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heardmermaids.livejournal.com

Who: Only Velcro is owning up to his real name in this one.
What: A visit to the mob doctor.
Where: The backroom at a dodgy apothecary.
When: Newdi evening.
Warnings: Exposure may cause or contribute to: itchy rashes, full body hair loss, projectile vomiting, gigantic eyeball, the condition known as 'hot dog fingers,' children born with the head of a golden retriever, seeing the dead, bone liquification, possession by the Prince of Darkness, tail growth, elderly pregnancy, and back pain.

A city as diverse as Baedal provides a glut of strange medical practitioners and without much to base his opinions on, Sebastian is forced to scan the local papers, trade on word of mouth, and spend a fair portion of his spare time calling on various practices. Once he'd put out a quiet word at work, the staff at Hellsing have been quite helpful in suggesting magically-inclined doctors, healers, shamans, and a few truly alien specialists that left him confused but pleased by the thought of progress. Admittedly, there had been a good deal more walking and interviewing than actual headway, but a little ~~CONSTANT VIGILANCE~~ caution when describing his condition was the prudent course of action.

One consultation led to another, which lead to contacting a small apothecary that was known for poor bedside manner and efficiently dealing with odd problems. After sending off a brief description of himself and his problem, Sebastian consoled himself that no matter how suspect the apothecary, he had the luxury of time and choice -- no more stitches by veterinarians or hasty and ill-brewed healing by untrained students. Still, as he reads a book in 'waiting room', there's a touch of same atmosphere and he's not sure if it's worrying or comforting.

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Severus Snape α
What: Creepers will creep.
Where: Somewhere in Badside.
When: Now. Sundown.

Rain clings to steel and shakes off in earnest by the time heavy footsteps are coming down the zigzagged fire-escape-turned-main entranceway.

The sky has deigned not to open up its downpour for the moment, but the smell of water and ozone hangs in the cooling air and the sky remains angrily clouded. Lucius' coat is damp from earlier in the day, a black garment of too fine a make for this end of town, almost snagging on the grimy stairs as he descends, shoes finding asphalt, as does the end of his cane. He arrived with nothing and leaves with nothing, thus making whatever business he had inside the red-brick apartment complex somewhat mysterious, but wherever he is going to next, he is clearly in no rush.

He walks. Eventually, there will be somewhere interesting he can slither into. A bar. A bookstore. A quiet restaurant. A brothel. (No.)

inkdamage

Who: SEVTEL
What: Martel fucked himself up with magic. Severus gets to fix it.
Where: ~the apothecary basement.
When: AHAHA A REALLY LONG TIME AGO
Notes: SO BACKDATED, SORRY
Warnings: ~~Comic book~~ WIZARD SCIENCE, some mild eye gore.

( my heart is hateful )

pushfall.livejournal.com

Who: Claire Bennet & Severus Snape
What: Testing the waters for Martel
Where: Apothecary de Snape
When: Pre-Lex's Party
Warnings: Snapeishness

( It doesn't take her nearly as long as it should to locate Snape's shop, not with the way she's been snooping around whenever she thinks she's least likely to be noticed, skulking in the shadows like some sort of painfully nonthreatening stray cat. Regardless of his previous attitude toward her, it isn't like Claire to just give up on people even when they give her a handful of reasons and try to shove them down her throat. She's pushy, and she knows that, but it's only ever gotten her places before and she hopes that, despite that previous encounter, this will be no different. )

amourpropre

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Severus Snape
What: Chance non-meetings in common places.
Where: An apothecary
When: Shundi afternoon, in the case of one.

It reminds him something of home.

Not a novel concept. Baedal has its similarities, every now and then reminding of Lucius the place he vanished from some several weeks ago, recent enough for it to dog his thoughts between more immediate concerns. Sort of like homesickness, except with dignity and careful indifference. But this place could well transport Lucius back to Knockturn Alley, hand touching light the door once he's scanned the building front of the apothecary, and pushing it open.

There is some-- awful-- social happening for the Other Malfoys, that Lucius had heard in the edges of conversation between avoiding everyone, and decided it best to take leave of the townhouse early, and dare suggest that his younger analogue would be grateful for it. It's driven him past the borders of Sobek Croix, walking down streets he had sort of known before his encounter with Narcissa, and are familiar to him now in abstraction and fragmented memory.

There had been a store down here, hadn't there? One that had sold the necessary ingredients for potion making.

Hard to say if it will have what he requires, or if he requires anything except a place to go to kill a little time. Regardless, Lucius enters, the click of his cane heralding his presence if the sound of the door swinging open does not. His shape is cut in expensive coat, grey-blonde hair left to tendril somewhat ragged past his shoulders, and grey gaze ever flat and indifferent as it takes in his surroundings.

pinkmoon.livejournal.com

Who: Ruby Van Alst & Severus Snape.
What: Visiting the apothecary where Severus works to discuss dream problems.
Where: Said apothecary.
When: Afternoonish, probably Givdi or thereabouts.
Notes:
Warnings: idk, Snape.

