#SQUARE COPPER TABLETOPS

[rusticahouse]

In the grand symphony of interior design, copper dining tables take center stage, effortlessly blending the warmth of rustic aesthetics with the cool sophistication of contemporary decor. It's a match made in design heaven, and the square tabletop only amplifies the drama. Picture this: a dining room adorned with sleek lines and geometric perfection. Enter the square handmade copper table, a beacon of elegance that transforms your space into a haven of modern charm. Gone are the days of conventional round tables – it's time to embrace the sharp angles and chic appeal of a square masterpiece. What's the secret behind the success of copper dining tables in rustic decor? It's the magical ability to seamlessly straddle two worlds – the rugged charm of the countryside and the polished sophistication of city living. The square copper tabletop becomes a canvas, reflecting the warm hues of rustic wooden accents while adding a touch of glamour with its reflective surface.

Imagine hosting a dinner party where your guests are not only treated to culinary delights but also to the visual feast that is your dining setup. The square copper table becomes the conversation starter, its gleaming surface inviting admiration and sparking lively discussions. Who knew furniture could be such a charismatic host? One of the perks of incorporating a Mexican copper table into your rustic dining room decor is its versatility. Pair it with wooden chairs for a cozy, cabin-like atmosphere, or go bold with modern seating options for an eclectic twist. The square shape encourages experimentation, allowing you to play with the juxtaposition of materials and styles. Whether you're a design maven or a casual admirer, consider the square copper table as your passport to a realm where style and substance coalesce, creating a dining experience that is nothing short of extraordinary. Cheers to the beauty of blending the old with the new, and here's to the square copper table – a true icon in the ever-evolving tapestry of interior design with Mexican style!

[beautifulnrd]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vetri Di Nennella Italian Art Fused Glass Gold Copper Hand made Square Dish.

[tabletoptrinketsbyjj]

Cloaks, 1: The humble cloak has a rich history in tabletop roleplaying games, D&D especially with it having its roots based on Lord of the Rings and medieval fantasy. A heavy dark cloak with a deep hood is perfect for instantly creating a mysterious stranger at the other end of a tavern, their face obscured by the deep cowl. A cloak is often a cornerstone of a PC’s appearance and enchanted ones even more so. The following is a collection of unique descriptions of cloaks for DM’s to give to their players as magical or mundane loot and for players to use during character creation to help flesh out their personal style.

A dark grey, military style shoulder cloak clasped by a silver brooch in the shape of a bridge of stone, lit by ruby flames. The back of the brooch bears an inscription that reads: “First in, last out.”

A tattered red cloak that patches itself up whenever the bearer sleeps in a graveyard.

Cloak of the Aardvark: A nondescript light brown cloak, which causes the bearer to develop a slightly longer tongue and a mild but persistent craving to eat ants.

A beautiful cloak whose tattered silk designs resembles the dusty wings of a moth in flight.

A sturdy leather cloak with a large number of interior pockets. Every day at noon, a random worthless object appears in one of the pockets. The item vanishes back to whence it came if not removed from the pocket within one hour. The items are never worth more than a few coppers, never quite useful and are always small enough to physical fit into the average pocket. After inspecting a few of the objects the cloak produces, the bearer experiences the nagging feeling that the cloak is just stealing junk out of other people’s pockets. ---Note: The items that appear are always at the GM’s discretion. I personally recommend making use of the many Worthless Trinket Tables from this blog to get ideas.

A cloak comprised completely of gleaming iridescent feathers. It is heavier and much more durable than a cloak of feathers has any right to be.

An iridescent blue cloak the color of the sea that appears to ebb and flow of its own accord.

A worn patchwork gleeman’s cloak. Each brightly colored square patch is unique and the cloak sports a dazzling array of combinations of colors, patterns, fabrics and symbols.

A well-made black cloak that is completely waterproof. But looks as if something is occasionally...writhing beneath the cloth. This is disconcerting to observers, but the bearer never sees it.

A Randomly Colored oilskin cloak with the phrase “Random Motto” stitched along the interior of the tip of the hood. With the hood pulled low, the bearer can feel the spirit of the motto press against their consciousness, attempting to guide his decisions. The influence is subtle and never forces the bearer to violate any firmly held beliefs.

—Keep reading for 90 more cloaks.

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—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A dark grey, military style shoulder cloak clasped by a silver brooch in the shape of a bridge of stone, lit by ruby flames. The back of the brooch bears an inscription that reads: “First in, last out.”

A tattered red cloak that patches itself up whenever the bearer sleeps in a graveyard.

Cloak of the Aardvark: A nondescript light brown cloak, which causes the bearer to develop a slightly longer tongue and a mild but persistent craving to eat ants.

A beautiful cloak whose tattered silk designs resembles the dusty wings of a moth in flight.

A sturdy leather cloak with a large number of interior pockets. Every day at noon, a random worthless object appears in one of the pockets. The item vanishes back to whence it came if not removed from the pocket within one hour. The items are never worth more than a few coppers, never quite useful and are always small enough to physical fit into the average pocket. After inspecting a few of the objects the cloak produces, the bearer experiences the nagging feeling that the cloak is just stealing junk out of other people’s pockets. ---Note: The items that appear are always at the GM’s discretion. I personally recommend making use of the many Worthless Trinket Tables from this blog to get ideas.

A cloak comprised completely of gleaming iridescent feathers. It is heavier and much more durable than a cloak of feathers has any right to be.

An iridescent blue cloak the color of the sea that appears to ebb and flow of its own accord.

A worn patchwork gleeman’s cloak. Each brightly colored square patch is unique and the cloak sports a dazzling array of combinations of colors, patterns, fabrics and symbols.

A well-made black cloak that is completely waterproof. But looks as if something is occasionally...writhing beneath the cloth. This is disconcerting to observers, but the bearer never sees it.

A Randomly Colored oilskin cloak with the phrase “Random Motto” stitched along the interior of the tip of the hood. With the hood pulled low, the bearer can feel the spirit of the motto press against their consciousness, attempting to guide his decisions. The influence is subtle and never forces the bearer to violate any firmly held beliefs.

A luscious bison fur cloak with horn buttons. The style seems to be that of a backwoodsman bachelor who had more time and energy than actual skill.

A Randomly Colored cloak that always flaps gently, as if pushed by a slight breeze.

A tan leather cloak that writhes as though alive and screams when damaged.

A thick hide cloak lined with a strange blue fur. The fabric is cut to hang on the bearer in a traditionally Random Humanoid Race style.

A feathered cloak which changes its coloring to match whatever bird is closest.

A double lined cloak. One side it is a dull, dreary brown; the inner lining is black. The cowl is particularly capacious.

A full yellow cloak with large silver clasps and symbols of the divine aspect of Random Neutral Domain boldly presented in dark green.

A once-fine cloak, maroon colored with a gold trim, now somewhat torn and worn from age. Careful examination reveals a hidden pocket containing a signet ring with a gold wyvern crest.

A reversible cloak. The outside is black while the inside is a gaudy gold color. The wearer can flip the cloak from one side to the other in just a few seconds using both hands.

A leathery grey cloak made from stitched ghoul skin. This unholy garment is cold to touch and causes revulsion in living creatures that see it.

