[ludster]

   

"Well, shall we keep the ball rolling then, my curious audience?
I'm sure many of you are standing in wait to find that special item you yearn for.
   
A flower cared for a grown by yours truly. You wont find this anywhere else.
To bewilder yourself by such a flower, even the most beautiful of roses has the sharpest thorns.
Whether it be alchemy or artificing, or mayhaps something far more than artisan ship, this will take you far.
Something that magi simply cannot resist. One that feeds off of the very powers they uphold.
Surely, you'll feed this well. It's as if it were a part of me I'm willing to peddle.”

 

   

  

Okabe's Avarice [SHIELD]

1892AC - Forged by the Primordial of Wealth

Before a blackened bloom unfolds the confound and complex curls of a beauteous rose. Bearing the slightest tinge of blues,
the shady visage of a flower curls forth with an odd and alien persistence within its conflux.

  

Excreting the vivid scent similar to that of a rose in bloom during the tides of Spring, such a foreign thing bears no notations
or writings exhibiting its existence; primed merely as something that exists yet bears no resemblance to any worldly bud.

  

Such a thing were not grown upon soil like flowers of norm. Instead it seemed to have been manifested as a completed item
in an instant. It yields not to wilting, merely thriving despite the lack of a venerable roots, sunlight, or nutrients.

  

All it siphons is the very hand that graces its stem.

  

As a plant that seeks to quell and consume mana, the very essence of a magi's touch seems to provide it life. Like a leech, its
bite is subtle, yet the drain noticeable the longer one dares to grasp its thorny form. And, in response, the rose shifts in color;
it alters, garnering the hues connotative to the very magic absorbed from the holder.

  

All inspired by the namesake of its progenitor and their specialty. A bloom native to a foreign place.

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