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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Jun 9, 2014 15:29:29 GMT -5
Rosalie Dylas was very confused. Which was not an uncommon thing, in all honesty, but right now she was a very special kind of confused. Rosie had been happily walking with Morgaine, imagining all the lovely dresses she could buy with all the money the nobles would give for their keys and lockboxes. She was so excited she started humming and walking with her hands out. Then things happened. Rosie wasn't sure how to describe the things that happened at all. Some really weird thing crashed into a cart. Rosalie stared for a second. Well, longer than a second. A lot of seconds. What the heck was that? Why the heck was that. She took a couple steps toward it, looking like a moth enraptured by a flame. She stopped when she heard Morgaine's voice, yelling at someone or something, though that is what Morgaine usually did. "Hey, Morgie, what's that thing?" she asked, pointing at the lump of metal. Before Rosalie knew it everyone in town was around her. She loved people and busy streets but she did not love this. She didn't like what the air felt like. So many people. Rosalie supposed a weird metal thing making a crash would attract people, but it wasn't like someone was murdered in a coat closet or anything. But all these people... that meant customers! She fetched one of her more simple keys from her hidden dress pocket. Always had to have wares on you, never knew when oppunrity would strike. "Are you interested in a key?" she asked the general populace than gave her key a long hard wind up, and then threw it. She smiled. She was getting better at her sells pitch. "Oh wait.... You have to pay for that!" she chased after the key leaving her business partner behind. Rosie is confused and asks Shinko what the heck is up with that weird metal thing. Then she tries to sell her keys by throwing it at some Lizica
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Post by Shinko on Jun 9, 2014 16:10:43 GMT -5
Morgaine didn't even get the chance to answer her partner's question before the younger girl had taken off. The old woman watched the rather Rosalie throw a key into the crowd that had amassed around the crash site, and shook her head with a crooked smile. That girl never changed, but at least she kept things interesting with her antics. And she had plent of enthusiasm, even if she lacked something of common sense. "Here. Would ya keep pettin' this one? I'll start workin' on the other."Morgaine turned back to the four-armed ape man who had agreed to help with the horses, and nodded. "Surely. You've a good hand with the beasties, lad. You got a name? I'm Morgaine, I work at the Lock and Key shop around the corner." She reached up, running her hands soothingly down the uninjured horse's neck and resting her face against it's cheek. Though still shaken, it lipped her clothes affectionately. She lifted her face again, watching with interest as the ape man splinted the other horse's leg. "I hope the cart owner comes back; I don't have any place to keep these fellows. Though I suppose one of the visiting nobles might be willing to take them?" “What happened here?” a new voice asked- young and female. Morgaine turned and saw a woman standing near the edge of the crowd, and the old woman winked cheerfully, continuing to pet the horses. "Spot of commotion, it seems. Short version is that some fellow in a big metal carriage crashed it into this other one, and now we're trying to sort it out since all the drivers ran off." Her grin broadening, Morgaine added with a glimmer of humor, "Also my buisness partner is selling keys, if you're interested in one." Morgaine watches Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) throw a key and run off, not bothering to answer her question since she's not interested enough in an answer to stay nearby. Morgaine then follows the instruction from Omni to keep the other horse calm, introducing herself and asking his name. She ponders if one of the local nobles might take the horses into their care since presumably they'd have the facilities to care for them. Then she overhears Ginz ❤ asking what happened and explains as best she can. Then she jokingly suggests that Corinne buy a key from the overeager Rosalie.