A dire bear pelt fashioned into a cloak fit for an ogre, bound by a large, crude pewter clasp.

A cloak of griffon feathers set on black velvet. The material is warm, wind resistant and lightweight, perfect for a griffon knight.

A voluminous cloak with a large hood that comes halfway down the bearer's face. The cloak’s exterior is completely waterproof and the wool inner lining is snug, warm and removable. The exterior of the cloak is covered in a whorled camouflage pattern of green’s, brown and blacks. The interior has several pocket of varying sizes making the cloak perfect for wilderness travelling and adventuring.  

A heavy cloak made from the fur of a polar bear. The material is ridiculously warm and will keep its bearer alive and moving despite frigid artic conditions.  

A black cloak embroidered with a web-like pattern in white silk

A brown robe covered with an embroidered pattern of dozens of open eyes. Creatures around the bearer always have the disturbing sensation that they’re being watched.

A blonde cloak woven from human hair, that weeps softly for an hour if blood is spilled in its vicinity. The hair is always clean, silky and shiny no matter what happens to it.

A reversible linen cloak that has an outer layer of fabric in a mottled black pattern and an inner layer of a bright Random Bright Color. Reversible cloaks are worn for the sake of fashion, in theatre performances, or to aid a quick appearance change as part of a disguise. This cloak in particular was most definitely used for the latter as knowledgeable PC’s will notice that the cloak’s clasp has the emblem of a notorious thieves’ guild worked into its design. A practiced bearer using both hands, can undo the clasp, flip the cloak and redo the as an action equivalent to drawing a weapon.

An audaciously red cloak that if worn around certain seedier districts in town might attract the attention of lonely individuals looking for a date for the evening. Their treat of course…

A brown and tan cloak that resembles a massive, flat slug with a bronze clasp covered in patina. When worn, slugs, snails and any creatures resembling them are non-hostile toward the wearer of the cloak until provoked.

A loose fitting bright yellow cloak cut in a feminine style. More than a dozen small silver bells are sewn into the fabric and twinkle with every step the bearer takes.

A ghostly, pale white translucent cloak, that billows on its own volition.

A white cloak whose golden accents glisten (even in darkness) whenever it billows. The mere sight of the cloak bring hope.

A black satin cloak decorated with golden stars.

A sky-blue velvet cloak decorated with vines and flowers along the edges in thick silver embroidery.

A perpetually damp, light grey cloak which always leaves a faint trail of mist in the bearer's wake.

A cloak woven from airy linen, with intricate silver patterns stitched along its edges. The cloak's clasp is an ancient medallion, which radiates a faint aura of wisdom.

A snowy white cloak of thick wool whose many folds hold an aura of purity and peace of mind.

A dirt-stained cloak that was woven in shadow from the burial shroud of a condemned murderer.

A dark hooded cloak, decorated with embroidered comets, moons, and stars along its edge.

A large bearskin cloak that is almost too big for a human to wear comfortably. When the bearer becomes angry, the hairs on the cloak bristle menacingly.

A garish, red velvet cloak, embroidered with gold-threaded patterns of masked harlequins engaged in acts of sinister revelry.

A fireproof cloak made of dragon wing skin, trimmed with Randomly Colored scales. It naturally flutters towards gold no matter the wind direction.

A purple cloak that seems sheer at times and opaque at others. It is soft to the touch and light as a feather.

A swirling multi shaded grey, shiny (Nigh-wet looking) leather cloak that looks more like wet granite.

A tattered and faded, black linen cloak. Although it has seen better days it is perfectly serviceable and instills the bearer with a deep sense of grim determination to keep pushing on despite the odds or costs.

A hooded dark blue cloak with silver edges and a line going down the middle in silver with motif of white flowers embroidered into it.

This cloak is fur-lined and clasped by a golden livery collar. The fabric of the cloak and appearance of the livery collar changes to bear the heraldic insignia and personal colors of the creature who wears it.

An ancient silk robe that shimmer with the twinkling light of a thousand stars.

A heavy cloak fashioned from the scales of a mighty sea dragon. The scales are skillfully joined together and the cloak can be drawn tightly around the body, creating a covering that is light, flexible, yet incredibly tough.

A cloak woven from the hair of innocents, dyed with the blood of sorcerers and imbued with the essence of a star stolen from the night’s sky.

A hard, waterproof sea cloak that resembles a large octopus. The baggy hood looks like an octopus mantle while the cloak itself simulates the rubbery webbing between an octopus’s tentacles and the corners have tentacle-like tassels.

A jute cloak that changes its appearance to match the current season. Its color is bright green in spring a darker green in summer, red and orange in fall, and brown and white in winter. If the material is not exposed to sunlight, the cloak gradually turns grey until it is refreshed by natural light. ---Note: In areas with other natural seasons such as flooding, drought of typhoons the cloak may change to new colors as per DM discretion.

A thick leather cloak, charred and blackened around the edges and always smells faintly of the soot of a recent fire.

A mottled green cloak with a pair of colorfully hemmed slits in its hood. Although impractical for most races, it is perfect for the long ears of the elves with fit comfortably into the slits.

A hooded cloak made of various patches of unidentifiable leather, all obviously from different types of creatures. The cloak fastens in the front with a belt like a bathrobe.

A checker patterned cloak of black and white that imparts the bearer with a deep yearning to play skill-based, board games.

A cloak of faded and patchwork design sporting heraldry of a great many nations and cities. It seems to give a comforting warmth to the bearer and the open road feels more like home with it on. After some time with it on, the bearer may notice a new patch on the cloak; A bloodstained piece of heraldry from the bearer's homeland.

A soft, fuzzy cloak with a buckle on each corner. It is pale brown with a green hill in the middle and a row of red stars above the hill.

Cloak of the Endless Sky: A long cloak fashioned of broad overlapping blue and white ribbons attached at the neck, but not affixed elsewhere. This construction allows access for wings or other appendages to operate freely.  The cloak is clasped with a silver cloud. Instead of ceilings, roofs, tree cover or other overhead objects, the bearer perceives open, clear, blue skies dotted with clouds on all surfaces above himself. The bearer can suppress this illusionary effect at will if needed but while active the bearer becomes immune to the effects of claustrophobia. This is greatly appreciated by bearers capable of natural flight who are often uncomfortable in the caves, crypts and dungeons that adventures so often find themselves in.

A noble's cloak made of high quality cloth, with gold and silver thread stitched into the hem.

A light, loose fitting burlap cloak, with a generous sized hood that can fit over even the largest of helmets.

A shimmering cloak that seems to be spun from pure quicksilver. Its form constantly ripples and flows around the bearer and light dances across its surface.

A rust-red cloak made of slick satin. Rips, tears and stains done to it are instantly mended when fresh blood is poured or prayed over the damaged area.

A draping black cloak that turns into a sparkling mantle of tiny, cascading stars when worn.

A full-cut black cloak that hangs to mid-boot. Cut to overlap on the chest and cover the bearer's arms, it has a high collar and a separate pullover hood. It is embroidered with a white upraised human palm in a circle on the right collar, a purple dragon on the left collar, and another on the center point of the hood (So that it is displayed to the rear when the hood is pulled back).

