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Post by Lady Moose on Dec 30, 2013 22:20:02 GMT -5
Thomas Hampton
As the two girls spoke, Thomas just sighed, closed his eyes, and let his body be carried by a warm gust of wind he conjured to carry himself. "Come on now, ladies. We've gotta hurry it up or we won't get to town in time for my belated afternoon nap. You wouldn't like me when I'm tired..." Yawning, he curled up on the little cloud of warm air and started in the direction of town at quite a slow pace. Turning to face up at the sky, he observed it through the foliage, light seeming to flicker on and off through the leaves and densely packed branches. Ah, how easily he manipulate it. Bend the trees to form anything he wanted. But Thomas dared not do anything so grandiose. Only he and some deeply scarred villagers knew the real reason why he couldn't go home. The real reason he had no place in their little town. And that past was shrouded in doubt and anger and blood. Ah, yes. He much preferred napping. It was less dangerous if he only did mundane things with his magic. Healing the occasional stranger's wounds with the priest's ancient magics. Giving bread and fresh water to the needy. Volunteer work for churches and hospitals. But the shivering boy who lost control of himself still lived inside, trapped behind a ruse that did not allow him to grow or change. And sometimes he got out and caused trouble. Which was precisely when he split town and found a new place to live, somewhere no one would recognize him anymore. Somewhere he could be nobody...
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Post by Lady Stark on Dec 31, 2013 8:35:47 GMT -5
Bella looked at the hand and swatted it aside. She was in pain, and she was in a bad mood. Usually Bella was friendly, but it was obvious she was put off by the attack. "I can get up by myself, thank you very much." She hissed, staggering to her feet while she rested a hand on a nearby tree. "I will tag along, yes. It seems I have no other choice." Her eyes flicked to the lazy man who had curled himself up on a cloud of warm wind. She frowned, narrowing her eyes. "I agree with him, despite the lazy ass he is. We should get going unless we want to be attacked by bandits again."
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Post by Dussie on Dec 31, 2013 15:35:43 GMT -5
Mika nodded. "Sounds good." She followed the floating cloud and Rusty behind the three. "So, Bella. You don't exactly look like you're from Balefall. Not with that complexion. Where do you hail?" She said in an attempt to strike up conversation. She didn't seem like she wanted to chat but Mika sure did. Maybe she'd add another friend to her roster? Thomas and her had met in an uncommon manner, and they were friends, so why not Bella? She was so pale, too. Her skin looked like snow compared to the tan/brown that covered the elf. Either The Barren or Northboro, probably.
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Post by Dashie on Dec 31, 2013 16:34:21 GMT -5
Once the town was in sight, Tara stopped to put on the trousers she had bought to cover her mechanical legs. She then wrapped them in a nice fabric she had... erm... liberated from some bandits who thought they would rob her. It was nice, with large swaths of baby blue and a deeper blue. She debated on whether or not to remove her earrings, but decided against it. Her pockets were covered now and afternoon was rapidly approaching. She needed to secure a room in an inn before it was late, her exoskeleton needed repairs and she needed to know what to get. She marched into town, and looked for the nearest inn. It didn't take long for her to find it, and she entered. It was awful busy already, and that meant she'd have to play it cool. There was no need to panic or call anyone any slurs. What were the slurs again? Bah, she could probably handle this. She just hoped that the manager and her had a common language. She walked up to who she hoped was in charge of the inn and said, "I wish to procure a room for one night. How much gold will it take?"
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Post by Dussie on Dec 31, 2013 16:58:48 GMT -5
Charlie noticed a woman walk in and took his feet off the desk. She said 'procure' and it stood out in the little town, mostly because everyone was simple really. It's why Charlie liked it so much. "One room for one night is twenty-five gold. Extra five for meals." He said with a smile. "Each room has double locks, a bathroom and a view on the river." Stupid spiel. He had to give it every time a customer showed up. All those aspects were painfully obvious after spending a minute in the rooms, anyways... Charlie looked the woman over and thought her height was a bit disproportionate to her head but he'd seen weirder things in his wanderings. Besides, who was he to judge?
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Post by Dashie on Dec 31, 2013 22:51:39 GMT -5
"All right then." she handed over the money, but regretfully it was all of her money for the trip. The bandits had thirty gold, so she could eat... but she would probably need to find some odd jobs to pay for anything she might need to repair the exoskeleton. Not to mention the double locks were probably good for her, since she would have to leave the exoskeleton sometime. "Will this suffice? It is all I have for the moment." it was the proper amount, but money in town was different from her community's. They worked on a trade system. A deed for a deed, and a fair trade for a fair trade. Using money was foreign to her, why didn't these races just trade chickens? It would be a lot easier than counting out useless pieces of metal that could be used for better things.
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Post by Dussie on Dec 31, 2013 23:39:10 GMT -5
Charlie counted the money with relative speed and put it in a lock box. "Aye." He pulled out a key and handed it over. "Third door down the hall and on the left. I can have a meal sent tonight if you'd like and breakfast will arrive at about eight in the morning. If you need anything, come and ask me. Enjoy your stay at Mariline's Inn." He spoke softly and with a constant smile. With that he returned to lounging, enjoying his last day at the inn. It was cozy but it wasn't for him. He wasn't quite sure what was, to be honest.
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Post by Dashie on Jan 1, 2014 0:11:56 GMT -5
"Who is Mariline?" Tara asked, "and why would she want to own an inn where she is not on the front desk watching visitors?" she was curious now, because she'd been to inns named after things, and this one had a name. The owner was very much an egomaniac. She really didn't understand why people have to name buildings after themselves. Buildings were never permanent, and machines were. Though Foreborn never named machines after themselves, especially automatons. Those were like children, and only the most prideful were naming things after themselves left and right.
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Post by Lady Stark on Jan 1, 2014 11:02:17 GMT -5
The woman followed after them, rubbing her wrists. Her green eyes remained planted on the tanned elf with the camel ears and frowned. "I come from Northboro." She told Mika. "But I moved to Balefall when I had a much better grip on my magic." she remembered searching for heat, trying to make sure that she would never feel cold again. The sands were seemingly at some to her, but then the anti mage groups started to hunt after her. It was terrifying. She supposed that Balefall was too warm for her anyway...
Arryn slipped into her room. The place was large and heavily furnished, with mirrors and the like. Yet, it was a bit too humid. She opened the window and looked over the elven city, smiling a bit. She could could spot Moongazer flying over the city, making slow and lazy loops over the scenery. Her smile grew. One day she would ride him. Her father said she would look gorgeous on his back.
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Post by Dussie on Jan 1, 2014 11:57:57 GMT -5
Charlie's brow furrowed a moment before he shrugged off the odd question and answered it, "Ms. Mariline owns this inn. I'm in her employ to admit guests and keep the riff-raff out. I assure you, however, I can answer any and all questions you may have." He was a bit perplexed by her perplexion. Granted, yes the owners of inns sometimes ran the front desk but it was not that uncommon to hire someone to do it for you. Mariline was successful enough to not have to work in her inns, as she had several.
"Ooo. Northboro. So you've met Sylphs! How are they like? They're blue, right?" Mika said, excited about seeing the world. "I heard they were icy. I don't know if they're really icy or just socially, but I bet they're cool anyways." The woman had never left Balefall. She only knew what she heard or saw from travelers and traders or what the college had taught her about the world.
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