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Post by Seri Meruonna on Oct 25, 2014 18:14:01 GMT -6
Seri entered the inn of southtown, the soft, lazy golden haze of the candles washing over her. Here, she had invited the two who were going to assist her to meet. She sat down at a large, smooth wooden table. Awaiting the arrival of her companions, she carefully touched up the edges of a map, as well as placing a few sketching tools on the table to use. She sincerely hoped that her companions arrived soon, though, one was apparently walking from Hyrule to Ylisse, which may take some time. Regardless of this, she continued to wait patiently, checking the time every so often, though she knew that they would take quite a while.
ooc: if you're wondering why this is so short, nothing at all happened. pretty hard to make that 200+ words.
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Post by Falcar Lorrastamere on Oct 26, 2014 2:03:19 GMT -6
a wolf is called a king of beasts
| Falcar tugged down the hood of his dark cloak even further over his face as he opened the door to the inn of Southtown. It wasn’t explicitly stated that he couldn’t come here as a member of the laguz, and he himself didn’t mind being in Ylissean territory, Exalt territory, but there were bound to be close-minded drunks about that would mistake him for a member of the beast tribes just over the border – and that wasn’t something he wished to deal with right now.
He approached a young woman with a mail bag – she had to be the one who needed his help in designing a pen – and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me, my lady, you are indeed the one who so desires for a scientifically advanced pen to use mid-flight, correct?” Even if she wasn’t of high status, Falcar always aimed to be polite – especially since she was contracting him in this venture.
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Post by Asim Garai on Oct 26, 2014 4:19:38 GMT -6
Asim is stopped in his tracks on the way to Ylisse. “What?! There's a sea here!? I really need to read more maps.” He says scratching his head thinking of a way to get across this sea. He sees a man tying his row boat to a very small dock. “Umm…? Can I “borrow” that boat of yours?” He says pointing to the small pouch in his other hand. “Let me have a look at that?” The man says grabbing the small pouch from Asim’s hand. The man’s eyes start to widen as he opens the pouch as he tells Asim. “Of… of course you can with this kind of money.” Asim gets into the boat reminding himself of how much he hates water. “Oh… really, thank you my good man!” Asim says as he jumps into the boat. “Umm I’m sorry but now that I think about it I do need that money.” He reaches over to the man as he says this and grabs the pouch from his hands and pushes the boat off the side of the dock with his Trident cutting the rope at the same time. Asim hears the man screaming as he rows away. “I’m sorry!” He shouts as he rows away as fast as he can.
As Asim got to shore he started looking for someone that could help him find SouthTown. He ran up to an older looking man with a big straw hat, tapped him on the shoulder and asked. “Do you know where I can find a place call… SouthTown?” He says looking down onto a small piece of paper with the name of the meeting place. The older man pointed to the south and said. “It’s about 200km that way.” “What I can’t ran that far! I guess I have to…. Well then I guess I’ll be off thank you.” He says as he runs as fast as he can towards where the old man was pointing. The old man smiles and waves goodbye.
Asim smashes through the doors of the inn he was told to go to, his Trident keeping him from running into the building. He takes off his weapon from his back and slowly pulls it through the door. He then begins to shout very excitedly. “Which one of you is the postwoman!? I’ve come a long way for your quest!”
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Post by Seri Meruonna on Oct 26, 2014 4:48:57 GMT -6
Seri offered Falcar a seat. "Yes, I am. Such a pen is necessary to make maps accurate enough to be worth selling, at least in a reasonable time frame. So, shall we begin? Or shall we wait for our other companion? Keep in mind, he is planning on coming from Hyrule, so waiting may not be the brightest idea." She stopped, realising what she had forgotten to do, and stood up, curtsying slightly. "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Seri Meruonna. Nobody particularly important. You, on the other hand, have a certain air about you. I assume you are a man of some significance?"
Seri stared at Asim with disdain, as he barged in shouting. "Sit here. And please, show a little tact." She sat still, confused as to how he got here from Hyrule. "How one such as yourself managed a trip between continents, I don't know. Nevertheless, we have something to discuss." She sat back slightly, placing a pen on the table. "Now, the problem is that, when flying or at high altitudes, the ink leaks, making it unusable. What needs to be found for this to function at high altitude is a way to stop this from occurring, obviously." She waited patiently for one of her current associates to provide some input.
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Post by Falcar Lorrastamere on Nov 2, 2014 15:02:48 GMT -6
a wolf is called a king of beasts
| The post woman seemed exceedingly well mannered for one of her social standing. The Gerudo, however, was brash and horribly crude for any sentient being, let alone one of royal blood. Falcar looked at the new arrival with disdain. His tail twitched in annoyance.
“Brute, sit down, you’re causing unneeded uproar,” he hissed. Covert was his objective today, and this manner of acting was the opposite of discreet. Addressing the postwoman, he said, “You’d be correct in assuming that I am someone of significance, however, I shall not reveal the details unless I deem it necessary. Now, as far as your problem goes, I have a proposed solution.”
He smoothly took a seat at the table, and began to explain. “I’ve studied crystals for a large portion of my education, and in some used to create the most common forms of ink, the minerals have a tendency to congeal and harden in the barrel of pens at low temperatures and low pressures like those you would experience at high altitudes. If we can obtain a variety of mineral that will add a sort of anti-freeze property to your ink, it should solve your problem,” he said.
The long-winded explanation finished, he sat back and waited for input from the other member of the party, the Gerudo, though he seriously doubted that anything useful would be said.
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Post by Asim Garai on Nov 8, 2014 0:36:55 GMT -6
As Asim barged into the building, a woman with a confused look on her face and a postbag by her side told him to sit down, he thought that had to be the postwoman that asked him to be here, he sat down in the chair as the other person who signed up for this started to with disapproval which is fair enough Asim probably should of been a little quieter. “Its is nice to meet you I am Asim Garai Pharaoh of the Gerudo and before you ask yes I am single. And what would your names be?” He bowed to the two of them but stared the woman straight in the eyes.
The man with the wolf ears, how Asim believes to be a wolf laguz begins to talk about how we would need something that would work as a anti-freeze for the ink in this pen. “It would not only have to act as a anti-freeze but also be very cheap, because we would have to forge this pen from metal and the blacksmith would have to be very good at their job to get such a shape, so if we want the everyday man to be able to buy it the ink and what ever we use for the anti-freeze would have to be cheap. I think that we should find a blacksmith before we come up with any more ideas incase they would not work with the shape or type of metal. oh you guys won’t any drinks?” Asim after saying this walks over to the bartender and asks for the drinks everyone asked for. He then walks back to the table with the drinks and sits down.
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Post by Seri Meruonna on Nov 18, 2014 2:48:32 GMT -6
Seri simply stared at Asim. Not only had he barged in and caused a disturbance, he had stated something that she would be kind to describe as gibberish. It was clear that he wouldn't be of much use to them. "There's one more problem, as well." She sighed, and rolled the pen on the table. "See how the ink doesn't leak out when it's like this?" She took it in her hand, and flicked it lightly, a small splatter of ink colliding gently with the table. "As soon as it moves sharply, ink is released. In fact, as soon as it moves more than a little this happens. I'm sure you can imagine the problem with this when flying." She relaxed, watching her companions, and thinking about how to solve this issue.
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