A white silk cloak embroidered with a large grey spider on the back and webs radiating across its surface.

A cloak of mysterious emergence, fashioned from multiple layers of fine silk. Along the hem is a row of glittering red scales, molted away by a dragon.

A voluminous, emerald-green cloak trimmed with an intricate design done in gold thread. Each of its two clasps is a golden disk engraved with the crest of a long-extinct noble family and set with a small emerald.

A cloak that resembles a tangle of thick, black cobwebs when not worn, but smooths into woven black cloak of coarse threads the moment it’s donned.

An ugly, poorly cured, leather cloak made of mottled leathers stitched together in scabrous, thick seamed patterns. Made from the skins of wild beasts and humanoids, killed by kobolds, it is sized for a small humanoid.

A heavy cloak of black silk and linen that seems to trap shadows in its interior, even during broad daylight. The bearer seems to be partially submerged in darkness in shadowy light or darker.

A cloak made of navy colored linen, as fine as silk but with a durable quality to it. It flutters in even the lightest wind and always billows when its wearer walks. In darkness, the cloak seems to disappear, though its wearer does not. It is embroidered with no patterns, but those who stare at it for long moments see smoky shapes moving in the weave.

A fine linen cloak in a drab olive grey color, with a creamy lining. A scene of a mockingbird singing in a garden is embroidered in black on the back of the cloak, so that the mocking bird faces it’s bearer's on the right panel. When worn, the wearer’s voice becomes more beautiful and resonant.

An inky black cloak that has no features, but its hue is so deep that it makes people looking at it feel slightly vertiginous, as if looking down a very deep hole.

A blue cloak embroidered in green thread with whorled patterns, not unlike a finger print.

A cloak of blue silks embroidered with stormy cloud shapes in black and white thread.

A small sized cloak of auburn fur is lined with black fey silk. A mithril cloak pin is sewn into the collar.

A cloak, made of silks in multihued primary colors that blend and shift as the light hits them, is so sheer that it is nearly translucent. When worn, it seems to flutter and curl with the direction of prevailing light, though wind doesn’t seem to affect it at all. The bearer is lined in prismatic, flattering colors, making him fascinating to watch.

A cloak made of peacock, crow, and swan feathers woven into which are preserved heads of each type of bird.

A deep pocketed cloak of many faded colors, sized for a halfling.

A beautiful hooded cloak of deep blue. When it moves around silver threads become apparent quickly sparking and then disappearing once more, resembling a clear night’s sky. It is also always cool to the touch, like a cool night’s breeze.

A full-length cloak made of woven hair dyed a vibrant red and has a clasp craved of bone, decorated with archaic runes.

A cloak that seems to change color when looked at from different angles. The leather splits into six strips at the shoulder, each having a different color metallic scale at the top with a corresponding chromatic scale at the bottom of the strip. The strips fan out behind the bearer, almost like tails.

A deep green cloak with a voluminous hood, embroidered with gold trim and symbols of cultural significance to the elves.

A cloak of dark leather and gold trim that occasionally shimmers with small sparks of blue energy across the shadowed lining.

A cloak made of a thick oilskin smock, with a button-on hood and fleece lining. The front of the smock has a covered pocket sewn into it and while it feels normal from the outside, the pocket is always pleasantly warm within

A grey cloak made of a textured fabric that allows the bearer to blend into the shadows with more conviction.

A sturdy black cloak with many pockets in various shapes and sizes on this inside. The elbows have been reinforced with oval cuts of black cloth and hood made of a slightly different material.

A cloak of dark leather and gold trim that seems to occasionally shimmer with small sparks of blue energy across the shadowed lining.

An ugly patchwork cloak that has dozens of little pockets sewn into the inside for carrying spell components or trinkets. When first found the various pockets contain one Worthless Trinket, a Random Sealed Glass Vial and a Random Trinket.

A silk cloak that roils with the colors of storm clouds, constantly shifting in shade and hue.

A long cloak made of rat fur, secured around the neck with a rat skull clasp. It's quite warm but also disgusting. It seems to wriggle and writhe of its own accord, and no matter how often it is washed, it reeks of... well... rat.

Cloak of Skin: A cloak made of made of treated human skin. When worn by a creature the cloak transmutes itself over the course of a few hours into looking as it was made out of the bearer’s skin.

A tattered Randomly Colored cloak that seems to constantly have parts of it blinking in and out of existence.

A long multicolored cloak made of crests and insignia’s cut from the cloaks, tabards and lance standards of dozens of dead knights and men-at-arms all sewn together like a quilt.

A cloak with a linen hood simply decorated with the colors of the forest and designed to cast a dramatic shadow upon the wearer’s face, obscuring identifiable features.

A gaudy short red matador’s cape with gilded edges and intricate stitching.

Whispersilk Cloak, Damaged: A mottled black cloak that constantly whispers incomprehensible gibberish when worn. Normally a cloak of this type muffles it's bearer's movement, however this one does not reduce the sound of the bearer's movement in the slightest, in fact the whispering is noticeably distracting. The cloak could probably be repair by a skilled artificer or mage with a knowledge of magical items.

A black, hooded cloak that looks mundane in every single way when the hood is down. When the hood is up observers can only see the bearer’s eyes which are surrounded by a black, star-filled void.

[stevie-wicks]

red, black and blue

She’d taken the photo in some empty parking lot in downtown LA, sunlight two years younger glinting off the hood of the Camaro. Billy’s moustache was still a couple of stray gold whiskers on his upper lip; his hair just past the tips of his unpierced ears. A different Billy to the one Hawkins had seen, but post-California Billy hadn’t had much time for Max’s amateur attempts at photography. Or for Max, in general.

“It’s a good photo.”

Jonathan Byers was not a formal wear kind of guy. He looked stiff and uncomfortable in his ugly suit- or maybe that was just an extension of how he was feeling. How they all were.

Max wrapped her hands around her elbows, suddenly regretting resisting her mother’s attempts to usher her into a jacket. “Thanks. I know he looks- different.”

Jonathan looked for a moment like he might offer her his ugly coat; then he probably remembered the uglier shirt he wore underneath. “He looks happier.”

“He was.” Max dug her nails into her skin. “He hated it here.”

Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets. “Listen, Max; I know it’s not- it’s not really the same, but when I- when I thought Will was gone, I-” He swallowed. “Will is my best friend. I know that sounds really lame, but I just thought that. Maybe you’d feel better, or, I dunno. I know what it’s like.”

He was trying so hard. Max almost felt bad for him. “I don’t think you do.”

She’d wanted to sit next to Lucas, but her mom hadn’t. Some murmured nonsense about Neil not liking it; some louder nonsense about how they were a family and that now, more than ever, they had to stay together.

El became the compromise.

Not that Neil was gung-ho about El, either; not with the oversized flannel and suspenders she’d refused to change out of. Light blue eyes bore a hole into the side of Max’s head as she shuffled into the pew next to El. They weren’t the same shade of blue as Billy’s; he’d had more green to his, more like Max’s own. Neil’s were like ice chips.

A bony hand reached over, and Max looked up at Joyce Byers’s warm brown instead. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered.

Stupidly, Max said, “He owed you a plate.”

El stirred. “I owe him my life,” she said quietly.