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Post by Layla "Nimbus" Karimi on Jun 9, 2014 17:49:02 GMT -5
“Oh it's a stick shift, I tried driving an automatic once, but it was just unnerving,” the foreigner said in response to Clarissa's question. She blinked and took a closer look at the carriage, as if studying the contraptions within would help her decipher his meaning. I tried to drive an automatic... So the man was a carriage driver of some sort? His clothing, while dirty and tattered now, was of an elegant enough make for him to at least be directly employed by a very wealthy family. But if he was a carriage driver, rather than some sort of carriage pusher, then where were the animals that he drove supposed to go? “Say, you think you can get this fixed? Engine's gone, probably needs a new one, I -really- have to get back to work or my boss will flip, I can't get fired man. I guess you take VISA, it's not completely max'd out yet.”The man interrupted her thoughts with this new string of information before shoving a card made of the strangest metal she'd ever seen into her hand. Before she could tell the foreigner that she didn't think the local moneychanger converted veesas, he turned to address the crowd at large. Clarissa frowned thoughtfully as she turned her attention back to the carriage. She supposed it made sense that the foreigner would want it fixed by the town blacksmith, considering how much metal was used to make up the thing. This didn't change the fact that she couldn't repair a piece when she'd never seen a working version, though. Perhaps the master smith -- “ How much do you think repairs will cost? I might just buy a new one if that's cheaper.” Clarissa shook her head. "I'm afraid I've never seen a carriage like this," she admitted somewhat abashedly. "I'll have to ask my master about the extent of repair and cost. Although if you're looking to buy a new one, I'm afraid we don't have carriages like this in Kyth." As if all this wasn't enough to take in, an aging man wearing the symbol of House Stallion approached the foreigner and started rambling about the future. Clarissa's pulse quickened at the thought of this for a moment, but then she remembered herself. While it was true that this man's machinery appeared to be rather complex and was apparently related to some automatic version, time travel was a nearly unheard-of branch of magic that was too difficult and dangerous for any sane mage to take part in. The nobleman then claimed to have " visions of the future," which only further convinced Clarissa that he was not to be believed -- while future sight was at least a somewhat more common branch of magic than time travel, she rather doubted that House Stallion of all families would bother to foster such an ability. And so she chose to ignore what were most likely excuses for the proud old man to not recognize the foreigner's machinery and clothing (if not signs of outright madness). Instead she beckoned the other blacksmiths to come check over the carriage. Hopefully one of them would know something about its make -- she didn't know how quickly the foreign man expected them to be finished repairing the busted pieces, but if they could manage it, they were bound to make a nice profit from such an intricate project. Clarissa tries to figure out what the heck Thundy is talking about and wonders if anyone at the smithy knows how to fix the metal carriage. She tells Tony that she doesn't know the cost of repair, but that he won't be able to find a replacement in Kyth anyway. When Celestial starts telling Tony about how he must be from the future, Clarissa dismisses his claims on the basis that time travel is a fool's endeavor and House Stallion would never have a seer among its ranks anyway. She then gets all her blacksmith friends to come check out the carriage, because if they can fix it that will mean money, yo.
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Post by Killix on Jun 9, 2014 17:58:59 GMT -5
The sheets felt unusually scratchy, the mattress was strangely hard and the whole bed was cold. Kirin rubbed his eye with the palm of one hand and groped around sluggishly for his pillow with the other. He had awoken much later in the morning than usual, with a soreness throughout his body that was no doubt the result of the previous day's work. Kirin's hand found something - the underside of the wooden frame that made up his bed. He was on the floor. With a sigh, he lifted himself into a sitting position. How had he ended up sleeping on the floor? Splayed out on the floor with the rug draped around himself as if it were bed sheets. At least no one had found him like that, that would've been embarrassing. The Stallion manor at Medieville seemed just a little more quiet than the one back home: There were no maids trying to clean and prepare his bed while he was still sleeping in it, no early morning commotion to wake him, no servants offering to help him get dressed. (He could do that by himself, thank you!) Yes, there certainly were less people here attempting to cater to your every whim - He liked that. Sure, this stuffy manor was no substitute for his favourite garden, but if he found some inspiration today, he might even be able to finish a painting. He made a mental note to prepare his art supplies later. Kirin pulled himself onto his bed, and winced again at the aching pain; a reminder of the large trunks and other heavy luggage he had moved around the previous day. The carriage trip to Medieville had been relatively uneventful. Relatively. The sun's rays shone hotter than dragon's breath, and Kirin had made the mistake of mentioning how refreshing a sweet glass of honey water would be right then. Garrick, approving of the idea a little too enthusiastically, immediately demanded the servant boy riding with them to bring one to him. When the servant had tried to explain that they had no honey water, Garrick ordered him to "Go home and get some!" by tossing the poor boy out of the moving carriage. They were down one servant when they arrived. When Kirin witnessed two maids struggling to lift a heavy trunk, he insisted on helping. "Helping" turned into "carrying most of the things" when it was apparent that the Stallions didn't travel light. His body ached all over again just thinking about it. - Finally freshened up and dressed, Kirin tied up his hair in its usual pony tail secured with a silver band decorated with the Stallion emblem, and then put on his favourite golden dragon hat. He made a final few adjustments to his appearance in the large and ornate standing mirror in his room, making sure that he was as presentable as a Stallion was expected to be, and then, finding that Ambrose, Lucinda and Garrick had already left earlier, departed the manor. Kirin wakes up later in the day than he usually does, sore from doing heavy lifting the previous afternoon. Finding Stallion's Medieville manor quiet and the servants unobtrusive, he hopes to find some inspiration for painting. He dresses and leaves the manor.
