Username: Crystalsetsuna
Character Name: Sailor Amatheia

Item: MP Amulet
Quantity: 1
Cost per Item: 600

Item: HP Potion
Quantity: 1
Cost per Item: 200

Item: Weighted Die Amulet
Quantity: 1
Cost per Item: 1500

Total Cost of Purchase: 2300

Princess Thalassa of Amatheia stepped delicately into the shop her expression and eyes almost somewhat dazed, her princess gown conspicuous in the darkness of the building and the simplicity of the wooden structure against the elegant complexity of her regal oceanic dress, made from long sheer fabrics and ribbons, bedecked with pearls and gems, her Amatheia Crystal as ever in its place of honor and protection on her chest attached to the bodice of her gown, glowing gently in faint pulses like the rhythm of the waves and in the colors of a sun lit ocean.

She distantly remembered being in this place before, but it felt more like she was remembering a dream she could only half recall. She had been here before, hadn't she? Or was she only imagining it? She couldn't be sure anymore, but somehow it felt like it didn't matter. She drifted through the store, a small nod her acknowledgment of the Crone's greeting as she headed towards the back of the store where the shelves of items were, almost as if she were following a pulling sensation.

Her immensely long hair trailed behind her on the ground, yet did not get dirty. She supposed the Crone may have been good about keeping her store clean, but then since it was so quiet and empty, perhaps she had nothing better to do than clean. But she hadn't time to dwell on what the Crone might do in her spare time when no one was in her store.

She was drawn, perhaps once again or perhaps for the first time, to the shelf in the back that held the different types of amulets. She looked them over quietly, admiring the beautiful things before one in particular accented with blue shining gems caught her attention, and she recognized it almost immediately without having to read the tag that held its description.

The amulet that had kept her powers strong, that ensured she maintained a connection with her planet. It had been of use on Andromeda, that much she could clearly remember. If she was to take on another mission like that, it would be a great asset. She couldn't recall if such a mission would occur anytime soon, but then it was better to be prepared, wasn't it?

She touched the MP Amulet gently with her fingertips, feeling the coolness of the metal and the facets of the gems before lifting it off the shelf gently, the weight of it in her hand somewhat comforting for some reason she could not fathom. Then she moved sideways a few steps, ignoring the armor shelf. She had no desire for such cumbersome things, as interesting perhaps it would be to have metal items of her own. The benefits they might provide were of no interest to her. She had never been much of the physical fighting type and she was not about to start any century soon.

Then there was the shelves of potions, and here she paused to examine the items sitting there. Bottles of blue, red and green. Her nose wrinkled slightly in distaste as she remembered her time on Andromeda again. She had taken the red one and it had tasted utterly awful, but it had given her new strength in her weary body, enabling her to be able to take on the Chaos Seed.

Battles against Chaos could be exhausting, and she would need as much strength as could be mustered if she was to continue defeating it. She remembered the healings of Achelois which had helped immensely, but she could not depend solely on the healer, especially since there had been other senshi she had to care for as well in the group. And a healer may not always be there if Amatheia became physically exhausted again.

A moments hesitation brought on only by remembered disgust before she picked up the red bottle of HP Potion and settled it safely in the crook of her arm. She had no desire to find out what might happen if she broke merchandise before purchasing it. In fact the idea made a chill of fear run down her spine, though she couldn't understand why.

She was about to head to the front of the store where the Crone was when her eye was drawn to another shelf. She distantly recalled she had overlooked it the last time she was in the store, dismissing them as useless to her. But she remembered the events on Andromeda, and the many times she had bee unable to attack while somehow being easily attacked. She slowly moved to the shelf, and looked at the tags, labeling the little odd shaped multifaceted things. Many of them seemed to be what was called die, and had interesting effects.

Yet the shelf next to it held chips of wood and little acorns, all engraved with a symbol she didn't recognize. She looked from one shelf to the other and back again, torn by indecision. Which was better? They were of roughly the same prices yet had very different effects. She stood there for what felt like an eternity, trying to decide which could be of more use to her. In the end, the pull of the die proved stronger than the wood and acorns.

She focused solely on the die now, musing over the descriptions. Some of the terms she didn't even understand. But some unknown, unseen force was guiding her, drawing her attention to the amulet that rested on the shelf.  The unknown presence was telling her without sound through a feeling this would serve her well in future events. She bit her bottom lip a moment before she decided to trust the sense she was feeling, and picked up the Weighted Die Amulet.

Satisfied now with the items held safely in her arm, she walked back to the front of the store and laid the items carefully on the counter, smiling at them then the Crone. “I would like these please.” She said before she laid out the necessary points, shining and shimmering in the dim light, on the counter next to her purchase.

"Thank you," the crone replied, not quite snippily, taking both the points and the items from the young looking woman, "You'll get 'em when you need 'em."


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