The last funeral Max had been to had been for some distant Mayfield relative. She’d been six and she’d cried all the way to Glendale because she was missing Jabberjaw. Then Dad bought her an ice cream and she’d forgotten all about Jabberjaw. She fell asleep halfway through the service, and they got home in time for Speed Buggy.

Billy’s service took half as long and felt an eternity longer.

Mom had offered to do a eulogy. She’d brought it up over breakfast, nervous eyes darting between Max and Neil, as if either of them would put up a fight. She tottered to her feet now, shuffling awkwardly to the front, in a dress a few laundry cycles short of being grey. For a fleeting moment, Max wished she had put up a fight. Billy would’ve died-

Max bit her cheek hard enough to taste copper.

Mom cleared her throat. “Billy and I didn’t know each other for very long, but I wish we had. He was a wonderful young man.” She dabbed at her eyes with a ratty handkerchief.

Max sank back into her seat. Maybe it was for the best; she could never lie about Billy the way her mom did. Not when all she could think of was the blood- God, so much blood, his blood- his last scream torn out of his chest by misshapen claws- apologies on a dying breath-

She stood up. Mom paused midway between some crap about Billy’s ‘respect and responsibility’.

“Maxine,” Mom said, mortified.

“I have to go.” She tore outside, knuckling her burning eyes.

The breeze nipped at her skin. She leaned against the wall, rubbing her hands up her arms. It was mid-July, for Pete’s sake.

She should’ve worn the stupid jacket.

She wiped at her face roughly. When her vision cleared, Lucas stood in front of her.

“Your mom’s done talking, if you wanna head back inside.” He kicked at a pebble.

Max kicked it back. It skittered away, just out of Lucas’s reach. “Not really.”

He squared his shoulders. “Mind if I join you, then?”

She shrugged. He hesitated for a moment before sidling up next to her, arms barely brushing.

“Steve’s giving his speech now.”

Max’s eyebrows reached her scalp.

“For the basketball team,” Lucas clarified, then added, a little awkwardly, “None of the other guys showed up.”

It shouldn’t hurt, but. “Yeah, well. Didn’t think Steve would, either. He hated Billy’s guts.” She dug her heels into the gravel. “You all did.”

Lucas fell quiet. “I didn’t hate him.”

Max snorted. “’Cause you’re not supposed to hold grudges over people who are-” She blinked back a fresh wave of tears. God, Maxine; you’re such a goddamn girl, Billy would’ve said. “You should. He was awful to you.”

“I didn’t hate him,” he repeated. “I mean, he scared the shit out of me, sure. But still. He was your brother.”

“That’s not an excuse. And he was my step-”

“He was your brother.” Lucas had turned on his side, fully facing her now. “And I know you lo- cared about him. And I’m trying to tell you that it’s okay to cry.”

Her eyes welled with tears. She hadn’t allowed herself to; not since Starcourt, not since she’d read the twenty-eight other names in the paper, not since she’d come home in an ambulance and her brother in a casket and Neil locked up Billy’s room and tore down everything else that had belonged to his son and threw it all in the trash like he’d been waiting to get rid of it-

Lucas held out an arm. Max buried her face in his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt and turning it translucent with her tears.

She cried long enough for her tear ducts to run dry, and then stood sniffling into the wet shirt. She was probably making it all gross with her snot, but she didn’t let herself get too torn up about it. The Sinclairs could afford a washing machine.

“Maxine.”

Max went rigid. Lucas, unbothered and oblivious, kept his arms around her. “Hey, Mr. Hargrove.”

She turned around slowly, just in time to catch the flicker of revulsion that passed over Neil’s face. “And who are you, boy?”

There was a painful pause. Max’s nails carved crescents into her palms.

“Lucas Sinclair, sir,” Lucas said at last.

Neil’s eyes were glacial. Max barely suppressed a shiver when they trained on her. “Maxine; something you learn when you grow older that there are a certain type of people in this world that you stay away from. And this boy?” Neil cut his gaze to Lucas. “This boy is one of them.”

Max reeled back. “I-”

“You stay away from my daughter, Sinclair; do you hear me?” Neil hadn’t raised his voice once since he’d started speaking. To any passers-by, this would look like a normal conversation. “Stay away.”

He didn’t wait for Lucas to respond, tugging Max away with a harsh grip on her wrist. She didn’t dare to turn around.

“I don’t want you anywhere near that boy, Maxine.” His hold loosened the closer they got to the car- Neil’s car, a respectable Ford sedan. She didn’t dare tug her hand free, either. “I hope you learn your lesson with this. Billy didn’t; not at first. I’m afraid I had to use more- forceful- methods with him. I trust I won’t have to do the same with you.”

Max turned to Neil despite herself. It was the first time he’d said Billy’s name since the Fourth of July.

His eyes gave nothing away. “Do I make myself clear?” His fingers tightened again.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good.” Neil’s smile was a mirror of Billy’s; shark-like and vicious, moments away from tearing into your throat. “It’s about time you got some new friends, too. Girls your age shouldn’t be hanging around with boys too much.”

“El’s a girl,” Max told her shoes.

Neil scoffed. “Really? Did she show you proof?”

What happened to you, Mad Max? Billy would’ve asked. You’re not going to stand up for your little hick friends?

Or maybe-

I had to use more forceful methods with him - the bruises she’d see on Billy while his own knuckles remained unscathed- Mom whisking her away on impromptu shopping trips whenever Neil and Billy raised their voices- forceful methods -

- maybe he would understand.

★

Billy’s life couldn’t have fit into a garbage bag.

Max hadn’t gone into his room since she’d gone with El, but he had to have more than what Neil had thrown out onto the sidewalk. Outside the four walls of his room, it was like Billy hadn’t even existed.

She slipped out of bed in the quiet.

Billy had taught her how to pick a lock, back in California. “Use a hairpin, or somethin’- you got one of those?”

She unfurled her fingers. The hairpin was damp with sweat. She wiped it on her t-shirt, and slid it into the keyhole.

“Keep your big ears close to the door; you won’t hear squat that far away.”

She held her breath, pressing her ear to the cool wood.

“Wait for the sound- there, you hear that? That’s how you know the tumblers are in place.”

The door swung open with a soft click.

Max half expected to be assaulted by cigarette smoke and hair metal. But it had been almost a week, and all that Billy had left behind were stale air and silence.

She flicked on the flashlight. The blinds were drawn, the bed unmade, half his closet on the floor. Air the room out, and you could pretend he’d walk right in.

His schoolbooks balanced an ashtray; the desk was not for studying. Instead, he’d cluttered it with beer cans and tapes and a tree’s worth of loose-leaf.

She padded over and sat down in his chair, trying to imagine him hunched over the desk, scribbling on page after page in messy letters. Billy’s handwriting was just as angry as he was.

Her eyes flickered over song lyrics- snippets from the racket she’d been forced to sit through every weekday morning and afternoon. Somehow, silent car rides had lost their appeal.

Strange little doodles decorated the margins- band logos and cars and anatomically inaccurate depictions of women. “Gross,” Max said aloud, pushing the papers away with a theatric shudder.