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Post by Omni on Jun 9, 2014 19:09:40 GMT -5
"Surely. You've a good hand with the beasties, lad. You got a name? I'm Morgaine, I work at the Lock and Key shop around the corner.""Name's Orrin. Pleased to meet ya," he replied, making a mental note to bandage his cut arm once he was finished with the horse's leg. "I'm a bone healer, as ya can see. Visitin' from Kine for the funeral." He tore the cloth and tied the bandage off, making sure to tie it so it wouldn't come loose, stood up, and promptly began wrapping the cloth around the arm that the horse kicked. He took a moment again to be glad for his extra arms. "I hope the cart owner comes back; I don't have any place to keep these fellows. Though I suppose one of the visiting nobles might be willing to take them?""Eh, who knows," Orrin said, adding a couple more layers to the bandage. "Don't think the nobles will take a lame horse, and even the good one needs some cleaning up. But, eh, we'll do what we can, won't we?" he said, giving Morgaine a smile. He turned and looked over when a girl asked what was going on. "Spot of commotion, it seems, Morgaine replied. "Short version is that some fellow in a big metal carriage crashed it into this other one, and now we're trying to sort it out since all the drivers ran off.""Yeh, got some stuff to patch up," Orrin added, laughing to himself at the pun as he tied off his bandage. "Hope we can find the driver and make sure he wasn't hurt. Or at least figure out what to do with these horses." He glanced over at the cart, trying to assess the damage. "Don't suppose he'd mind treating the horses to some of the carrots that got broken. Or anythin' else he prob'ly can't sell." Orrin introduces himself to Shinko as he finishes up the horse's splint. He then starts bandaging his own arm, telling Morgaine that they'd probably have trouble giving the horses to a noble, but that they should still try to help the horses out. He hears Ginz ❤ asking what happened, and after Morgaine speaks, adds that had like to make sure the driver isn't hurt, or at least do something with the horses. He suggests treating the horses to some of the damaged produce from the cart.
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Post by Lizica on Jun 9, 2014 19:48:38 GMT -5
"Did you hear that crash?" "I sure did. It sounds like this game has started off with a bang!" "That's a real shame." "Oh? What makes you say that?" "It should have ended with that bang instead!" "DOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Summoned from his workbench by the sound of a great commotion outside, Aldrich set aside an unhappy lump of clay and poked his head outside. On ordinary days, the streets were usually fairly busy--but today they were caught in a veritable tumultuous clamor. People were running to and fro, comforting horses, dodging unmanned wheeled carts, pushing enormous slabs of metal down the road, and dancing with--ah! Nobles! Aldrich had been ready to duck back into his studio, but if the nobles were out, maybe he could convince one of them to buy something? He quickly cast his eyes around his studio for something sufficiently...innocuous to sell. He plucked up one of his nicer lidded vases and hurried outside. "Excuse me, milady," he said, approaching a young noblewoman in a powder blue dress. "I hope you're enjoying the sights in town. Might I interest you in some fine local crafts and sculptures? I have a lovely vase here which I think you'll find to be quite a--" Aldrich was cut off as he lifted the vase's lid to show off the inside, and one of his carved birds burst out of it--a startled little marble chimney swift. With an angry cheeping, it furiously swiped at his dust-covered face. "Ow, stop it, Stippling! Stop it, go back inside, I'm sorry I disturbed you!" The bird darted off in a huff, flying in circles above him before diving back into the studio, and Aldrich nervously turned back to the young noblewoman, if she was still there. "I'm, ah, terribly sorry about that, I, uh, hope you've not been--AUGH!" And then a key flew out of nowhere and thwacked Aldrich right above the eye. The key bounced off and jingled to his feet. "Oh wait.... You have to pay for that!""I--what?" Aldrich sputtered, looking about the market for the key assailant, holding his eye in one hand and his empty vase in the other. "I--but--you threw it at me!" "Stop complaining!" called one of his marble busts from the window. "You've finally met one of the key characters!" "And that's more than we can call anyone else in this dump!" "DOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Standorf and Waller continue wisecracking. Aldrich hears the commotion and goes out in an attempt to sell some of his wares to a young noblewoman ( Kristykimmy). One of his marble birds attacks him, and then Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) throws a key into his face. Yessir, this is shaping up to be a good day for Aldrich Finnegan.
