[Freezair]

A smallish, pinkish Lucain wandered in with a bit of an embarrassed look on his face. If this Lucain had a human form, one got the impression he was avoiding it, since his dark pink fur had the helpful habit of hiding his glowing blush.

"Uhh... hi," he said, his voice low. "Umm... this is REALLY embarrassing. I can't believe I let us run out of this stuff. Yeah... keeping tabs on this stuff, totally my job. And we ran out. Totally airheaded of me, right? Aha ha... huuh." He let out a nervous laugh, followed by a long sigh. "One Lovey-Love Potion, please. And thanks a lot, mister."

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[crow]

Deste looked all around her as she entered the shop, unable to repress her curiosity at the appearance of the place. This wasn't the strangest place that she had ever been before, but running a shop errand for her House wasn't usually part of her list of duties. Indeed, it was rare enough for one such as her to be allowed entry to a shop at all, especially back home. She had no money to her name, after all. Even the small amount she carried with her now was the property of her master, and there would be hell to pay if it was found that she had spent it on anything other than the item she was sent to fetch.

Not that she would entertain any thought of such a digression. Having had her fill of sight-seeing, such as it was, she approached the counter. The pouch she had contained exactly the amount needed to make her purchase, nothing less and nothing more. "One XY Draught please," she said, and handed over the pouch.

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[zapdragon555]

Yato poked his head into the shop, his nose wrinkling at the foul, strange smells coming from the various pots and vials on the walls. "Yeesh. Smells like something died in here..." he muttered, brushing his hair back and pinching his nose with his other hand, making his voice come out nasally as he looked at the shopkeeper. "Eh, right. So, like, I'm gonna need one of those Lovey Love Potion things. For a friend." Yato paused, his blue eyes flickering for a moment. "Well, when I say 'friend'... egh, he just needs it for some reason and called me up. I'm getting paid for this, so..." He trailed off, then held out his hand and plopped forty keystones on the counter. "...yeah. He's kind of an intimidating guy, so I gotta make sure I get the right one, or he might try to kill me or something. Which would be hilarious, if he wasn't actually pretty scary."

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[Baconwizard]

Samael stepped into the shop, his eyes flicking around through the smoke and steam, a smirk winding across his features. What a load of hocus-pocus. Surely it didn't take all this to sell a few potions. Still, Samael could appreciate the showmanship, as a fellow magic user. Stepping up to the counter, Samael pulled out the coins from his pocket and let them fall from his hand to clatter on the wooden surface. "I'd like one lovey-love potion, please. I'd deny that it wasn't for me, but..." The demon smiled from ear to ear, shaking his head. "You know how it is." The potion really wasn't for him, but what was the fun in that? If he was going to be sentenced to running errands for all eternity, Samael might as well get a few laughs out of it.

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[Middy]

The arrangement was all so sudden, so she had to rush things as quick as possible along with getting ready at the same time. She had the money to purchase what she needed, now she just had to place the order. The paragon approached the desk, gently setting down the bag of keystones. "I am here to purchase a lovey love potion," asked, shyly glancing away from the man. It was indeed for her, part of the arrangement... which she was a bit happy for, but also extremely nervous about at the same time.

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[Silver]

She stepped into the shop with a smirk on her face and a sway in her hips. It had taken her a while to find the place, but she was sure that it was worth the trouble. She had heard, from a little birdy perhaps, that there was something in this shop she was looking for. Not the potions, or smoke, or any of that nonsense. She wasn't interested in any of that. What she was wanted was much more... tangible.

A quick glance pointed out the obvious owner of this little shack. She looked around to make sure they were alone before approaching him. As this seemed like a thing of sensitive matters, she made sure only their ears would hear her request. She leaned in, just enough to ensure privacy and spoke softly, "I heard you have War Badges. I'd like to purchase a Purine one." As she finished, she fiddled with her keystones so that he could hear the sound of them clicking together.

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[Mojave]

An impression of impenetrable darkness preceded him into the shop of potions. Dracmir gazed about lazily, taking in the site of customers and the wizard behind the counter. Idly, he thought of draining every last living individual in the building and then challenging the wizard to a duel. However, he was not a young vampire controlled by his impulses and dismissed the gory thoughts.

Besides, he thought as he made his devilishly handsome way to the counter, it would be unfair for the old man. Even if he still possessed some bang with the magic, Dracmir could rip him to shreds, literally, in seconds. Then of course there was the problem that he wasn't hungry and he killed younger vampires for needless wholesale slaughter. So of course, he wouldn't commit the same crime.

With these sobering thoughts, he arrived at the counter and looked up. "I'd like one XX Draught please." He flippantly tossed the 50ks onto the counter and stood waiting for his package. He smiled, thinking of the fun he would have in slipping this into Integra's drink to ensure she couldn't produce male heirs to take over the organization.

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[Saahs]

This was what he had been rendered to. Running errands for passionate goobs he barely even knew. They were paying him handsomely for going out in their stead, but really? Sending out a berserker to do your shopping? Kind of wasting that battleaxe and warhammer. Still, Sasha said no such thing. Money was money.