The tabletop had not been exempted from Billy’s artistry; Max shone the flashlight on more band logos and cuss words and names engraved into the wood. Here there was a crude AC/DC logo, the lightning slash extending down to form the ‘t’ in ‘TWAT’. There was a ‘María’ right next to that, the accent mark angled in the wrong direction. Max remembered her; she’d gone out with Billy for all of sophomore year- the longest Max had ever seen him go out with one girl. She’d taught Max how to do makeup.

A few paces away was Tina- the prettiest girl in Hawkins High, everyone agreed- Laurie was a slut, but she’d complimented Max on her hair- and then Karen. Max traced the ‘K’; she didn’t know any Karens who went to Hawkins High- but then again, she barely knew all the kids in the middle school. There could be a pretty blonde cheerleader somewhere, talking to her friends over the phone. “Yeah, I went out with him a couple of times,” Max imagined her saying. She’d twirl a strand of hair around her finger, lips pulled down in a pout. “And now he’s dead. Spooky.”

She knuckled her eyes. The beam of the flashlight caught on the letter S.

She held the flashlight up, frowning at the name that made itself obvious. Stevie- except the ‘i’ was jammed haphazardly between the ‘v’ and the ‘e’, like it had been an afterthought.

She stared at it until the light flickered overhead.

“Shit!”

Max dropped the flashlight, head snapping back to the door. It hung ajar, just as she’d left it. Heart in her throat, she inched towards the doorway.

The hallway light flicked on.

Max held the flashlight close to her chest, knuckles bone-white and stark. She stepped outside, and the light turned on in the living room.

When she stood in the doorway, staring out at the lifeless room, the telephone started to ring.

Her feet felt heavy as cinderblocks. She plucked the receiver from its cradle, bringing it to her ear with shaking hands.

From the other side, someone breathed heavily.

Max pressed the phone closer, hard enough to hurt. “Billy?”

A crackle of static. Some peculiar noise.

Apologies on a dying breath.

Then, “Max.”

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Stealth Chapter 1: The Prank

Part 5 of the Dragon of the Yuyan

Read on AO3 | Series Masterpost

The first time is because of a prank.

It’s Zuko’s second summer in Pouhai, his first as a cadet Yuyan Archer. Chihese Squad is strolling down the main drag of the closest colony town, on 48-hour leave for the Summer Solstice. It’s the first time that Zuko’s been out of the Stronghold for anything other than training since his arrival, the first time he’s been in an actual town since he was kicked out of the Caldera. The sights and sounds and smells are overwhelming, but not nearly as much as the crowds.

There are so many people at this festival. Which, okay, the Summer Solstice is basically the event of the Fire Nation calendar, being the longest day of the year and the day Agni granted firebending to the Dragons, so obviously everyone is going to want to join in the festivities, but Zuko can't remember having been around this many people ever.

Kai never lets go of his hand as he drags Zuko from food stall to musician to puppet show. There are firebending displays, and stalls full of crafts and decorations for sale. Everyone around is dressed in their best robes, and everything is a profusion of shades of red and yellow and black.

Zuko pulls Kai to a stop in front of a booth displaying stuffed cloth animals, and they spend a while petting them and poking each other with soft cloth beaks and snouts and flippers and quizzing each other on the hand-language signs for them. One such creature, a turtle-duckling with creamy tan markings and a brilliant green shell, seems to call to Zuko, and he picks it up and runs his fingertips gently over its head. It fits perfectly in his hand, just the right size to slip into a rucksack and not take up too much space, and for the first time in over a year his chest tightens and his eyes burn with the force of his longing for home and his mother's garden and the turtle-duck pond. Without even thinking, he cuddles the turtle-duckling to himself and turns to Kai.

Nice, Kai complements him with a large grin. You gonna get it?

Zuko nods, and turns to the booth's proprietor, holding out the turtle-duck and giving the man his best puma kitten eyes.

"Take it easy with those eyes, kid," he laughs. "Normally the plushes that size are ten copper, but I'll let ya have it for five. Solstice spirit and all."

Zuko grins and hands over the five copper coins. They bow to each other with the Flame, and then Zuko and Kai head off to meet up with the rest of the squad for dinner, the turtle-duck firmly clasped against Zuko's chest.

They catch up to Hiroki, Mika, and Jiyoti sitting in a square filled with tables and ringed with food booths. All three have cups of Solstice punch, a deep red drink made with coconut arrack and red wine. Kai attempts to swipe Jiyoti's cup, but she easily slaps his hand away.

Go get your own, leech, she commands, ignoring his pout.

Me too? Zuko asks.

No. Hiroki's fingers and thumb snap shut in a sharp emphatic movement as he frowns deeply at Zuko. You're too young.

This is strong stuff, Zuko, Mika signs with more gentleness, her expression sympathetic but firm. Maybe in a couple of years.

What did you get? Jiyoti asks, peering at the turtle-duck plush perched on Zuko's head. Zuko graciously allows the subject change, brushing off the tabletop in front of him and placing the turtle-duck on it. His face heats a little bit, because he's nearly fifteen, too old for stuffed toys, but Jiyoti's eyes are sparkling as she asks permission to pet it, and Mika has a soft, indulgent smile on her face like he's done something cute, and even Hiroki's smirk is gentle and warm as he leans back in his seat and nurses his cup.

At that moment, Zheng and his cronies, twins Shiori and Takeshi, pass by their table. Zheng takes one look at Zuko's turtle-duck and sneers. Aw, does the little baby street-rat need someone to cuddle with? He signs, making a gross kissy-face like he's talking to an infant. Maybe the Commander should've sent you to an orphanage with the other unwanted colony spawn. At least there you'd have fit in with the other brats.

Shut up and get lost, Zheng! Kai snaps out, gritting his teeth in a silent snarl at the older private.

Zheng smirks and raises his hands to continue signing, but Hiroki turns and pins the younger man with a glare. I believe you were on your way, Private? He signs slowly and clearly, as though Zheng is stupid and barely able to comprehend hand-speech. Zheng's jaw clenches, but he's not stupid enough to try anything against a Captain, and he storms off with a huff, the twins following in his wake.

Zuko hugs the turtle-duck to his chest and stares down at its eyes, embroidered in shiny black silk thread. He really is entirely too old for toys, and has been for years, but the thought of giving up his new companion is too much to contemplate. Aside from his dagger from Uncle, it's his only link to his life Before. Life Before had been hard, and lonely, and painful, but there had been good things, too, like Uncle's tearoom, Mom's garden, and the turtle-ducks in the pond. Life Now is so much better, even with idiots like Zheng bugging him, but he still sometimes misses those good things from Before.

Someone pokes Zuko in the shoulder, and he looks up to see Kai grinning at him. So what're you going to name it? The older boy asks, gently rubbing the turtle-duck's head with a fingertip.

Zuko looks at the brilliant green cloth of the turtle-duck's shell, and thinks of the brilliant green leaves that some of the food vendors wrap meat and fish in before grilling, and spells out P-a-n-d-a-n.

The squad finishes their drinks, and Zuko and Kai have a quick rice-cake eating contest which ends in a tie when the rice-cake seller refuses to give them any more. They stroll through the festival together, and Mika and Hiroki take turns grabbing Kai's collar to prevent him from running off after whatever happens to catch his eye. They find an excellent spot to watch the Lion-Turtle and Dragon dances, and Zuko's face hurts with all of his grinning. Pandan the Turtle-Duck is tucked securely under his collar where he can see the dances as well.