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Post by icon on Jun 9, 2014 20:31:22 GMT -5
And then Kelcey Kidde barged in. Aines almost cared about accidentally offending the kid for a moment. Sure, he was completely asinine, but that didn't mean that he deserved to hear a talking bird insult him behind his back, right? Right? Of course, that changed the moment the kid clapped his sights on, much to Aines’s genuine surprise, girl. Another girl. Who, you know, wasn't Destiney. That was kind of a Pretty Big Deal. Aines rolled his eyes. "Oh, Woo on par." If the kid liked somebody else, more power to him, the goatherd would get out of his feathers and everything would be just fine. Just fine, of course, until you considered Destiney. She would be heartbroken. Devastated even. She who spent the past several weeks pining over this boy, only to discover his fickle tendencies? It would tear the entire kingdom apart. He couldn't stand the kid, but if Destiney's love became unrequited then all of Kyth might be in peril, what to do, what to do—As if constrained by the laws of narrative, a trill of background music appeared out of thin air as Aines began singing: "So he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer Okay, he's really more like a spoon Trust me, House Ascension knows its birds And that Goatherd is a total loon
"But if that old Kelce loves someone else Then no amount of my snarkin' Will stop this sordid love affair From turning downright Petrarchan…
"She’s sappy, he’s soppy, they’re a match made in hell The kind of 'ship that just can’t float But if Destiney gets caught up in tragedy, well— All of Kyth goes to bits—man, that really gets my goat!"He resisted the urge to do a snappy dance-and-choreography number before launching into the second verse: "Playing go-between to a fool and a queen Is a pointless task and a bore But with Destiney reeling over poorly-timed feelings We would all be screwed, and so much more
"There’s a conflict of interest here, I would say Both doomed if we don't or we do This shocking twist is too big to be missed Oh, Aines, can you follow through‽
"She's clueless, he's foolish, there’s no chance it would work That's quite a lesson to be learnt by rote, But I can’t help but feel I’ll end up going berserk If all of Kyth goes to bits—man, they really get my goat!"After a moment, Aines coughed sheepishly, then searched for someone to talk to who wouldn't try his patience. Ah, there was Ilsa Wright, the innkeeper. He hopped down, landing on a table near her and fluttering his wings to gain balance. "Miss Wright, I take it that you must be in good spirits. The king's death is a tragedy, but it certainly doesn't hurt your business, does it?" Aines sees that Avery has fallen for yet another woman; realizing that this change in interest could have disastrous results for the kingdom, he launches into a song, then tries to take his mind off it by talking to Isla Wright ( Elcie).
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Post by PFA on Jun 9, 2014 20:52:47 GMT -5
Before they could get a response from the innkeeper or the large-statured woman, a loud CRASH! echoed through the air. Everyone in the inn seemed startled—Jeniver herself jumped, the wand in her hand charging with energy out of instinct. "What was that?!" "I'm... not certain," her mother blinked. Some people hurried past them to investigate the noise, and Jeniver frowned. The sound was loud and unnatural. Perhaps someone's spell had gone haywire? But what kind of spell would cause such a strange sound? Or maybe some people from that anti-magic House had one of their weird contraptions go wrong... it was hard to know. "...Well then." Her father cleared his throat. "I'm sure that can't have been too important. One way or another, we should be on our way." "All right," the innkeeper said with a bow. "I hope you enjoy the sights of our beautiful city. Might I suggest dinner and drinks at the King's Arms tonight? We do have a back room for private dining, so no need for Your Lordship's family to rub shoulders with us common folk.""That sounds wonderful, thank you," her father replied with a pleased smile. Glancing back at his family, they seemed to be pleased, as well. "Let's be going, then." Jeniver was all too eager to leave the inn. Partially because she didn't want to spend too much time with all these smelly peasants, but also because she was curious about the mysterious noise. It was unlike anything she had ever heard before, and she couldn't help but feel like it was important somehow. What could it possibly be? She wanted oh so desperately to find out. But before she could get the chance, they were stopped by Lord Everett's cousin. "Lord Everett requests your presence for a council meeting," he said. "Oh." Jeniver's father blinked. "What time?" "Right now, actually." "Well, I suppose we'd better get to that, then." He turned to his wife and daughter. "Viewing the town will have to wait until later." "Aww..." Jeniver moaned, as her parents dragged her off to the meeting—insisting she was too young to go off into town on her own. Why oh why did her parents have to be on the council when there were potential adventures to be had? --- Jeniver was bored. Though her parents had insisted on dragging her along for the meeting, they told her that she was too young to actually participate in the meeting, and had her wait outside while everyone else was discussing important things. If only she were a little older, then maybe her parents would actually let her do things on her own for a change. With nothing better to do, she ended up wandering further into the house, exploring. Maybe there was a nice big room she could practice her magic in... Jeniver and her family overhear Thundy's car crash, and wonder what that mysterious sound is! They say farewell to the innkeeper ( Elcie) and head out to explore the town... only to be stopped by Marson, who invites them to Dan's meeting with Tiger and Terra. Jeniver is pretty put-off, wishing she could have gone to see the crash site. Even worse, her parents drag her to Marson's house for the meeting, but won't let her attend the meeting because she's too young. So she wanders off into the house boredly, wondering if she can find somewhere to practice magic.
