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Who: Phibrizzo and OPEN
When: September 4th, between 10am and 4pm (just specify when your character is stopping in)
Where: The Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery
What: Business at a magic shop
Warnings: Probably no more than PG

The Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery had two selling points that distinguished them from other magic shops in the city: the magic amulets with spells pre-loaded into them, and Brass Rackets - a sport from the co-owners' world that used enchanted rackets. Neither item required magic ability. Other wares in the shop, such as their selection of magical herbs, ritual items, and other supplies, were for people who were actually magic users. However, the amulets could be used by anyone as a self-defense item against the Darkness monsters, and the rackets depended on the user's strength of will and force of personality.

At the moment, Phibrizzo was placing some of the magic amulets in a sturdy clear glass cabinet that locked. Spotting someone approaching him from the side, he turned to greet them.

"Hello. What can I do for you, today?"

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"It depends on how big your place is," said Phibrizzo. "And how much damage it already has from the Darkness. Most apartments without a lot of Darkness damage will be about fifty to one hundred dollars to Darkness proof. We'll also do check ups on the Darkness proofing to make sure everything is in good condition and to repair anything that needs it."

Regular maintenance of the Darkness proofing was why he was allowed to live at the Uzushio for free without question. The inn needed to look spotless and fresh, uncorroded by the rotting Darkness.

"Tennis is...close," Phibrizzo replied with a little laugh. "It's kind of like a cross between tennis and boxing. You're supposed to to try to knock your opponent over with the ball."

"I live in the Tower, how much would that cost?" He was almost afraid to ask. It wasn't really the classiest joint in town.

Dean takes a look at the racket, picking one up and turning it over in his hand. "Well, that's a spin on the sport I haven't heard before. If it was more like that back home maybe I'd like it more."

"We can take a look and give you a free estimate," Phibrizzo offered. "How bad is the Darkness rot, from what you can see?"

It was always worse than it looked, but how it looked was a good start for being able to estimate the cost.

"The rackets are enchanted so they're powered by willpower and the force of your personality. It's pretty surprising who winds up being really good at the sport, sometimes."

"Paper's peeling, a few stains on the walls," he shrugs. He'd been in worse places.

"Neat. Wouldn't mind watching it sometime."

"Probably about one hundred dollars, then," said Phibrizzo. If there wasn't noticable leaking, then the Darkness proofing hadn't completely deteriorated yet, and it would be easy enough to repair it.

"There are some professionals who can focus so well that they can smash boulders with the ball. Xellos actually played in the semi-finals of the most recent tournament!"

"Would you be willin' to take payments? I'm good for it." Dean takes another look around the shop. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad guarding the merchandise. Looked like they needed it. "Good for him."

"We can do that," said Phibrizzo. It helped that they'd be hiring Dean for work themselves on occasion. "And since you'll be doing some work for us, I'll take five dollars off the price for every person you refer here."

Fortunately, Darkness proofing was a service people had to make appointments with. But there were a few things that might appeal to others as something to steal. He'd been forced to stop Bender the robot from taking a racket.

"Sweet," Dean takes a final look around getting the dimensions of the place worked out in his head so he'll be able to guard it better. "Sounds good to me."