Cauldron Troubles [Closed]

"....I really hope you have more of that hair growth stuff." Said Xanara to Peninni.  "I've been thinking about opening up a shop, and that stuff would sell well with the balding crowd." She brought a hand to her mouth. " I bet it would make a fortune~" 

Her head however turned directly to Denim when money was presented.  The Greedy demon smiled, licking her lips abit before shaking her head. "Pfft. One thousand  five hundred each?  So your trying to rip us off now as well?"  She glared. "I feel insulted."   She looked to Peninni as she spoke to her before shaking her head. "For such a shameful amount, the only advice I could give isn't good..."  She narrowed her eyes. "Though for three thousand.... I could give a decent enough bit of advice...."  Xanara looked over her hand and smiled, her magical aura whipping up around it, a green infernal flame billowing out from around her hand.

"But the question is..... are you willing to risk angering a demon with such petty payment? Or are you going to give me a decent check?"

”It may not suit the balding crowd so well, I’m afraid. I believe that my companion might have been playing a prank with a fake label, as that chalk has the odd restriction of only being able to grow mustaches,” Pennini said nonchalantly. It was at that point that a voice would enter the minds of all three women. ’Now would I go around doing something like that?’ Pennini tossed a quick look back at the roof to see Gete watching the group with only a single open eye. ”Hmph, don’t let that feigned innocence fool you. That cat can be quite a trickster when he wants to be.”

The witch took one last sip of her tea before dismissing the saucer and empty cup with another snap of her fingers. Xanara was turning out to be quite the shrewd business woman. Denim’s reaction wasn’t one she had expected though. For someone who was so eager to declare that they were the strongest one of the bunch, Pennini wasn’t sure why she was getting worked up over a little fire. Perhaps the concern was more for the child that for herself. The witch had never bothered to experience such a thing herself so the emotions surrounding it were a bit lost to her.

Denim sighed in relief as she handed over the cash to Xanara. The reason being is that Pennini went straight back into talking about the mustache chalk she had been given. It helped calm her and allowed to her become distracted once again from the more stern, possibly vindictive demoness at the table too.

’Now would I go around doing something like that?’ a voice stated amidst the conversation causing her to look up at the roof when Pennini did and point out their newest speaker. Apparently it was a cat. A black cat... Something all witches had. Her eyes lit up upon seeing him but instead of stand and try to go over to the roof she just smiled and stated, "That's such a cute cat! I can tell by the voice he's a fine male cat. But if he's a trickster can he do magic too?"

She had no way to respond to him directly with any sort of mental response so she gazed at her witchy acquiantance once more when she asked this question to her in order to let her know she was the one she wanted to speak to. It would probably be rude to the cat above her but she hoped he could live with it.

Xanara though had something to say in terms of advice so once she seemed to have taken it up, counted it, and placed it in her own pockets she did. Her words were softer and Denim now twisted around and leaned towards her in anticipation of what she might say only to find her warning her once more about demons. She frowned and was about to say something to her once more until Xanra shut her eyes and summoned flames into her hand once more.

They flickered brightly under the hot sun making the temperature around them rise though even though they did Denim sat there and listened. She let smoke swirl in front of her and almost breathed it into her nostrils as Xanraa told her to leave the planet, hide her child, and keep it safe from harm. The spell ended and after it did Xanara went back sipping her wine adding that the only other advice she could give was to, "Get rid of it."

Beads of sweat dripped down Denim's forehead and she gripped the glass off water on the table before raising it to her lips and drinking from it. It cooled her off and with a calmer mind she uttered while holding her cup, "That... That sounds rather ominous are you sure you are correct about this? Is it because someone will invade and destroy the planet soon, or is it because my child will be so strong they may be seen as a threat?"

She wasn't sure which it was. She looked down at her rotund form though and pet her tiny bump she then allowed her energy to surge through it and felt the child within her. It was not even fully developed but at the end of her first trimester she could already sense it had at least 3 power running through its veins. Enough to match a still a developing young man or woman. It shocked her a little but she wasn't completely surprised by it. She was beyond superhuman based on the fact she knew she had once dragged her own spaceship before and helped lift and move heavy parts of it on a desolate planet in order to survive. She had dragged it on Earth through a dense forest or jungle in the east. Now she was considering going back there because of all the places she knew of it was less populated as far as she remembered. Maybe that wasn't so anymore but if she had to it would be a good place to hide before maybe taking Xanara's advice seriously and leaving Earth entirely; something she accomplished before all this mess.

She smiled and bowed her head to both the witch and demoness and stated, "Thank you... If you don't want to answer me anymore in terms of questions or the future that's okay. I think I may take my leave soon and follow the demoness' advice. I know the universe can be a dangerous place so I think I might have the perfect place to head to, and you all, if you're not annoyed with me can come too. There's space in my ship over the hill for two." She pointed back at it and waited for their many answers to reveal themselves.

Xanara sat back, finishing up her win before looking to Denim. "You asked for advice kid." She said ."I gave it to you. Don't read into it so much." She stretched herself out for a moment then laid back ."If you want any more advice you had better fork over more cash. I don't do anything for free. As for leaving with you? Yeah no. I got plans here on earth and I can't leave until they are done. Not that I'd want to leave to begin with..."

She looked to Pennini and frowned. "Poo. Still though, they would make a good gag gift. Perhaps sell them to a magical shop and get yourself some money." She shrugged. She watched Pennini get up and chuckled at her answer towards Denim before speaking up. "If you don't want that wonderful smell to linger dear, I suggest you use a spell of some sort."

She looked back to Denim. "If you don't have any more money then beat it." She said. "You don't have much more to interest me."

”You came to the two of us with a question. You got that question answered. You then decide to take it further and request some kind of vague assistance for your unborn child, as well as for advice. You got everything that you asked for. I don’t see how that’s mean,” Pennini spoke casually as she watched the fickle woman walk off in a huff. She looked over to Xanara and shrugged her shoulders at the demoness. ”And this is the thanks I get for providing my hospitality when she barges in completely unannounced and uninvited. I swear, my kind can be a rather ungrateful lot if they’re treated like anything short of royalty.”

Pennini snapped her finger, causing Xanara’s empty wine glass to vanish. ”I actually have just the brew to clear up the stench. This isn’t the first time I’ve smoked myself out of my home,” the witch chuckled. If nothing else, this little diversion had been worth a few good laughs. ”I’d be careful. That delusional little girl looked like she meant business with that little warning about greed of hers. You had better give up your ways and donate that zeni to charity if you don’t want the unthinkable to happen. I’d become a nun if I were you, just to be safe.” The witch’s tone was dripping in sarcasm as she bit back even more laughter. She didn’t want to overdo it, but come on! Not only did Denim decide to pay for advice from a demon, but everything was laid out right in front of her before the transaction was even made! Was she insane?

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Things were winding down. She’d offer to let Xanara stay, but she still needed to clean up after the smoke bomb that had went off inside. ”It’s been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Xanara. I’d say this little experience of ours has been most enlightening. As much as I hate to shoo you away, I’m afraid I have some business to attend to. Feel free to drop by for a visit the next time you’re in the area though.” With that, Pennini tipped her hat to the demon before disappearing inside of her hut. That bottle had to be around here somewhere...


[Exiting thread. Zeni please.]