The shapeshifted Smilokuhna marched into the shop. And then promptly backed out with more alchemical odours invading his nose than he ever wished to at once. "Efghh--HRFF!" Alright, time to try that again. He stepped back into the shop, a sour look on his face and taking much, much shallower breaths. "Allo, I need one Lo..Lovey Love potion," Sasha grumbled, his voice thick with accent. A clawed hand rummaged in a pouch and planted a bag of keystones on the counter.

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[Nyxia]

Things had become rather busy at the library, and rather suddenly too. It was still a pleasant change of pace from the normal day, which explained why Fia was in such a good mood when she entered the shop. She had a list of course, but what fun was that? Instead she browsed through the shelves reading over everything carefully and thought about the critters which might have a use for them. She was after all the keeper of birth records, it wasn't a far reach to being a matchmaker. That was exactly when she had in mind too as she looked through everything, a couple of the creatures could use a hand with their love lives. "Good afternoon, sir. I believe we could use one Lovey Love Potion, one XX Draught, and one Fortuity Potion. The one we have I think might be used soon, so you can never guess when we might need another." With a fairly cunning smile she handed over the 115 keystones for her purchase, all the while trying to figure out how to get the pair in mind together.

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[Atoli01]

And so here Fintan found himself today, strolling into the doors of the Mage's Brewery. He had only been here a few times before; a busy street artist who was virtually invisible to the rest of society didn't very much need things like the ones they stocked here. He sighed; he didn't want children either. Instead, it had been a certain girl whom hired the man who asked him to run an errand in her stead. And so here he found himself. He wondered vaguely what the girl would have to do with such things, though he made the conscious effort not to dwell very much on the thought as he stepped toward the counter.

"Sir! U-um... Sir!"  Fintan was used to this. He called the man over several times before he finally felt he had enough attention to put in his order. "A certain miss needs a Lovey Love Potion and an XY Draught."

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[zapdragon555]

Jay poked his head into the shop with a somewhat wary expression, wrinkling his nose against the smells. He was fairly sure this was the right place... But it sure looked strange. Jay glanced at the wizardy-looking guy at the counter, and he shifted his camera in his hand to point it at the guy with a chuckle. "You supposed to be Gandalf?" he asked, grinning behind the camera. "Dumbledore? Well, whatever. Nice costume," he said, walking over to the wall and picking up a blue vial. "I'm just doing a little grocery shopping. I need this XY Draught... ehh, 50 KS, right? Cool. Thanks, man."

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[MillietheWarrior]

Runi had never had a reason to come here. She didn't think she had one now, either. In fact, being an errand girl was far beneath her, but she suffering it in relative silence. A frown etched itself onto her face as she gazed down at the paper in her hand. All of this seemed mighty suspicious; what did they need this potion for anyway? Her frown deepened as she reached the counter of the store, placing her desired potion down for purchase. "I'd like one lovey-love potion," she informed the old man politely, stuffing the note back into her pocket. She'd figure out what all of this was later.

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[Mousen]

Quickly running in the store, Mousen slipped on the flagstone floor, the contents of her bad spilling across the floor. She hurried to pile everything into her bag before the inevitable rush. Her hair was a mess, she wasn't wearing make up and she was still wearing her pajamas. Perhaps it was understandable, from the way she kept coughing it was clear she was suffering from a cold or something of the sort. Finally grabbing everything she hurried to the counter, dumping the keystones. "Terrible sorry about, er, everything generally. Uhm. Right, so, if at all possible I would like to buy one chaos draft please? The keystones should be all there."

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[Remedy]

He felt almost... unwelcome here.  It was uncomfortably uninviting, being a country man, to wander the streets of the big city.  Most people take it for granted, but he'd never been to a densely populated area like this before.  Nervously, Oscar approached the counter with a crumpled piece of paper clutched in his shaking hands.
"Um, he-hello sir," he started with a stutter, "I have 'ere a list of things my buddy told me to come 'n get for 'em, so ah... 'ere ya go."
He handed over the paper quickly and awkwardly, and on it was written in terribly scribbled handwriting:

1 Generative Draught
Total: 50 KS

"Oh- well I guess there was only one thing, really.  Ah, sorry sir, these're supposed to go 'long with the list there," He added, placing a hefty bag of KS on the counter.  "Thank ya kindly."

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[Atoli01]

The man had some extra cash on hand, and boy, was he looking to use it. Ian strolled into the store nonchalantly, singing a little tune to himself that he had just now come up with, concerning, of course, money. It was a payday! Oh, and there were quite the assortment of things he wanted to pick up as well... Oh, things were just going smashingly, if he did say so himself.

So in this way, he strutted up to the counter, taking but a moment to look at the supply of potions lining the walls of the shop. Oh, how nice. "Old man~ I have a couple orders for you, if you would," he said, waving toward the shopkeeper. "One Elixir of Fertility, one Chaos Draught, one Generative Draught, one XX Draught, and one XY Draught, if you'd be oh-so-kind."

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