think it is quite so easy to put you out of a job. You did say, did you not, that it is a time consuming process? Learning does not end when one reaches a certain point. So will they not always be trying to catch up to your level even as you continually improve?

Silly me. [ he muses at his own folly. ] The class system does not transcendent realms, I see. Nor do my attempts at humor. It is something which has existed for centuries and is simply understood. Certainly a lord would never do the job of a merchant, but it certainly doesn't belittle one job or another.

[ though there was that one time a lord who accused him of selling him potentless medicine and threw him in jail, but that's a story for another time. Lies, of course. He would never swindle someone. It would ruin his reputation. And a medicine seller believed to falsify his customers got no business ]

Medicine isn't something learned overnight, indeed, miss, and it is as you say, something which continues to improve as time progresses. It is complex system of amounts of this and that to create something beneficial. The incorrect amounts or ingredients could become deadly. Certainly a powerful skill, nothing to simply belittle so easily.

Oh. I was not aware that you were being humorous. [Because she tends to take everything at face value.] But the country that I come from does have a class system. Those who are of noble blood, those who are not. And even among them, there are hierarchies as well. I do not really see the point of them, but I do know that they exist. I was merely wondering why you would think that they will not wish to do the job of a merchant. Is it because they are born as lords? Surely that cannot be the case.

[Because she was a princess and she was plenty interested in learning what he had to teach her.]

[ he taps his finger on his chin for a moment. He simply never humored the thought before. It simply never happened. Lords hardly wished to do what was beneath them, after all. And they had their own affairs to handle. ]

Perhaps they wish to not get their hands dirty.

[ he means that mostly literally and only somewhat figuratively. Lords always had soft hands. The gods forbid they develop any sort of calluses, although if they did, he could always find a lotion to relieve them. ]

[She looks down at her own hands, clean and neat. They weren't as soft as they had been by any means (since she was a hands-on kind of person and there was no Adel to despair over the state of her hands from doing chores and making dinner) but she'd never thought that getting them dirty was a bad thing.]

But dirt will wash off.

[Veronica looks back at him, gently closing her hands again.]

And once you have washed your hands, they will be as clean as they were before.

[ a ]

[ Being bored sucks, so J is out to find something to pass the time with. He's found himself in the library, and is picking out books entirely at random, reading backs and surveying covers.

Is that a cliched romance/smut novel he's looking at? What is he even doing looking at a book so clearly not catered toward teenage boys? ]

[ b ]

[ You know, it feels awfully weird to go shopping all alone. Usually, he goes with Michael-kun. But with no Michael-kun in sight and with a craving for something sweet, J has had to go to look for stores on his own.

Now, he's found ice cream, and is browsing the different flavors, murmuring to himself. ]

Melon, melon....

[ J is a curious teenager, so of course, when he spots an interesting-looking person looking at herbs, he peers curiously at the stranger for a little while. And since he isn't exactly a shy person, he strolls up to him, an intrigued smile on his face. ]

What're you going to do with that?

[ he glances at J when he approaches before turning just enough to fully see him. For him, he knows the properties of the herbs, what they can do to benefit or detriment. But for most it's probably just a weed. ]

Making medicine.

[ his reply is simple and short, straight to the point. ]

[ she takes things quite literally, doesn't she? He'd simply have to change his wording some to have a proper conversation. Pity, he does enjoy some colorful speak now and again. ]

True this is, though many wish not to even find themselves in such a position initially. It is simply... [ he extends his index finger to make a point. ] merchant's work.

[ He makes a thoughtful sound, and his head tips just a fraction to the side.

Even if it's simply weed, J knows enough to know that it can be used for more things than feed a goat. Or something like that. He's a bit in the know when it comes to viruses so he should know at least a little bit about what to use to counter them, being a bio-terrorist and all. Even if the truth of Bloody X was a bit different from what one might expect. ]

So you are a doctor of some kind?

[ An interesting question, one he hadn't expected. He waves his hand dismissively, showing off his long purple nails. ]

I am a simple medicine seller.

[She meant it both literally and in an unconscious way: figuratively as well. But he doesn't call her out for it so she doesn't elaborate.]

That is a strange way of thinking. Even by just living every day, you are already putting yourself in a position in which your hands will become dirty, you will get paper cuts from books, soil under your fingernails, and after making dinner, your hands will smell of food. I have always thought that it is a wonderful thing. It is the mark of having accomplished something of your own. Surely that is more important than the state of one's hands.

[ Interesting. He doesn't know any guys who has that kind of nails. Unless it was for blending in with the type of crowd that had painted and long nails. ]

That so? [ He looks a bit more than, well, simple, though. ] I haven't met any medicine sellers before, is it fun being one?

[ if this place hadn't rounded off his ears to make him look more human, he'd look even more interesting.

He offers a nod at the first inquiry. He hadn't really thought of 'fun' or what else would be fun. It was his profession. ]

I enjoy it.