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Post by Zylaa on Jun 9, 2014 21:46:41 GMT -5
"Welcome, traveler! You've come to the right place! Got a special deal on today, what with poor His Majesty's funeral coming up and all," said the woman who must have been the innkeeper. Ruth frowned a bit when she heard the price of the special deal--things in the city were more expensive than she had thought! It was a good thing those thugs in the last inn had been so generous with their money. Ruth was able to easily count out enough for a night's stay. "Pardon us. Please let us through." Ruth obligingly stepped to the side, then did a double-take as she saw who was passing by. Nobles! Nobles from House Jade, even! No wonder this inn was so expensive. Maybe tomorrow she'd take lodgings in a cheaper inn... no, no, she corrected herself. You're on your adventure now. Chance encounters with nobles are exactly what you need. And if you run low on money, you can always find the closest bear-baiting arena and do a couple shows. Unfortunately, by the time she finished this heartening inner monologue, the nobles from House Jade had left. Maybe to go check out what that loud crash had been. But that was okay. They would be back. Ruth's room was serviceable, although the bed was, of course, smaller than what she was used to in the ancient Bjornflingr homestead. Ruth was too excited to take a nap, though, even after the long journey and eventful morning, so she returned to the common room, purchased some ale, and settled down for sharp-eyed people-watching. Her destiny could arrive any moment. She heard a quick shuffling noise much like the noise of an excited dog bounding towards its owners after they had returned triumphant from an overnight bear hunt. "I just met you, and I love you."Ruth's first instinct when startled, like any good bear wrestler, was to put things in a headlock. She lunged, but stopped herself just in time when she saw that the speaker was a scrawny young man, not anything even resembling a threat. "What," he breathed, "what-- what is your name?"Ruth frowned down at the young man, removing her hands from his grasp, gently so she didn't break any of his bones. He had a surprisingly good grip. Was this a joke? A spell of some sort? And then it hit her. These things happened all the time to young heroes. Whenever a young hero went out into the world, young folks of the hero's own age couldn't help but swoon. It probably had something to do with the aura of ineffable destiny. Ruth beamed, not exactly at the strange young man, but into the middle distance somewhere about a foot over his head. First the nobles, now this! Truly, her future was all but assured at this point. Of course, for now, she had a dirty, eager boy who smelled like goats at her feet. She tried to choose her words carefully. "I'm...flattered. But you don't actually love me. It's destiny confusing you. You should probably go away." Okay, that maybe sounded harsh. "Or...have ale! Yes, have ale. I have lots of it." She waved the pitcher in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. A bit of ale splashed on his face. Ruth is convinced by the sight of PFA and the House Jade nobility that her heroic destiny is arrived, and even more convinced when Avery falls at her feet professing love. But she feels kind of bad for Avery and attempts to dissuade him gently. Attempts being the key word.
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Jun 9, 2014 23:59:09 GMT -5
Corinne's question was answered by an old woman, who winked at her and said "Spot of commotion, it seems. Short version is that some fellow in a big metal carriage crashed it into this other one, and now we're trying to sort it out since all the drivers ran off."The alleged 'metal carriage' was the weirdest carriage Corinne had ever seen. She had difficulty believing it would be an effective way of transportation. It was oddly-shaped and seemed quite small and plain looking. Definitely not fit for royalty, she decided. She wondered if perhaps the driver was some kind of inventor or something, and how many drinks at the local tavern it had taken him to come up with the idea to build that."Also my business partner is selling keys, if you're interested in one.""Keys? What kind of keys?" Asked Corinne, intrigued. But her attention quickly diverted as someone else spoke up. "Yeh, got some stuff to patch up. Hope we can find the driver and make sure he wasn't hurt. Or at least figure out what to do with these horses."The one who had spoken was a four-armed ape. Corinne, having never traveled far from home at all, had never seen such a creature before. She realized she hadn't listened to a word he had said, as she had been distracted looking at him. She tried not to stare too much, she didn't want to be rude, but her eyes kept wandering back to him. "Mhm," she said, nodding, pretending to have paid attention. The day had been filled with unusual sights so far, but Corinne trusted none of that would interfere with the funeral tomorrow. She had high hopes it would be a fate-changing day. Corinne finds out what happened in the crash (thanks to Shinko), although she thinks the "metal carriage" involved is really weird. Then, she takes a look at Omni and finds him unusual as well, because she had never seen a four-armed ape before. She hopes the unusual events of the day won't interfere with the funeral tomorrow.