After the festival fireworks finish echoing over the town, the squad wanders its way back towards the Stronghold, riding the flow of humanity away from the main drag of the town. Very quickly the crushing press of so many people rubs Zuko's last nerve, and he grabs Kai and drags him over next to a closing stall to wait out the crowds. They amuse themselves (and the stall's owner who watches them with an air of tolerant bemusement) by trying on masks and trying to scare each other.

Hey Danger Noodle, check this out! Kai signs, and holds up a mask painted with blue lacquer and dominated by a wide creepy grin edged with sharp-looking tusks.

Wow, that's so creepy looking! Zuko exclaims, taking the mask from Kai and holding it up to his face. Kai's eyes go wide, and then narrow in a sly grin.

Spirits, I wouldn't want to meet this thing somewhere dark and spooky.

Zuko knows that look, and answers it with his own narrow-eyed glare. What are you thinking?

Kai shrugs, leaning nonchalantly against the stall. I don't know, I just think it would be kind of hilarious if Zheng were to have an… encounter… with the spirit of this mask.

Zuko holds the mask and considers it. He's widely acknowledged to be the best shadow-walker in the Troop (a lifetime of avoiding Azula will do that), and honestly, he owes Zheng a good scare for all of the bullshit the older private says to him.

Zuko and Kai smirk at each other. Zuko pays for the mask and slips it under his tunic, and they head back to the Stronghold. Hiroki scolds them for getting separated from the rest of the squad, then sends them off to get cleaned up for bed. He and Kai share the ofuro and make their plan.

Zuko dresses in the charcoal-colored tunic and trousers he'd brought to the bathing room, fastening them loosely as sleeping clothes. After waiting a few hours for Banli Squad to go on guard duty, Zuko slips out of bed and back to the bathroom, where he dons the mask and adjusts his clothes to make them more snug for shadow-walking. Kai meets him in the bathroom and gives him an impressed thumbs up.

Awesome! He signs. Zheng's going to freak out. Might want to tie your hair back, though.

Zuko's hair now just brushes his shoulders, still shorter than it was Before, but not by much. His phoenix plume had been cut and his entire head shaved after the Agni Kai, partly to make treating the burn easier, and partly to display exactly how far from favor he'd fallen. It doesn’t grow anymore where the burn has destroyed the roots, but Zuko knows how to tie it back so that his uneven hairline and shriveled ear are covered, and does so while Kai holds his mask. He replaces the mask, and Kai nods in satisfaction.

I listened in on the patrol route brief, he signs, hands quick and eyes bright with eagerness. Zheng’s by himself.

Any idea where he is now? Zuko asks. He has to exaggerate his body language a bit to make up for the facial expressions that are hidden by the mask.

Kai shrugs, the gesture imitated by Zuko, and together they creep out of the bathroom to hunt down their quarry.

They find Zheng slumped half asleep behind some crates near the storerooms. The setup could not be more perfect.

Kai tiptoes away as Zuko crouches in the shadows on the other side of the crates, and then starts fiddling with the lock on one of the storerooms. The sounds reach Zheng, who rouses with an annoyed grunt. The older private stomps towards the storeroom to investigate, and Kai has plenty of time to slip away into the shadows. Zuko matches his own silent footsteps to Zheng’s ridiculous komodo-rhino stomps, following close behind.

Zheng holds up his lantern and examines the lock before snorting in derision. Zuko braces himself.

Zheng turns around.

The positively girly screech Zheng lets out makes Zuko grin like a madman under his mask. Zheng stumbles back, and as soon as he’s out of the small circle of light produced by the lantern Zuko turns on his heel and bounds soundlessly over to where Kai is shaking from the effort of holding back his giggles. They tap their fists together and watch Zheng attempt to explain himself to the regular guards who came running at his shriek.

Zuko scares Zheng again on the innermost wall-walk, hanging upside down from the roof of a guard pavilion. And again in that one dark service corridor everyone hates. And again behind the catapult shed. Zheng shrieks every single time, and Zuko and Kai delight in watching him having to defend himself to the increasingly impatient guards with hands that tremble a little more with each encounter. By the end of Banli Squad’s guard shift, Zheng is a walking ball of shattered nerves, and Zuko and Kai are in bed and “asleep” when the older private staggers into the dorm.

The next morning, Zuko and Kai hide their grins as Zheng is forced to endure the regular guards teasing about his “haunting” by a “blue spirit”. Zheng tries to insist that he’d at least once managed to draw a weapon on the ghost, but this is only true in the sense that he’d had a knife in his hand but had dropped it when the alleged spirit had caused him to trip and fall into a manure pile near the rhino stables, and the guards are quick to point this out to raucous laughter. Zheng continues to attempt to defend his honor, but the roasting continues and increases in force until the archer finally storms out of the mess hall in a humiliated fury.

Zuko and Kai smirk at each other, and tap their fists together under the table. Mission accomplished.

That is the first time.

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20COP, 1930s part 1

First few sections of the AU I’ve written. So far I’ve only completed parts to do with Franky and Brook, since I was trying to write the AU in chronological order and they’re the oldest. 

February, 1931

The Bronx, New York

The boy’s father—a tall man with an aura of kindness—held his son’s hand tightly as they approached the door of a nondescript apartment building. He absentmindedly hummed Binks’ Brew to himself as they walked.

“Where we goin’, Pop?” the child asked, shivering. His clothes had never quite been adequate for the colder times of the year, and hung loosely from his thin, copper frame, color so like his father’s. Of course, he was far shorter than his giant of a father, but if he had inherited any of his father’s genes, he would grow to be just as tall as him one day.

The man scooped up his tiny son and held him close, trying to keep him warm. “We’re going to see Mr. Crocus.”

“Mr. Crocus?”

“He’s my friend,” his father said with the patient air one adopts when talking to a toddler. “Be nice and remember your manners, Brook . . .” He hesitated before smiling. “Guess I don’t gotta tell you that, huh?”

He went up the stoop, pushed open the squeaky door, and entered. Another door and a flight of stairs greeted him. He went straight up the creaking stairs. When they got to the landing, he opened the door and headed down the hall.

When he reached apartment 2C, he stopped, hesitated, and knocked once, twice, three times.

The door opened a moment later. A man, somewhat younger than Brook’s father, stood on the other side looking at them through the gap about as wide as him. He was of stocky build, with an oddly large lower lip above his square jaw and goatee, and dark hair which fanned out behind him like a flower and stood out against his pale skin.

“Well, now,” the man said, opening the door a bit wider and leaning against the door jamb. “T’what do I owe this s’rprise, Sam?”

Brook’s father—Sam—bit his lip. “Crocus, I need to ask a favor.”

Crocus stepped aside. “C’mon in.”

Sam entered and Crocus shut the door. They went past the open door to the tiny kitchen on the left and headed directly into the living room, which seemed to take up most of the cheap apartment. A cushy armchair and sofa sat perpendicular to each other, and a window on the far wall displayed bleak weather.