[ it is profession which requires much thought and preparation. It does entertain him, at least. ]

[ he's not the type to call someone out on something so trivial.

But even so, it is her words that interest him. Her open mindedness is something which he hadn't really encountered back home. Sure, the restoration era on the horizon was attempting to change the ideals set forth by the previous eras, but most were resistant to change.

Humans could be such fickle creatures. There was a chance for things to be different, but not too different. It would put him out of a job. ]

You have an intriguing way of thinking, miss.

[It's not particularly usual that Schrodinger would be wandering around a place so... cheerful looking and so domestic. It certainly doesn't remind him of home and it certainly doesn't feel like home. In fact, there's something that just doesn't sit right with him, getting the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on edge. A light twitch of an ear is given as he picks up on a sound, circling the spot just once before pinpointing it. Some weird people, looking like everything is fine and dandy in the world. Gross.

Even with a car in the garage of his supposed "home", Schrodinger isn't one to bother with such normalities. More interested in checking things out on his own time, house keys stuffed in the pocket of the black shorts.

For looking like someone who's no older than fourteen, no one seems to pay any mind that he's not in school. If only they knew his true secret, even if he's more than agitated upon learning his... natural abilities don't seem to work here.

Best not to get into trouble and shot in the head again. Or attempt to make a vampire disappear by offing himself. How sad, they were such fun times.]

[While it would be a stretch to say Integra had 'adjusted' to her new life in this world, she did not particularly mind it either... which is to say she did not care for it.

Oh well, so long as the people in this world did not make themselves into an impertinence she could-- at the very least, tolerate her existence here.

Perhaps that thought was too soon... S'up, Schrodinger. Integra's gaze creeps upon the boy before her, and righteously so. She's glowering; her pent up 30 year old hate and frustration is almost palpable. DO YOU DARE ENGAGE, SCHRO? DO YOU?]

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That is the first time I have ever heard it being described in such a way.

[Although she imagined that would be one of those things that would make Glen laugh and make Rida shake her head. Most other people would just give her a despairing look, almost used to her strangely unprincess-like ideas by now.]

Oh how cute!

[This, is the shrill cry of a seemingly 'young' girl prancing up from behind. Though Rio hadn't been here for much longer than Schrodinger herself, she did not mind it here. Already, she had been scanning the area for what fun was to be had.

Cat ears were a new one, however.]

Where did you get these?

[She asks curiously, then taking a light tug at the ears. It only then dawns upon her that they were, in fact, real. Well this is awkward.]

That is surprising, miss. Your open mindedness is

[ he doesn't offer any sort of despairing look, though he does have an odd tendency to simply stare. ]

quite unique.

[ marigolds, marigolds everywhere, at least that's what Schro is met with quite suddenly with a bump ]

Ve~ sorry! Sorry! [ italy lets out with a laugh, shifting the large bunch of flowers enough to see who he ran into--oh! a boy! ]

Ciao~ new here? Hungry?

[HE DOES, HE DOES INDEED.

In fact he's going to feel those eyes on him, turning in the direction of the fierce hate coming his direction. It takes him a moment or two to realize who the heck she is, not used to this whole people aging thing. Not many people around him did, after all.

But once he does, in fact, confirm it's who he thinks it is, he bounds over. Stopping about a foot from her, balancing back and forth from toes to heels with his hands clasped behind his back.]

Aaaah, is that our dear frauline? My, you have aged... interestingly, I hardly recognized you.

[Only slightly as he jumps at the cry and girl coming towards him, bracing himself for impact. Or anything else that might happen, you never know in these new types of places, after all.

Pursing his lips he thinks of the answer to give her until she tugs and he can't help but let out a loud yelp while grabbing at the offending hand to try and pry it off of his ear.]

Yes, yes, frauline. They are real and I would appreciate if you would stop tugging like that. It... hurts, you know.

[Marigolds are a new one, more so given he'd been focused more on the negative of this place. Yelping as he's bumped into he topples back a few steps. Immediately his stance changes to one befitting a huffy attitude, gloved hands clenched together at his sides. His focus is on this... pile of marigolds that change to a person, almost glaring at the poor guy.]

Be more careful next time! Honestly, you would think they would train people better around here. Such a disorganized mess...

[Though he pauses at the questions, tilting his head and releasing his hands to something more neutral.]

I... am, yes. I am quite far from home, I take it? And I haven't eaten for quite some time...

Oh well, I'm just kind of like that I guess... [ that's not a real apology italy, not even close. but he's holding out a flower, so...? ]

If you want, you can follow me home. I just live a few doors down~ I have some fresh pasta all cooked, and three different types of sauces. There's some potato and sausage dishes, and tiramisu as well as some sangria~

[ he's lost now, as if singing about these things happily as he commences walking ]

I'm Italy, what's your name? Where are you from? Don't worry about being disoriented at first, there's going to be a welcoming party to help out soon~

[No. NONONONONONONO. NO. Why was he here? Yes, she understands how death works inside the 'Stepford village'. Doesn't make her any less enraged over the matter.