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Post by Birdy on Jun 10, 2014 1:37:33 GMT -5
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.With a muffled groan, Arthur swatted drowsily at the irritant. It gave a soft “Nyeeh…” of protest and resumed its licking. Opening one eye, he was promptly greeted with a tongue to it. “ Gyaaaah!” Flailing, he scrambled away and somehow managed to get half-way to his feet… …just as he reached the edge of the hayloft. With another yell, he toppled over the side, landing with a thud on the ground. The goat in the loft simply began to chew on the edge of his cloak, which still rested on the pile of hay Arthur had been sleeping on. With a groan, he lay there, eyes closed, trying to figure out just how injured he was. He didn’t think anything was broken – at least, he sure hoped not. He seemed able to move his legs, arms, and neck without too much pain after a few moments, so there was that. Stiffly, he was finally able to get to his feet. Rubbing his back, he hobbled over to the ladder and began to climb back up to the loft. (The ladder was slanted in such a way that made it easier to roll or slide bales of hay down to the ground level. Unfortunately, that also meant that other things – such as a goat – could also easily climb up. ) Arthur reached the loft and headed back to his makeshift bed, to find the goat chewing happily on his cloak. “No!” he cried, lunging forwards and prying the goat’s mouth open and removing the cloak. “ Mine,” he declared as the goat bleated in protest. He shook it off and checked it for damage. Nothing irreparable – a few stitches should take care of it, if he even bothered to fix it. It wasn’t that bad of a tear, after all. Sighing, he folded it up and stuck it in the rafters, out of reach. It would only get in the way while he worked, and he could always retrieve it later if he ended up needing it. Speaking of working, it was late. Much later than he’d intended to get up – the sun had been up for a while now, it appeared. If he was going to earn his keep, the least he could do was get up on time. Descending the ladder and exiting the barn, he went to find his hosts to see what work he could help with today. Arthur may have only been a peasant, but he was loyal to the late king Starmey nonetheless. When he’d heard of the king’s unfortunate demise, he knew he had to do whatever it took to get to Medieville for the funeral. And he had. But once he got there, he realized he had no place to stay. Thankfully, the Kidde family had been gracious enough to let him sleep in their hayloft, in exchange for helping out around the place. And so it had been for the past few days. But now, with it being the day before the funeral, everyone was starting to pile into town. Arthur stood to the side, observing all the new arrivals. There were many nobles, and even some peasants like himself. He was fairly certain the city hadn’t been this busy in a long time. A slight rumble from his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten yet. (He’d opted not to eat with the Kidde family that evening – it was nothing personal, just that goat meat didn’t set well with him. And goat heart was a whole other story… ) He fingered the few coins in his pocket. It might be enough to buy a few scraps of food for himself for supper, but if he could only earn just a little more… he might be able to give some monetary rent for the duration of his stay as well as helping the Kidde family out. And he’d found the best way to earn money in a pinch was to sidle up to a noble and offer to carry their bags. Spying a rather disgruntled-looking noble, he made his move. “Penny ta carry yer bag, sir?” he asked, putting on a more peasant-y accent as he matched the noble’s pace. (His natural accent, alas, tended to sound more Noble than Peasant. His parents worked for some nobles, and he had picked up the accent from them, just as they had from their employers. ) The noble scowled, muttered something about all the “filthy, money-mongering peasants” and walked faster. Arthur sighed and slowed his pace. He knew when a target wouldn’t be acceptive. He’d just have to try someone else. And so it went for most of the evening. As he wandered through the Merchants’ Market, he was just about to give up and buy some supper for himself with what money he had, when he heard a tremendous CRASH! come from somewhere near the King’s Arms Inn. Breaking into a run, he dodged pedestrians as he made his way towards the commotion, cloak trying to billow behind him as he ran. (It had limited success with all the people in the street. ) By the time he arrived, however (why now, when he was in a hurry, did everyone want to stop and ask him for directions?), whatever had caused the crash appeared to have vanished. He glanced around, wondering if he could find someone to tell him what happened, but most everyone seemed to be occupied with doing something or talking to someone else. (He hoped this would not become a habit - arriving late to the scene, after the important things had already taken place… ) Arthur arrives to the scene of the crash 15 minutes late with Ye Olde Starbucks.That morning, Arthur is awakened by a goat licking him. He flails about and falls out of the hayloft of Avery and family, who are letting him stay there for the funeral in exchange for him helping them out around the place. After work, he heads to the city and earns some money for supper (as he dislikes goat meat) by carrying bags for the arriving nobles. Just as he's about to finally buy himself some food, however, he hears the crash of Tony Rayne's car, and runs to see what happened. By the time he arrives, most everyone has left, however, or is otherwise distracted, thus rendering Arthur unsure of who to approach as to what happened.
