"Well, she's still alive." Sam leaned back in his chair, looking at the screen before him. It was the sight for the witch community; it was part of dating, covens, and projects. Sam was using it to check in with his enter. Who was very much alive.
"Yeah, that is going to be a very big problem," he definitely had to send a message to her or something. But by the gods, was he nervous about her reaction? "I'll send a message and cake." She likes cake, so that would probably buy him some brownie points. "Some brownies would be good as well." It wasn't hard to put in an order at a witch bakery.
It was witch cause they would infuse a potion or spell with the goods without making a mess. Mixing potions into food was harder than one thought. Cause the potion still had a chemical makeup. They could be very bitter.
After a few minutes of thinking about what kind of spell to add, then a certain memory. The first spell Sam actually learned." All alright, let's hope she doesn't get too mad." sighing, he turned around in the chair so he could face the floating formation of marbles. "how much of a problem is this?"
It was moving constantly, drawing in lust and changing it. Sam observed so far that it was condensing into something else. Sam didn't know for sure what, but he guessed that it was probably a different state of energy.
Turning away after placing a bucket under it, he started stretching to go on a run. He had a shift at the bar soon, anyway.
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"who sent me a cake?" she opened the first package and saw it was a cake, then the writing on it. "hey, I'm not dead, Prince of Night curses. Going by Sam nomad vegal!" she wasn't entirely sure how she felt at that moment; it really was a surprise to hear from him. he hadn't heard a thing in two hundred years.
For a moment, she was relieved more than anything, though she promised. She was definitely making some calls, not just to this brat but Sam's other allies, whom she knew were still alive. "the demon is going to be very happy when they hear about this."
Sighing, she sat down to have a slice of the cake she had received. She quickly detected the spell baked into it." Ahahha!" She couldn't help but laugh. The tickling spell was very well done." oh, it's that brat, all right."
The spell only lasted a few moments before she caught her breath, allowing her to think. The boy she knew wouldn't have done that. Hell, he barely wanted to learn what it meant to be a witch when they first met. Why she never knew" Maybe I'll learn this time around!"
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"look, we don't serve that kind of alcohol, it's cursed, and price gouging is a bitch." Sam tried to explain to the drunkard before him. She only hiccuped and demanded that he get her the drink she demanded. Still, Sam once again told her no. "look, I think you're too drunk, so how about some foo-" She splashed a drink in his face, and as usual, Sam had a very violent reaction to alcohol.
"Wow!" a customer shouted as the lady flew into their table, knocking everything over. Sam was over by their side in a moment," I'll clean that up right in a moment." then, he grabbed the lady by the leg and dragged her off to a sobering room.
Which was basically a locked room where she would be forced to sober up, then Sam rushed to change clothes before the alcohol made him do anything else." why the hell do I work in a bar!" he grumbled to himself, already knowing the answers. One such answer is that he could work from anywhere in this bar. No matter where he traveled, he wouldn't be out of range for a shift, which became even more important after learning his true age.
Someday, hopefully not anytime soon, every person he cared for on this island would die, and Sam would probably move on in his grief. Then Sam wants a place to work; if the bar is still open, he will gladly work here. "plus, it might help me build up a tolerance to this."
"can't keep throwing people across the room," he stepped out of the back with a new shirt and smelled of roses before he got back to work; the rest of the night went without incident, and Sam was able to head home.
Where he found the marbles still going at it, the bucket under it filled with some kind of liquid. Grabbing a spoon, he stuck it in. cause even though he was sure it couldn't permanently hurt him. But he wanted to go to bed soon, which meant not dealing with an energy so dense it warped a spoon.
"Alright then, in the hours this has been going, only half the bucket has been filled, so if I trade it out for something large, it should be fine until morning." then he went to bed and woke up with the bucket just about full." mm," I should move this over a tub or something, but better question am I going to do with it. I don't know any kind of use for it; Earth doesn't have this kind of energy destiny."
The closest he could think of was small puddles of mana so dense it melted all metal or, on a lesser scale, the blood of gods. But that was like comparing a hand crank to a nuclear plant.
'my lord, if you can't find a use on earth, how about a use of planet?' Sam blinked before knocking himself on the head slightly,' that is an excellent idea, let's buy some containers for it first.' it would be cheaper to order from space.
After making the preparation for that, Sam got the largest bucket he could and set it below the marbles to continue to collect the energy while he got ready for the day and worked out what size container they wanted.
Since Sam really had no use for energy at the time, he decided to sell it all to the lord of greed. She owns an auction house and more, which would mean she would not only be able to get it sold at a great price, but she also had the connections to make sure it was studied and used right. 'only the truly stupid or arrogant would try and cross her.'
"yeah, remind me, did I ask if she is a capitalist."
'no such practices are outlawed almost universally and hatted even wider; besides, she is a decent person, and that's all I can tell you."
"no, it's fine, as long as she isn't a capitalist, I'm not going to complain about doing work with her," he remember the last time he worked with someone who cared more about profit than lives. Man, was it satisfying to drop them out that stupidly over the top office of theirs.
