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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2012 22:38:27 GMT -5
Star script just starred at him, yeah, he's crazy. "Well, you storm in here and started popping corks, talking about-about how there are no dead ponies around here like it this place was something from Foals of the corn, Freak out over the price of the candles, Pass out then freak out over your fez falling off your head and accuse the fine miss here of stealing, and apparently want at over 70,000 bits or more worth of of potions...And you just called a dream catcher a 'spider webby thing' if your not nuts, I'd hate to see what crazy is!" She finely snapped in a rant, studdering as she went at times, visibility shaking and out of breath from the long winded rant. Clearly talking for long periods of time and anger where not something that went well together for the mare.
She took a few shaky breath collecting her self and looked over to Trixi looking apologetic. "I do apologize for all this. ...I... Don't normally snap at strangers in public.." she huffed then looking back to Retort waiting for more insanity to ensue.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Oct 18, 2012 18:23:40 GMT -5
Once more, Retort was dismayed by the mare’s accusations. He couldn’t comprehend what her problem was, he was simply inquiring about purchasing a few of her wares – what type of odd business was she running. It certainly wasn’t very efficacious of a business strategy, maybe it was some new fangled fad out of Manehatten. Perhaps it was working though, as he still wished to purchase something from her. He had to know the secrets to her potions.
”So… I gather you don’t offer bulk discounts?” He confusedly inquired, ”Well then. I see how it is… I’ll instead just take one of each type of potion you offer minus the web-thing. I’ll take one of the candles instead, are they scented by any chance? I’d love one in cinnamon.” He smiled, looking at Star Script like a clueless puppy. He exuded innocence, foal-like almost, yet somewhere behind his eyes it appeared he might very well be enjoying this.
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Post by The Great and POWERFUL Trixie on Oct 25, 2012 20:42:37 GMT -5
Trixie just stood a fair distance away from the increasingly volatile confrontation between Star Script and Retort once again. She idly tried to whistle in an attempt to fool herself into breaking the awkwardness. It came out as a messy mix of puffing noises and reverberating sighs. She never learned how to whistle as everypony, both mares and colts, were always whistling at her wherever she went. She found that rather odd. It also didn't help that she was more focused on listening to the one-sided conversation than her sad attempt at whistling.
Her ears perked up and she ran a hoof over her ears and down her mane when she was indirectly mentioned in Star Script's rant. Man, this was getting really weird. All Trixie wanted to do this morning was get her potion supplies and hunt out a teacher in the refugee camp near the town. With any luck, she would find Twilight Sparkle, make a sloppy apology with as few 'The Great and Powerful Trixie's in it as possible, and then get on with the extensive training regimen that Red had burdened her with weeks prior.
Star Script ended her rant, and Retort responded in the most passive aggressive wat imaginable that Trixie almost couldn't believe him. He ignored Star Script and continued naming his shopping list as if nothing had happened. Trixie gave a genuine facehoof. This was absolutely nuts, and Retort seemed to be enjoying it. What a sneaky little...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2012 22:51:30 GMT -5
Star Scripts ears folded back like a cats and her eye twitched slightly hearing his response. She took a deep breath and figured it was best to hurry and get him out of the store before he tried something that would make her do something she would regret. "Fine." she answered in a passive and growl mixed voice, retrieving the items he requested to keep from anymore insanity and stress from ensuing.
She mumbled some numbers as she brought up the price on the cashier, and with a ring of the bell there was the price, still expensive, but not as bad as it would have been if he had taken everything. "want it in a bag..?" she asked as if she felt she was degrading her self.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Nov 1, 2012 11:42:17 GMT -5
”Oh, yes please!” Retort exclaimed with an unbridled whinny, ”Can’t rightfully carry them all cluttered together, can I?” Rhetorically asking with an absurdly pleasant smile. He hoofed over the bits for the merchandise, loosely, the coins spilling out onto Star Script’s countertop. A few sticky buttons and dried specks of what could only be best surmised as crushed petals to Poison Joke was also mixed in with the coins.
He took the merchandise, thanking Star Script and stating quite plainly he would be back again, which to the mare may have sounded like a threat. He turned to leave, nodding to the blue mare, Trixie, before exiting with his bag dangling from his mouth.
Retort immediately galloped back to his shop, shaking with uncertainly. Another alchemist selling hoof-crafted potions less than trot away from his own establishment did not bode well for the pony. He had a plan though, break them down and see how they were supposedly entirely safe to drink. Preposterous, he kept telling himself. Perhaps she was a fraud, telling these poor ponies there was nothing to worry about. Ponies had a right to know that what they are drinking could cause their eyes to bleed and experience Jelly-Hoof. He couldn't wait to get testing.
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