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Post by Kozma on Jun 10, 2014 1:56:14 GMT -5
Ignotus saw a strange, tabby cat dart by his feet; it was quite different from any of the other felines found in the Kingdom of Kyth. As Ignotus watched the odd animal bolt over to some wooden stakes and climb on the roof of a nearby building, another strange creature appeared, tripped and fell ungracefully in front of him. This creature was humanoid in appearance except it had orchid-colored skin, lavender hair, pointed ears and glowing amber eyes. Ignotus turned his gaze upon this individual as she looked at him, whimpered softly and attempted to pick herself off the ground. Despite her weird colors and odd facial features, she was strangely beautiful. Ignotus didn't know what to make of this thing that just happened to fall right in front of him. As she struggled to get up, Ignotus grabbed her by the upper arm and forcefully lifted her to her feet. "Be more careful," he coldly stated as he let go of her arm. Now normally, Ignotus would not have bothered to socialize with anyone any further but the creature's strange appearance seemed to get the best of his curiosity. He looked at her closely and asked, "Just what are you?" Ignotus helps Kaldora Verdana ( Coaster) to her feet and asks her what she is.
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Post by Draco on Jun 10, 2014 2:27:04 GMT -5
Davorin relaxes in bed staring at the ceiling. He was getting a bit bored. He all ready spent time to refill his supplies, and returned to the bed again. Now he was getting restless. "Bah." He sits up. He wasn't going to sit around all day, he was going out. Before he reached the door however there was a tapping at his window. Looking he saw a small bird. He smiled. "Ah, Kari." The small black bird tapped at the window again. Kari was a strange flightless bird. It was sort of like a small fat chicken, or maybe more like a round feathered ball... But where it lacked in flying, it made up in running, even if it looked unrealistic with it's tiny little legs. Davorin used Kari as a way to get jobs and news on the city. He had informants all over town who would tie notes to Kari in code, and then the little bird would seek out it's master. Davorin opens the window, allowing Kari to run up his arm and sit on his shoulder. He reaches up and unties the note. "Hmm, not much is new... Houses gathering... That can be interesting. Strange metal chariot? Oh what do we have here? Looks like there are no new bounties." He burns the note, making sure it was all gone before walking back to the door. "Come on Kari, we have some work." -- It doesn't take him to long, but soon he reaches his destination. Walking into a alleyway he starts to rummage in some wood piles. Within minutes he had a small booth built in the opening of the alley. He kept the booth materials in several alleys to set up when needed. He liked to be prepared for different things. The sign on the front of the booth read, "Kill la Kill" and on the counter were... Baskets of flowers. The name and items for sale don't really add up to most people, but he had his reasons. Those who knew about the strange flower seller knew the flowers were just a front. Occasionally he would receive some real work at the booth. He sat back on a wooden crate and waited for some work, while Kari danced on the counter. Davorin was bored.
Davorin has a little friend named Kari. A fat little ball of feathers, who is apparently a bird of sorts.
Davorin reads a note.
Davorin sets up shop.
Kari dances on shop counter.
The dance is more of a random hopping while it chirps, "Ka! Ka! Ka Kari!"