"wait, I've helped them deal with several capitalists; why did that happen? He usually didn't make a mistake several times like that." acutely, why didn't he remember working with these people," great more memory erasing that came to bite me in the ass." sighing, he resolved to let the memories return in their own times.
More bits and pieces came to him over the course of the next few days while he was doing other things. Almost nipped his finger while he was dicing some fruit." I don't still have those stocked, right? It has been what thirty years since then. I was in Japan heading to China, yeh thirty years. Is the company still running." as he fished with the fruit he did a quick search online to find the company was still running have grown to a medium-sized company.
"Well, it doesn't look like it treating people too badly. Isn't that the guy I left in charge of my stock should call him." they had gotten along. It would be rude not to call him, and this was the reason he was going to call. Not the shit Sam left in Japan like this full-on samurai set he had; why or how he got it was kind of fuzzy at the moment, but he still had it.
"how much stuff have I got lying around after 400 years?" why did that just send a shiver down his spine? It wouldn't be that much, right? Then he thought about all the stuff he had kept in his four hundred years and the things he had brought to the island with him.
"Okay, I'm a hoarder, man. I hope nothing is broken." he could probably fix it either with his hands on magic. But it was a pain either way," grumbling more, he tried to remember what else he had around the world and how he was going to gather it all. Honesty, he could probably hire someone, spending the money he has unintentionally been hoarding.
'but first, I have to remember what I've stored, cause I'm sure some of it is dangerous,' like that thing he still had wrapped in leaves," should buy a chest for that." in fact, he opened his holo screen again and brought a chest it would fit in. following by checking his order for marble.
"All alright. Most of them are almost done and will be delivered." they worked fast, and Sam knew he was tipping well. After finishing meal prep for Tyrone, Sam grabbed a map and started trying to figure out the route he had taken in his years. "okay, so we washed on shore somewhere around the South African coastline. I remember the name of the first village we ran into. The first time, I got chased with a broom by that woman. The fact I was covered in dried blood didn't help me."
Traveled north for a while, taking what was needed to survive while trying to put as much distance as possible. Went so far we arrived at the northern part, don't know how long that took then, tried to sneak by the border guard but failed." he remembers being detained for a bit, they tried to put him in a foster home, he was too violent and almost went to prison if not for the witching hour.
After that he searched time for the person most important to him. At that point, he was in a foster home; it looked like a good place that Sam hesitated to take him back. So he stuck around in the town for some time. Living on the streets.
"but I felt so out of place watching him with such loving people, I left." he sighed, dark emotions flowing around his heart. He took a break to let his emotions settle and fade before thinking back," The next time at the border, I broke through and traveled up the continent into Europe. Where I started running into witches."
Due to the witching hour, he stuck around because their powers had shown similarities. Sam learned he was weird due to the other aspects. "then I got scared because of that and broke away," he sighed, thinking back to the witch who came after him. Trying to calm him and help him, eventually just capturing him,' I can't believe I bit her.' of course, she backhanded him.
He broke free some time later and started running back and forth along the land, but in doing so, he saw many things that gave birth to his wonder lust and the desire to see the world. When he stopped running away and running towards it.
"After that, I was just going where my interest wanted me to do, getting lost at sea several times." he sighed before saving the map and looking over it. What he did in what didn't look like too much, but seeing as he traveled it on foot for the most part. It just meant he put a lot of time behind it. "Well, well, it helped me build up my ability to survive in the wild."
Sighing, he leaned back, trying to think about what he had done at that time and if he had picked up anything of interest." Lots of rock and bone" was the first thing he thought of. The rocks cause he just thought they were cool; the bones were from everything that he killed. But none of that stayed around.
"hey, Sam, what are you doing?" his dad asked as he walked into the room. Non-pulsed Sam, lying on the ground staring at the ceiling," trying to remember all the stuff I kept over the years where I put it." there was some cave between Russia and China where he left a lot of bones.
"how much stuff do you think that is?" Sam shrugged his shoulders, thoughts moving to China, where he got into a lot more fights. They had a bunch of ghosts and demons warding in that area; he found it incredibly irritating and painful. Lashing out into the space around him.
He got the shit knocked out of him by this chick who wore a fucking boulder hammer. She then brought him to a doctor who treated the four energies traveling and clashing through his body. They tried to teach him some kind of control, sealing off the ghost, demon, & witch's power.
Sam didn't want them, and when the night came, he showed them his true power, broke out and then with a goal of trying to understand." they had given me a curiosity to my power that I hadn't known." since then he spent..." how long did I go at this he sat up and tried to think, pulling up the may and marking libraries he visited.
Read raided and sometimes got his ass kicked.
"Okay, that's about a dozen libraries along the content, on foot or even flying, for at least a couple months. Probably could find some article about those attacks." as he started looking for them, he tried to recall more than flashes of these, even other than the vague impression of, 'I did this!'
"σκατά," he swore in Greek as several articles popped up. "oh, that is bad," his dad commented, reading over his shoulder with a plate of cookies. " the lawyer is not going to like that, racing the headline of the articles.