Which is why she is now reaching to her side. She hadn't much reason to carry a gun on her person, but no matter. For now, a cell phone will suffice... which she promptly throttles at his head.

She doesn't see the point in gracing him with an response. It was he who had 'taken' her vampire from her. There is nothing to be said.]

[At his request, Rio lets go of the boy's ears-- only to begin petting his hair instead! She's never seen a cat...human(?) before. What a story she'd have for Kanone! German too. How interesting~]

Oh--! I'm sorry! [Her tone now tinted with concern. She never intended to harm him, after all!] It's just your ears are so cute, I wanted to feel them for myself! [So innocent.]

[Because this place hates her, obviously. He, on the other hand, is happy enough to be alive and not stuck in a purgatory of sorts within that particular vampire. Though he merely yawns as she moves to her pocket, knowing full well something is getting thrown or shot at him.

In which case he's correct, moving out of the way deftly enough to not get hit in the head with it. Glancing behind him he watches the phone shatter, a small smirk tugging at his lips.]

My, how rude, I was only being nice, Fraulein.

[He's not even sure what to make of all of this, happy to have his ears released, but now his hair is being pet. He'd find this degrading if he were anyone else, but he can't help the feline side of him from time to time. Thus he gently headbutts into her hand, making a low purring noise.

Man, he hadn't been pet for a while. It's kind of nice to have that comfort once again. Therefore no complaining from him.]

I suppose I can forgive, they are quite different... Though no tugging next time, hm?

[How is that even an apology, he doesn't even understand. But this person is strange, though offering food, how is he going to turn down food? It'd be rude to do so and even more rude not to take the flower, even though his brow furrows as he looks at it. Such pleasantries are not what he's used to by any means and it... confuses him, to say the very least.

But he listens as he lists off the food, following after him with a bit of a bounce in his step.]

Aaah. Schrodinger and I am technically from Germany. If my accent didn't give it away. [He muses quietly, surprised that wasn't caught onto. But this person seemed a bit... airheaded, to say the least.] Welcoming party? I think I am far better off figuring it out for myself, no?

Eheh~ I didn't want to assume, right? Because I don't know what era you'd come from~ like you could be one of Germany's, or you could be Prussia's... I guess the accent is a little off for Austria... [ he's thinking about this for a moment before laughing ]

But parties are fun, right? There's plenty of free food and drinks from the businesses people opened up, and cute girls~ [ carefree, he's too care free! even if he is hidden all those flowers he seemed to know just the right walkway to go down. part of that might be because his yard was the only one entirely made up of flowers. ]

Isn't this house nice? I live here with Lithuania~ he just moved in recently, before that he was my neighbor, but I guess since his assigned daughter went home the lessor thought he would be lonely. [ reaching the doorstep he kind of just drops the marigolds and pulled up his keys, finally looking over to schro]

Prussia? No, no, Prussia has long since become part of Germany in my time. [A faint hint of a smile at that, though he's curious as to why this guy knows about Prussia of all things. It's kind of weird, but he's not going to outwardly question it quite yet. No reason to, it'd be rude to do anyway.]

I guess they are, we never had many... parties like that back home. Herr Major was never one for them unless there was good reason, after all. [Though he is interested in what a party would entail, never really having a chance to do such things or be that carefree.] War is not a time or place to be having parties, correct? [Which he was also curious about, if he knew his history then maybe he hadn't seen his uniform before. Which might be for the better, knowing the reputation his kind tended to have to people outside of Germany.]

... Lithuania? As in the country? [Okay, now that is weird.]

[ he certainly did notice the uniform after he had turned to schro, it caused him to fumble around for his keys a little more than usual--and yes, yes he did just run into the door because he forgot to turn the knob ]

Ah, well... Yes, I would imagine your major wouldn't really be all about parties. [ rubbing his nose, he finally opens the door before looking back at the other... he's just a boy right? certainly... ]

About that, it's like we're the physical manifestation of our homes. [ clearly this is something he's explained before, and didn't hesitate as he'd walked in ]

Please come in--but yeah, it's perfectly normal where we come from. We sort of represent the spirit and livelihood of our people--would you like to start off with some pasta? Do you prefer red or white sauce?

[ Oh he's like to see that, there are no supernatural stuff where he's from. ]

Mm-hm, that's great! One should always try to enjoy ones job!

[ it's how you stay sane in the business of murder, at least. ]

[ he feels so odd without his usual features. ]

Certainly.

[ it's unknown how he took the job in the first place, given it probably wasn't succession from parent to child. Or maybe it was. It's a mystery. But whatever the case, he's very knowledgeable of his trade. ]

What is it you do?

[ He smiles innocently, adding a tone of confusion to it, like a child who didn't quite understand the question.

But then he is a child, still 16 years old, and doesn't have to understand everything. ]

What is what?

[ he tilts his head curiously. ]

Your job.

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