Sam, still holding Brook, sat on the armchair while Crocus sat on the perpendicular couch. An oak coffee table was between the two, displaying an open newspaper, a wooden tabletop radio (turned off), and a still-smoldering cigar in an ashtray.

“This mus’ be Brook,” Crocus said, his face softening slightly as he looked down. “Hello, Brook. Haven’t seen y’ for a while.”

“Hello, Mr. Crocus,” Brook said, staring at him shyly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Crocus smiled. “P’lite one here, Sam.”

Sam smiled in turn. “Takes after his mother.”

“Aye,” Crocus murmured. “Poor thing . . . so young.” He leaned forward. “So, what’s this fav’r?”

“Please let us stay with you,” Sam blurted out.

“’Scuse me?” Crocus said.

“I’ve got no job,” Sam explained, bowing his head, “and I can’t raise Brook on my own. Please, will you let us stay with you for a while? It’s just until I can get work.”

Crocus leaned back and took another cigar out of his pocket, lighting it up. A moment passed as he inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Ah, alright,” he grumbled, scratching his head. “I’ve only got th’ one bed, so you’re sleepin’ on the couch, y’hear?”

Sam smiled. “God bless you, Crocus. Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Don’ mention it,” Crocus muttered.

“Brook,” Sam said, holding him on his knee, “we’re going to live with Mr. Crocus for a while.” 

January, 1932

The Bronx, New York

Brook lay in bed, shivering and slipping in and out of consciousness while hand after hand felt his forehead and brushed hair from his face. An awful taste rose from his throat and he nearly choked on his own empty vomit as he trembled, too weak to rise or even lift a finger. Someone made him sit up and pressed a glass of water to his lips, but his throat was so sore he couldn’t even swallow without bursting into tears. The nightmare lasted forever, before it ended. 

May, 1938

A certain part of Oahu, Hawaii

“I see!”

The rotund man laughed as the boy before him scowled. The man had salt-and-pepper hair around his ears, wore an open T-shirt and shorts, and donned sandals on his feet. The Hawaiian boy’s hair was spiky and dark, and he wore goggles on his forehead, a Speedo, and an open aloha shirt. His feet were bare and his chin, oddly enough, was double-cleft.

“I see,” the man repeated, still laughing. “Your parents kicked you out for being too rowdy, huh?”

“It ain’t funny!” the boy snapped, kicking up some hot sand at the man.

The man’s laughter died down as he walked over to the shoddy rowboat. “You built this yourself, kid?”

“Yeah!” The boy puffed out his chest. “It’s the Super Franky Boat 5!”

“So this is the fifth one?”

“You know it!” the boy said proudly.

“It’s a pile of junk!” the man exclaimed, throwing back his head with booming laughter.

“What was that?!”

“And yet, you sailed here all the way from Molokai on this heap?”

“What about it?”

The man eyed the boy thoughtfully with a big grin. “Kid, how about living with me?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got real talent,” the man said, ruffling his hair. The boy made a face. “You need practice—a helluva lotta practice—but you’ve got talent. I’m a shipwright for the Navy, see, I live with a nice lady and another kid, about as old as you. You come live with me, kid, and you can learn the basics with Iceburg. How’s about it?”

The boy brightened. “That sounds like fun! I mean, I got nowhere else to go, anyway.”

“Good, good,” the man said. “Come on, let’s go to my place. What’s your name, son?”

“I’m Franky!”

“I’m Tom,” Tom said with a grin. “Let’s go meet the gang.”

He turned and set off down the beach towards a street. Franky watched him for a moment before running after him.

[rusticahouse]

Three inch thick Rustica House copper tabletop in Victorian style for eat in kitchen or dining room. The furniture is on offer with various patina finishing options, hammered or smooth. This tabletop has a design hammered around its side making it unique.

[beautifulnrd]

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[mai-stories]

The Florist and the Mercenary - Chapter One: A New Bloom

Blue skies and clear water was all anyone could need when it came to gardening, especially if they lived in an abundant field. The wind blew and scattered clouds formed on the horizon, signaling a storm was coming. A young woman, barely even an adult, stood out in the fields, basket in arm as she collected flowers to sell in the city. She needed the money, not for food or rent, but for travel. A long trip had been planned, and selling these flowers was her only source of income, her only way to pay. After loading up as many as she could, she formed a bubble of water in the bottom of the basket to keep them fresh longer. 

It was as normal as breathing, being able to use magic like this. Sure, someone with Flora magic could grow fields upon fields of blooms in a matter of minutes, but it was the authenticity of hard work and care that made hers so special. After locking up her small rented home, she slid her key into her pocket before beginning to head out. The capital city of Woodmoore was not too far from her home, maybe half an hour's travel if she paid a carriage to take her. Walking was out of the question, as she had to sell her flowers soon. After giving the man five silver, she told him her destination, the carriage taking off down the dirt road. The time slowly passed by, the wagon stopping at the city stables and letting her out, the long haired girl stepping out.

Woodmoore housed the Arcanium Assembly, the governing party over all of Elestrona, the truly magical continent many humans and not called home, and oversaw matters from wartime to those of the magic variety. A collection of the greatest minds and magic users to ever set foot upon soil. It wouldn't take long to reach the market square, the girl nervously looking around. She was much too timid to sell anything here, preferring to just talk to a trader alone. Woodmoore was filled with its typical hustle and bustle, ever daunting and mysterious for one so timid and inexperienced with such a place. Lone people, happy couples and families walked around at their leisure. Vendors and traveling merchants hocked their wares, the latter boasting about their limited deals while they were in town!

 "Spell Gems! Specialty spell gems for sale! Wands, too! Imbued with fun cantrips for the children! Watch at the ends sparkle and blast off bright fireworks into the night sky! Turn frowns upside down with a flick of Tenebrai's Wand of Smiles!" One enigmatic character stood atop a vividly, almost garishly decorated carriage as he energetically exclaimed to all he was one of many merchants dealing in magic items. After bartering quietly with the local merchants, she managed to earn about thirteen gold and eight silver for her basket of flowers, not nearly as much as she wanted but it would do.

The capital was home to a Guild, Grand Magia, where mages of the continent seeking fame and glory and prestige came to take on fantastical quests of adventure and danger! At a pretty copper far beyond what most in the city apart from those in Platinum Rise, the wealthy, sophisticated section of the capital city, could afford. There was also the cheaper, seedier option. A number of bars advertised their mercenary clientele, a  rather denoting title, but as people would take on requests for work at vastly more affordable pay for the common folk... It was fitting. One such place was The Lamia's Tail, a dimly lit structure that smelled of smoke, stale and fresh as patrons blew it from between their lips. Middle aged, salt and peppered bartender included, gruff patrons now and then, the crowd appeared rough, though remain quiet. It didn't seem that much different from any other place.

After selling off her flowers and taking her money, the girl was at a loss. She needed a hired hand to aide her in her trip, but with only thirteen gold, she couldn't afford a pricey sellsword from one of those fancy guilds, her only option to hire someone from less desirable backgrounds. She found The Lamia's Tail, hoping she could find someone to help her. She took a deep breath before entering, her eyes on the floor to avoid eye contact. Her appearance was anything but rough, quite the opposite in fact. Pale, flushed skin and soft hair that hung in long, indigo strands past her body and tucked behind her ears, she was a regular fish out of water. 