After contending with the fog (an experience she was in no hurry to relive) and making sure that she'd sent out the appropriate antidotes to the appropriate people, Ruby became interested in learning more about the methods of other individuals who tried to assist in alleviating the fog-serpents' poison. She's fairly certain that this won't be the last time that people come back from the fog with poison in their psyches, and she'd like to be prepared, in the future.

She briefly stops outside to look up at the brick building, considering its less-than-inviting exterior. Probably most people would be a little more...nervous about just wandering in to ask a bunch of questions, but this is a girl who once traveled cross-country and insinuated herself into a stranger's life on a hunch, so as a rule, she is not prone to doubting her impulses. ("Headstrong" is not even the word for it.)

She comes into the apothecary with a bag slung over one shoulder, and looks around for someone--she's sure (intuitively) that someone is there, but she's distracted pretty quickly on by some supplies to the left of her. Ruby recognizes their purpose, and thinks that even though she's here to compare notes, it couldn't hurt to do some shopping in the meantime. Ruby pushes her loose hair back, tucking it behind her ear, and meanders the tightly-packed aisles.

inkdamage

Who: Severus Snape & Ilde Decima.
What: Science.
Where: An atypical apothecary, somewhere shady.
When: Presently.
Notes: Hurrah.
Warnings: Narrative discussion of speciesism and cultural bigotry, overshadowing tones of that nature.

He hears the first query in the morning only vaguely. His employer would no doubt like him to take every job that floats by, no matter how juvenile or absurd, for profit; it's a shame that the thing his newfound success rests on is the very same thing that picks through contract jobs with such discerning taste. Severus has no interest in mass production, or diluting the quality of his work to increase the quantity of it. So it's only when the second query reaches him that he actually pays it any mind.

In the evening, he's working in the basement room of the shop complex that passes for his office, too engrossed in reading to mind the time.

aldabeyoun.livejournal.com

Who: Njoki + YOU + ??? = PROFIT
What: Slice of life stuff, mostly business about town.
Where: Mafaton, Sobek Croix, or in herbal/magic supply shops about town.
When:
Notes:Pick your poison and label your thread:
Option A: Call or come by her apartment. Does your character need some conjure done?
Option B: Njoki has set up an appointment to chat with Hellsing. Does she meet your character while waiting?
Option C: Ki doesn't have her own garden, so she's out and about to restock her supplies.

As much as fixing up Pickman's rotting feet was for her peace of mind (and sense of smell), the repair job also served as a brilliant bit of self-promotion. Word is slowly getting out that there's a rootworker who specializes in the dead, undead, and not entirely living living in Mafaton, up above a consignment store. The door up to the apartment she shares with Pickman has been marked out by a sign in the same style as her business card and a small, metal and glass tube nailed into the lintel.

Should anyone come to visit, phoning first is recommended, but the door is almost always unlocked. The staircase is a narrow, twisting affair leading up into a modestly sized livingroom with walls lined in shelves made from cinderblocks and wooden planks holding little glass bottles of different colours filled with herbs, roots, beads and bones, wooden boxes with paper envelopes and sachets of powers and washes, a whole collection of candles of different weights and sizes, and other objects of her trade. During the day, that the room is sparse, not yet fully lived in is highlighted by the airy open windows framed by blackout curtains, and during the evening the open windows manage to bring in a pleasant breeze.

Upon arriving in Baedal, Njoki was fortunate enough to have brought along her well-stocked hoodoo kit and after the sale of a portion of some of those items and her letter back home, she's now able to afford to go explore the local botanicas, herbalist, and certain dealers of (not quite) ill-repute. In between visits to various shops, she's made an appointment to stop by Hellsing and hear a little bit more about who they are, what they do, and what she can do for them. While their people seemed plenty pleasant at The Apache, she still doesn't trust them.

pushfall.livejournal.com

Who: Claire Bennet & Severus Snape
What: Familiar faces in new places
Where: Here and there
When: Shundi afternoon/evening
Notes: N/A
Warnings: TBA

Claire hasn't been here long: long enough to establish that she's not where she expected to be when she woke up a few days ago; long enough to rationalize that keeping her head down and her voice just another hum of the crowd's was the best course of action; long enough to have put the more important aspects of her observations of Noah into practice as well as she could with the money she had been provided with upon being let out of that room. ( The clothes she has been given are muted and very not her, but that's fine with Claire, as is the length of her hair, barely brushing her shoulders as she leaves the Inn, determined to venture a bit further than she had the day before. )

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