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Post by Kristykimmy on Jun 10, 2014 7:38:56 GMT -5
Lucinda was still watching the chaos unfold, a smile on her lips, amazed at how different things seemed here. Back home, Grandfather would have sorted this out already, or if he wasn't there, Aunt Isabelle. Lacking both their presences, Uncle Garrick would probably have ordered them all to the dungeon for creating a scene that upstaged his dancing. Her attention was diverted from the car accident by a merchant hurrying out of a shop and running up to her, carrying a lovely vase. "Excuse me, milady, I hope you're enjoying the sights in town. Might I interest you in some fine local crafts and sculptures? I have a lovely vase here which I think you'll find to be quite a—"He removed the vase he was showing her and a bird jumped out, flying around peeping angrily. Lucinda giggled as she watched the incensed bird shower the unfortunate merchant with abuse before flying back into the shop. "I'm, ah, terribly sorry about that, I, uh, hope you've not been—AUGH!"Once again, the unfortunate merchant was cut off, this time by a key striking his face. Someone somewhere was shouting about paying for the key. The merchant protested this, only to be heckled by someone from within his shop. Taking pity on the unfortunate merchant, Lucinda put her hand into the pocket of her dress and searched around. Yes, Dolly had put her purse in there. She pulled it out and opened it, it was full. “That vase is lovely, good sir. It will make a fine present for my aunt,” Lucinda said, taking the vase and paying him for it. “Good luck with your business.” Vase in hand, she turned around to look for Garrick. She didn't spot him, but she did see her great-uncle. He was talking to the owner of the metal carriage. Lucinda bit her lip, knowing that Ambrose was often prone to strange lapses of consciousness. Should he even be out on his own? Suppressing a moan of displeasure, she walked over to him. But do you know of somebody named Amy? She would have been an alcoholic who was murdered, this might be in your time." Ambrose was saying. “Great-Uncle Ambrose?” Lucinda said, laying her hand on his shoulder. “Should you be here? You're saying strange things again. Have you had one of your spells? Would you like to go sit down in the inn?" Lucinda pointed to The King's Arms across the street. "I'm sure a drink would help you, and we could find someone there to summon a carriage to take you home.” Regardless of what Ambrose did, it seemed to her that her duty was to make sure Grandfather's brother was looked after until she found Garrick again. She slipped her free arm through one of his and tried to smile. Lucinda is approached by Lizica who tries to show her a vase, only to be assaulted by first a bird and then a key. Lucinda buys the vase to give to Isabelle when she returns home and then notices her Great-Uncle ( Celestial) talking to Tony ( Thundy). She reluctantly joins him, afraid he'll have one of his spells and embarrass himself.
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Post by Avery on Jun 10, 2014 13:02:03 GMT -5
In the background, as Kelcey gazed adoringly into the massive woman's eyes, there was a song. He did not hear the lyrics-- only the jaunty tune-- but he was sure that it was someone belting in honor of this beautiful situation: this meeting of lovers, of soul mates, of he and this muscled woman. She was his everything. Already he knew this intimately, like a mother knows her child's cry; it was part of him, and he was part of her, and they were meant to be, the two of them. He waited with bated breath as she gazed down at him. His heart thudded in his ears as she opened her chapped, sunburnt lips and said: " I'm...flattered. But you don't actually love me. It's destiny confusing you. You should probably go away." A beat, then she hastily added: " Or...have ale! Yes, have ale. I have lots of it."And then some of her ale splashed into his face!It was frothy and lukewarm against his freckled skin, and a bit of it dribbled into his mouth. Stale, like Ilsa's ale always was, but... it had come from his beloved's cup! He savored the droplet lustily, then licked the remnants from the corners of his mouth (sultrily, of course). All the while he stared into her eyes-- gorgeous eyes, albeit presently riddled with... what was that emotion? Confusion? Yes, Kelcey decided, confusion; but then, who wouldn't be confused, to have their soul mate appear to them so suddenly? The woman was probably overcome with feelings, poor thing! "My dear," he said, as she set the pitcher back down upon the table. Though she'd earlier wriggled her hand out from his grip, he reached back out towards her, lacing his fingers around hers. What lovely fingers! Larger than his-- and not just callused, but scarred-- oh, his sweet, she had such a dangerous past! His heart panged as he thought of all the trials and tribulations his sweetness had probably endured through her life, to end up dirty and scarred and alone and guzzling ale in this decrepit inn! Ale only, no food: my, she had to be starving! "My poor, beautiful dear," he went on. "O, Woo has forsaken you-- has led you to this desolate inn all on your lonesome-- but I am here for you now, forever and always. You shall never be alone again, I promise you. Because you see... my heart is full of love. My heart's full of song--" (somewhere from the rafters, a song still was being crooned) "-- oh, no! I'm doing everything all wrong, oh Woo for shame! I do not even know you name!" He let go of her hand, then scanned the room, in search of an inn worker. "Ilsa!" he cried. "Or Xavier! Or anyone! My giantess is starved! Please, get some mutton stew for her at once!" He gazed back at his beloved and patted her comfortingly on the knee (her knee was the size of his sister's Daria whole leg, practically, he realized adoringly). "Worry not, my pet. I've mutton stew coming for you soon." Kelcey continues wooing Ruth ( Zylaa). Realizing she looks starved, he cries out for Elcie to bring her food.
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