The girl said nothing as she looked around, trying not to make eye contact with the more weathered and tough looking patrons. She wanted help, but didn't want to get grisly murdered in the process. She found herself a table in the back, keeping her gaze low as she berated herself for even entering a place like this. Eyes followed her, some curious, others curious. Other eyes followed those curious stares and not the innocent soul that wandered into this dank and stale driftwood dive bar.

 "Hellooo!" A voice sang far more jovially than the imagination could have envisioned for a place like this. He took a seat across from her in a blink, this curious and meek creature who would have sank into her shell, and that shell within another, if she had that luxury. He was grinning, eyes naturally narrow and yellow irises peered past, slightly pointed ears, each with gold piercings, and narrow features gave off an elven lineage. At least one of his parents were elven, it seems. Hair golden blond and spiked up behind a bandanna that covered his forehead, he certainly gave off a friendly air! 

"I hope you don't find me rude, but you sure don't belong in a place like this! No no no, you're way too cute!" He spoke with a smirk, his golden grin wide as he settled into the seat.

The girl looked up when she heard a much too happy voice, her slate blue eyes taking in his rather flashy appearance. He didn't seem to care that he was a beacon of flair, just begging to be robbed if he didn't watch out.

"I.. I'm here on my own accord." She answered rather carefully, not explaining her motivation or any other reason for being there. "I only came here for assistance, not for food or drink." She added, her gaze still lowered as if she was talking to thin air.

There was a certain fragility to her, as if at any moment, her skin would break if he breathed too hard in her direction. She appeared docile and meek, reminiscent of a doll, with porcelain skin and long flowing hair. A silver chain around her neck hinted at a necklace, but she had kept it tucked away from prying golden eyes. The elven man put his hands up and his jovial demeanor subdued, preferring to keep the conversation between them and not attracting double the attention from every eye in Lamia's Tail. 

"I could guess. That's about the only reason a girl like you would ever set foot in this crap hole." He offered a friendly smile and a salute. "The name is Ernest. And that's exactly what I am! If it's assistance you're looking for Missy, ten gold and you've got mine! I don't even care what the job is! I'll take care of it for ya!" The blond half-elf offered that same flashy grin, baring a couple of golden teeth this time.

"My name is Lily." She introduced when he gave his name, only finding it polite to do so. His offer was a bit more than she bargained for, as it was most of her money. She could still find a way to make more, if she truly needed it. He was friendly towards her, even if he was nothing but gold and grins. "The job I'm offering isn't difficult, but it is long. I need to go to Port Hollifern, down at Hollifern Bay. I can't go alone, so I was hoping... to, well, find help getting there." She said quietly, clutching at her apron as she looked back down at the table.

"Would ten gold cover the fee of escorting me all the way to Port Hollifern?" She asked, wanting to confirm the price before she made any show of money. She didn't want prying eyes to know just how much she had on her, so she hoped he'd accept payment when the job was done rather than her paying him now and having him abandon her halfway to her destination.

"The carriage routes don't go all the way to the beach, just town to town. I can't afford to take carriages the entire time." Lily mentioned, looking back up at him. It was true, as the carriages weren't equipped for long travel, but passengers from town to town. This prevented bandits from attacking carriages that needed to make long trips, so unless she had a personal carriage, it would be a trip on foot. Ernest rubbed his chin and chuckled.

"Ten covered my fee, sweet cheeks! That's my Ernest guarantee!" He said jokingly, giving the long haired girl a sly wink. He laid his arms down and four fingers drummed on the tabletop on a steady rhythm. 

"Port Hollifern... Hollifern... At the southern tip of Elestrona, Hollifern Bay?" Ernest questioned, curious and slightly taken aback. He blew a low whistle, looking at Lily as she gave a couple of nods.

"That is quite the journey..." Ernest seemingly mulled over just what was being requested of him here and came back with that same grin, "Ten gold and we'll be on our way... In fact, since you didn't just brush me off, I'll only ask for five gold upfront! Quite a steal, huh?" The blond half elf held out his hand to accept the money.

"You'll be in Hollifern in no time at all. That's my Ernest guarantee." He smiled broadly, as did his eyes, peering at the demure girl across from him. The way he was speaking made her all the more uncomfortable, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. He was the friendliest looking person in the room, after all.

"All right, five gold now, five gold when we get there." She agreed, pulling five gold coins out of her pocket, holding her hand out with the money gripped inside. She had to trust him with this, her own eyes unsure as she looked into his. He was friendly and charming in a fiendishly fox-like way.

"Have you been there before?" She asked softly, seeing as he knew where the bay was in relation to the city.

Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, she thought, her anxiety calming down now that she obtained a bodyguard. Ernest nodded to her as he took each piece of gold and bit down, testing its material. He gave a sheepish smile once he was done, each coin afterwards was polished off and pocketed.

"Habit I've picked up. Sorry about that, Missy. I've been all over Elestrona in my line of work. I typically go for the 'escort and delivery' sort of gigs anyway, so taking you from point A to point B is right in my wheelhouse!" He said as he stood up and bowed, gesturing toward the door. 

"We can be on our way now if it pleases the good lady! If you have any shopping that needs doing, get it done now, because as soon as our boots are on that dusty trail there won't be no stopping us!" Truly a golden beacon of enthusiasm Ernest was, wrapped up nice and almost too neat in a friendly bow. Naive was definitely what came to mind when it concerned Lily, a slight smile on her face as she stood up. She took a moment to check if she had everything still in her pockets and hidden on her person. There was all kinds of trickery based magic, so she didn't want to be completely deceived by this man.

"I'll need some provisions and equipment, but I have water taken care of." She told him as she followed him to the door. This went better than she had expected, though her new companion still had not earned her complete trust. The diminutive girl walked out of the dive bar, still clutching her apron as her heart pounded. Why was she still so anxious? The porcelain skinned doll with long indigo locks was followed out into the bright and shiny daytime rays, flanked by a ray of sunshine that was Ernest. At the bar well behind them, a fellow in white squared his shoulders and a lowered his head with a deep sigh well out of earshot of the two. Under his breath, his deep voice grumbled, "Dammit..." The bar goer downed his drink and tapped twice, calling for another without a word.

[growyourbusinesses]

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[mycustomcopper]

Copper has a lovely warm hue, and it is also a very durable material, which makes it the perfect choice for any furniture item. Is not only useful for creating appealing tables, but also other items such as copper farmhouse sinks, freestanding copper baths, and even wine racks. Whether you are looking to invest in a new dining table or anything else that requires a copper top, there are countless options available to suit your needs. Copper tables are great because they are durable, elegant, and can be used in any outdoor or indoor environment. The copper tabletop is usually hammered to give it a rustic look, have been immensely popular in recent years due to their elegance, durability, and cost-effective price tag. Picking out a dining table is not an easy task. It is a major decision and one that will affect the entire atmosphere in the room. There’s no right answer, but there are lots of wrong ones. When you choose, consider materials that don't chip or crack under pressure like Mexican high-quality copper and wrought iron base just like our copper dining tables.

[made-to-order]

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