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There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COCKED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO THE SIDE.  he took the woman’s words as a compliment, even if he hadn’t been expecting them.  ❝I don’t think everyone would agree with you there, but most of them are … stuck up in their ideas and morals.  People who are willing to look past that tend to think I’m pretty smart though.❞

HE KNEW HIS STUFF.  he knew weapons, he knew how to kill.  You could put him in an empty room and he could still come up with three ways to murder someone else.  At least.  People like Jimbo wouldn’t appreciate that.  Or Slim Jim would pretend he didn’t appreciate it because he’s ❛morally❜ ❛superior❜.  Whatever that was supposed to mean.  ❝ It certainly fits you well.  Looks like it was something you were meant to have.  And in this town, you can’t ever be too careful when it comes to protecting yourself.  Most things take it as a - stay outta my way and I’ll stay outta yours.  But sometimes things get weird. ❞

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With a small laugh, Yennefer shook her head in amusement, “Yes, well, most people tend not to agree with me on many of my standpoints. No surprise there.”

While she absently examined the other weapons on the table, she thought on his words. How were people here managing to unknowingly spew things that boiled down to be about destiny? Even if it was a figure of speech, Yennefer was starting to hate the idea of ‘meant to be,’ even with something as minute as a blade. It didn’t crush her spirits too much, as she was much too pleased with her find. 

His advice made well enough sense; it was similar to how certain cities were back on The Continent. People were still people, after all. Her hands retreated from the weaponry, and fingers tapped against the edge of the counter, “You sound like you speak from experience. What sort of weird?”

yennefer’s intro

I think I just saw Yennefer Wilczynski (she/they, cis woman, 96). she’s a canon character from the witcher. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in may 2021 after attempting to track down her daughter, ciri, and hold off the wild hunt. now she’s working as a customer assistant at the bubbling cauldron. still, she does have that overly confident, bitten lips, mess of dark curls, lilac & gooseberries vibe about her.

[anya chalotra. more information at bottom of post]

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“Remember-- magic is Chaos, art, and science. It is a curse, a blessing, and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us.” 

--The Witcher, Blood of the Elves

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Can you tell me your name?

“Yennefer of- ahem Wilczynski.

Where are you from?

“Vengerberg, in Aedirn.

What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last I remember I was carding through some dingy library looking for a certain... important piece of information.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“No. No, everything seems to be intact

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I did indeed. I work at the Bubbling Cauldron. Its not what I would prefer, but it’ll do for the time being.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“Once I saw a witcher weaving flowers into a young girl’s hair. That's quite a strange sight. 

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Powerful, talented, ineffably beautiful-- at least, they would, if I had any friends.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“If you see a certain tall, white haired, brute, send him my way.

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Find a mini bio, personal details, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[midna] [river] [samwise] 

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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NOT EXACTLY FROM AROUND HERE.  that seemed like most people in this town.  Hell, the Doctor was here.  Sure, not one he’d ever watched but the Doctor nonetheless.  This town was spiraling in its mysteries and magic, and the more Dean healed from his own pain and nightmares, the more he wanted to explore all of it.  ❝ I’m not from here either.  Where I’m from, crystals like this work more like a placebo than anything.  Course, I’d never tell my sister that and if I can find spells to make them actually work, I would use them. But here - ❞

HERE HE WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF THE CRYSTALS REALLY DID HOLD SOME KIND OF LATENT POWER.  one that he definitely didn’t want to mix with other conflicting powers.  ❝ Thank you, really.  I’ll probably pick out a black tourmaline and red jasper then and see which works the best. ❞  He took his time, seeing which of each he was drawn towards before picking them out.  He placed them on the counter, then paused.  ❝ This is going to be a strange request, but you don’t happen to have any woods here do you?  I want to craft a coreless wand for the project, but there aren’t trees around that work for what I’m looking for.  I was going to check the nursery, but if you have poplar, pear, or fir that would be wonderful. ❞

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Magical items were, in Yennefer’s experience, temperamental. Conditions, stipulations, and specifications all had to be in conjunction, and that was made even harder for her to mentally calculate now she was on a different sphere. It was hard for her to say anything for sure here. 

“I’ve no clear idea on the power of them in this place, either, but belief in something alone can be powerful in its own right.” Spells, so he could use Chaos as well. There were more magically adept people here than Yennefer had originally thought, though she didn’t know if it was comforting, or something to keep an eye on. “I’m glad to help,” she wasn't particularly, but that's what a good sales associate would say, so she made it sound convincing enough. 

It took a moment to think on his question. Six months there, yet some of the store’s contents remained a little elusive. In fairness, it was brimming with a wide variety of things. “I don't know if you've noticed, but everything here is a little strange, myself included,” her voice was light. Taking a little walk around the center, Yennefer stopped in front of a shelf with a small selection of different, variously shaped, woods, and gestured loosely with her hand. “Do any of these meet your needs? They look like they could be wand shaped.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS.  hobbit.  Hobbit!  Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot.  He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this?  Or even thought about it?  When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here.  Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.

❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞  i’m not human either, not fully.  Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew.  Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that.  ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad.  My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it.  My ma though.  I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing.  She was an angel, I swear. ❞  He chuckled, shaking his head.  ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.  It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  I don’t believe I caught your name.  I’m Remus. ❞

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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”

He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”

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.·:*¨༺  BILL  ft.  river

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BILL FELT FRUSTRATED .  no , that wasn’t the right word for it .  It was a jumble of emotions that ranged for sorrow to curiosity to frustration at the world to just plain curiosity .  River Song .  Bill knew she’d travelled with the Doctor ( though she didn’t know to what extent ) .  She knew that Nardole had known her from the way he had occasionally stared at her photograph with sorrow and love .  And here she was in front of Bill , yet she held no memory .  Parallel universes existed ( very obvious to Bill now , though Jenny had confirmed it ) .  Was it possible that this was River Song , but some River Song from a different parallel universe than Bill and the Doctor ?  Or was it just the memory loss stuff that apparently happened here .  ( Bill was grateful the only memory loss she seemed to have was how she’d gotten from the hospital room to here . )

   ❝ Maybe you did travel .  If you don’t remember much , who’s to say .  You look like the kinda person who would travel .  It’s in the eyes , you know ?  It’s how I knew the Doctor had travelled and seen a lot - their eyes gave it away . ❞

   She bit her tongue at the idea of Nardole being French .  She suspected that he’d get a kick outta that if he’d heard , and thankfully he wasn’t here to hear it and be insufferable .  ❝ Nah , Nardole is the least French person I know .  He’s like - my weird uncle but in the cool way not in the creepy way .  I was told once when I described him like that that I needed to specify that . ❞

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In the eyes. There was something for that. She had noticed it in the Doctor’s eyes when they had first met (though she couldn’t quite define what ‘it’ was). Maybe Bill had a point. The girl was very perceptive, and seemed to have a knack for piecing things together. Perhaps that's why someone as strangely intriguing as the Doctor had taken her in.

River flashed a smile. “I seem like the well traveled type? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With a soft laugh, River looked over to her, “Specifying that is decently helpful, I’d think.” A moment later, she had found the perfect rug. If River were being honest, she was about to lose hope of finding one in the stack. Yet this one was a perfect fit. “This will do nicely. What do you think, Bill? Pretty?”

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Hearing what people did around the town was interesting, and one of the parts he liked best about working at the pub. Not that Sirius was unfamiliar with Muggle jobs, but it was always a refreshing change to hear about people being truck drivers or salespeople as opposed to aurors or Quidditch players. But clearly one thing that did not change was that work could be hard no matter what job you did.

“Oh, sorry to hear that. Good on you for owing a business, because I know I couldn’t do that. Too much responsibility.” Considering Sirius had been avoiding responsibility for much of his life, he did not think he would be cut out to be in charge of a business. “What kind of business do you own? And what can I get you to drink? You can tell me about the former while I get the latter.”

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The barkeep was friendly, which was a relief. Sam didn't know if he could stand another bump in the road today. The last thing he wanted at this point was unpleasantness. His smile went a little less tired, and a little more genuine. he shrugged nonchalantly, “Aye, thanks. It certainly keeps me busy.”

“I’ll have your best ale on tap, whatever it may be,” he replied, without needing to think about it. “I run the Dwarven Nursery on Llwyn Tylwyth Teg. I sell houseplants, plants for the garden, things to be used for medicinal purposes, and the like. I also work to make sure people around here can have access to more, erm, uncommon plants, if you take my meaning, sir.”

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN COULD UNDERSTAND THAT .  he’d often been dragged away from what he was supposed to be doing because he got distracted by a creature or flower or even just a tug in his powers .  It’d let to some nasty shit sometimes - someone getting hurt , him getting kidnapped , you name it .  But he’d found incredible things because of it too .  He’d found places where magick flourish and bled from the earth itself , where animals moved with freedom and ease , where flowers bloomed in the dead of winter .

  EY SHRUGGED , letting themself debate the words .  ❝ I suppose you could call it an escape attempt .  I couldn’t sleep , so I decided a walk out here might calm my mind enough . ❞  It might make him forget all the memories that weighed on em , that kept sleep away on nights like this .  ❝ I know this probably isn’t the smartest place to walk around especially at night but … ❞ Ey shrugged .  Magick was common here in Sallow Hills , but he wasn’t sure if someone else would understand why he was so drawn to the woods .  There was a magick here that called to em , that begged them to come out and be amongst it .  It was a magick unlike most that ey had felt and seen over the years , built so fully on chaos .  ❝ I’m Merlin , by the way , ❞ ey hold their hand out for her to shake .  ❝ What brings you out here ? ❞

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Midna dispelled his comment about the safety of the forest with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t too concerned with such things. If anything happened, she would simply cross that bridge when she got to it. She had always been a more ‘live in the moment’ type of person, after all. 

“I’ve always liked a bit of excitement, but I haven’t run into much trouble so far. I’ve had many people warn me how dangerous this place is, I’ve lost count.” The woman moved to shake Merlin’s hand. She had a good handshake. How could she not after years of lessons and even more years putting it into practice in court? A queen had to have a good handshake. If it weren’t, what would that say about the person behind it? “Midna. Pleasure to meet you, Merlin.”

She smiled at em as she let go of eir hand. Midna tried to think of a good explanation for what she was doing. It was a bit hard to put into words even to herself. “I suppose I’m just mulling a few things over. Lots to think about. The forest has been the best place for me to do that since I got here. It's the closest I can get to home. Besides, it's a beautiful night.”