Fic: Shopping
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meridian_roseTitle: Shopping
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Helena
Pairing/Characters: General Series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 416
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse prompts A Problem That I Cannot Explain; Ghouls and Beasties; Three Wishes
Summary: The self-aware characters visit a stall but they're not sure what they require
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
"What can I do for you, sir?" the merchant asked, rubbing his hands together and pasting on a smile.
Sullivan looked over the wares which crowded the stall. Knives, jars, bottles of spices, a pile of fabric, some dried fruit…it was quite the eclectic collection. "I'm not sure."
"Is there something in particular you are looking for?" the merchant persisted.
"I have a problem," Sullivan said at length, "which I cannot explain."
The merchant stared at him. "Sir, I assure you I am discreet –"
"It's not that I don't wish to explain. It's more that I cannot."
The merchant eyed him suspiciously. "Why not?"
"Because our creator, despite Her infinite creativity, has not yet decided on the details."
The merchant sucked at his teeth for a moment. "Do you think She will figure it out soon? Because I can wait ten minutes, but after that I am going to lunch."
Helena pointed to an ornate vase. "What's that?"
"Ah, you have a good eye," the merchant gushed. "It is a magical artefact."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course it is."
"Yes, yes," he insisted. "It will give you three wishes."
Darcy cleared his throat. "I wouldn't," he advised. "There's always a catch and you end up using your last wish putting everything right again."
Helena took a step backwards. "I suppose you're right." She gestured to the merchant. "If it's so magical, why is it gathering dust on your stall? Why aren't you living in a palace or something?"
He glowered at her. "Maybe I wished for a nice well stocked stall!" He folded his arms and looked proudly at the group. "Someone has to provide goods to you travellers. Heroes still need food and medicine and weapons! You can't eat gold and you can't kill ghouls and beasties with rubies!"
He had a point, although it didn't take long for his pride to get dented when Sullivan said, "You can kill things with treasure. Certain, er, beasties, hate silver."
"That's a myth," said Helena but the merchant and Darcy both said, "No, it's not!"
Meanwhile, Sullivan reached for a dagger, which had odd runes etched into the blade. "This is nice."
"Put it down," Darcy said sharply. "It's probably cursed."
Mumbling, Sullivan laid the dagger back down. Helena shook her head in mock horror.
The merchant spread his arms, a frown creasing his brow. "Are you going to buy something or not?"
Darcy gave him an apologetic smile. "I think we'll come back later."
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Helena
Pairing/Characters: General Series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 416
Prompt: For the
writerverse prompts A Problem That I Cannot Explain; Ghouls and Beasties; Three WishesSummary: The self-aware characters visit a stall but they're not sure what they require
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
"What can I do for you, sir?" the merchant asked, rubbing his hands together and pasting on a smile.
Sullivan looked over the wares which crowded the stall. Knives, jars, bottles of spices, a pile of fabric, some dried fruit…it was quite the eclectic collection. "I'm not sure."
"Is there something in particular you are looking for?" the merchant persisted.
"I have a problem," Sullivan said at length, "which I cannot explain."
The merchant stared at him. "Sir, I assure you I am discreet –"
"It's not that I don't wish to explain. It's more that I cannot."
The merchant eyed him suspiciously. "Why not?"
"Because our creator, despite Her infinite creativity, has not yet decided on the details."
The merchant sucked at his teeth for a moment. "Do you think She will figure it out soon? Because I can wait ten minutes, but after that I am going to lunch."
Helena pointed to an ornate vase. "What's that?"
"Ah, you have a good eye," the merchant gushed. "It is a magical artefact."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course it is."
"Yes, yes," he insisted. "It will give you three wishes."
Darcy cleared his throat. "I wouldn't," he advised. "There's always a catch and you end up using your last wish putting everything right again."
Helena took a step backwards. "I suppose you're right." She gestured to the merchant. "If it's so magical, why is it gathering dust on your stall? Why aren't you living in a palace or something?"
He glowered at her. "Maybe I wished for a nice well stocked stall!" He folded his arms and looked proudly at the group. "Someone has to provide goods to you travellers. Heroes still need food and medicine and weapons! You can't eat gold and you can't kill ghouls and beasties with rubies!"
He had a point, although it didn't take long for his pride to get dented when Sullivan said, "You can kill things with treasure. Certain, er, beasties, hate silver."
"That's a myth," said Helena but the merchant and Darcy both said, "No, it's not!"
Meanwhile, Sullivan reached for a dagger, which had odd runes etched into the blade. "This is nice."
"Put it down," Darcy said sharply. "It's probably cursed."
Mumbling, Sullivan laid the dagger back down. Helena shook her head in mock horror.
The merchant spread his arms, a frown creasing his brow. "Are you going to buy something or not?"
Darcy gave him an apologetic smile. "I think we'll come back later."
