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2 days ago
Current Is it *normal* to have a bunch of readers on your 1x1?
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5 days ago
Yeah, man. Ghosts are rude.
6 days ago
Is that how you get visitor messages? I thought you got them by being cool. ... oh, shit, I forgot I had any.
9 days ago
Climb into space with Dr. Steve Brule
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14 days ago
If I ever imply France in an RP where, for example, the context for calling something "French Toast" doesn't exist, you can know that's not me.
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.

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Stratya Durmand

Time:
Midday
Location: Estate Alleys -> Bazaar
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Stratya had been conducting a few interviews with guards that had been part of the gunfire exchange and examining the alley itself. The the guards all had very similar statements. From what she was able to piece together, the criminal in question fired back, startling the guards in pursuit and buying them distance with which to flee. The guards all insisted they were not that far behind when the criminal vanished. That part was also common. They were in pursuit when suddenly they could no longer find a trace of the criminal. It reeked... But she couldn't be sure. As she examined the alleyways, a number of possibilities came to mind.

"'ow far be'ind were the lo' o' ye? Show me, stan' so far away." She motioned vaguely with her hand, her gauntlet clacking lightly.

"I was about here, ma'am, the distance from here to there, where you're standing. But there were a couple of other guards in front of me."

"Righ'. Th' chase led down this way, aye, and then..."

"The criminal turned at the crossing. That's the last time I saw the two of them."

"Break your sigh' on them, then do somethin' unexpected and disappear. Kee' pace with me from there, lad." Stratya walked to the corner and used the guard as reference for how much time there would have been to disappear. She looked the alley over closely, observing possibilities, before looking to the guard she had with her, "righ'. Stand there for m' reference, would you?" She ventured into the alley, considering how much time each option would take. There weren't many good avenues to escape by, and they were all...

Did that guard say two people?

The knight came back to the intersection. The guard she left looked bored. "You said there were two?" The guard nodded and Stratya nodded slowly. "I see... Awrigh', tha's all. Thank ya, 'ave a drink at the tavern tonigh'." Stratya flipped the guard a silver as she paced back down the alley, looking things over carefully, and then proceeding down. Eye balling measurements, thinking about time. Balancing different ideas against each other, and wondering if maybe she was overlooking something.

She wandered her way back out toward the bazaar as she thought. She was hungry again, too. She could go for a... Something on a skewer. Yes.
Stella Lumite






"Aah, a museum. A wonderful idea, I think it fits the place perfectly. It'll be something if a shame, though. Whenever that kind of thing happens, it seems like there's always some... Personality lost, in the building or what have you. But, perhaps they'll do it justice." Stella had herself a seat as directed, sitting straight and letting the host take care of her. She wanted to help him, but he seemed able enough, and she got a certain sense of... Stubborn off him, too. She wondered how long his daughter had to argue with him.

"Thank you." She took a sip and savored it slowly, like her mother had taught her. Yes... She could tell it was a black tea, but wasn't sure what had been done with this one. She looked up from studying her tea, and the teacup, to the old man's question, "you have need of a trainer? Certainly. Unless you're one of those intense types, we don't tend to be incredibly busy, right? How can I help? Excellent tea, thank you."
Stella Lumite






"It's the best way to deliver criticism, after all. Kindly. It takes a while if you're too nice about it, though." She couldn't stop noticing little details about the building. It was falling into disrepair, but the quality was still apparent. It was unfortunate to hear that finances were tight for the old man. She wondered if there was anything she could do to help, but doubted it.

"Oh, tea sounds wonderful. Thank you. Suppose I'll come in, then. I'd love to see the interior." She smiled sweetly, stepping through once invited. "Do you live here with anyone?" It would be kind of lonely, on your own, wouldn't it? If he was here on his own... Would Pokemon set up shop in here? It might be spacious enough. "Hm... Would you be interested in a Pokemon to help with maintenance? I might be able to find a good species for it." There were construction Pokemon, but maybe something else might be a better fit?


Stratya Durmand

Time:
Midday
Location: Castle town, Park Festival -> The Bazaar -> Estate Alleys
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Stratya had been trying her hand at a festival game, just some small game of skill, when she heard something. It sounded different from the din surrounding her. If you payed attention to it, it definitely stood out. It sounded like a bit of shouting and maybe glass? That was never good. Even worse was the timing, with all the foreign nobility around. Although, all the foreign parties about may have had something to do with whatever was transpiring. It was too early to say.

The soft 'pop's were the last straw. Those were gunshots. So much for the festivities, there was work to be done. The Caesonian Knight tossed her remaining rings with a single flip of her wrist before making her exit. By the time she reached the bazaar, however, it would have seemed the commotion had passed. She looked around briefly, spotting a guard at his post and approaching. "Ho, guardsm'n. You 'eard all 'at ruckus? What's it on about, eh? Repor' for me."

She listened as the guard described shouting and glass breaking, and finally the three gunshots. "Aaah, though' so. The rest o' yer post is after it, then? Good man, keepin' ya post. Can't everyone go to th' chase." She pat the man on the shoulder as she moved in the direction he indicated, toward the guards she saw pouring out from an alleyway, looking determined. She'd have to get another report from someone involved in the incident.

Horsemen were arriving, as she approached the scene. The next report informed her of the fire exchange. Interesting. "Awright, I wan' eyes on Eden and Flora, Flora and Wickah, and sout o' the library. Anyone 'o knows 'o it is you're lookin' for, get a ride over there. Horsemen, take 'em, and then patrol th' streets. Take wor' to the ware'ouses, make sure they watch the road to th' mines. The rest of ye, search the alleys. They can't have gone far..."

Herself, she followed the trail back the way it came, back to the gunshots in the ground. She wanted a better picture of what had happened.


Stratya Durmand

Time:
Midday
Location: Castle town, warehouses -> park festival
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Well, that had been fruitless. Everything was as normal, and the Admiral had escaped her company. Well, she'd probably gotten bored of investigating some small rumors in a bunch of warehouses, of all places. Not exactly great scenery, not even a good food stall around.

Which meant she'd have to go somewhere else for lunch. She could do with a good meal. As she stepped from the warehouse district, it was impossible to miss the festivities in the park, just across the way. Festival food was usually pretty good, too.

Once she'd found herself something to fill her belly, she found herself thinking. She supposed her investigation wasn't a total loss. She'd solidified facts about the warehouses down in her mind, after all. The locations were fairly secure, as one might expect. She'd have to double-check with the guard to see that there hadn't been any reports of a break-in, but it didn't seem that way while she was snooping around. If there were any truth to the rumors she'd heard, and there usually was some truth, depending, then someone must have let them in. Could have been a bribe. Alas, she didn't have enough information to speculate much. If she were to investigate further, she needed more confirmation that anything had actually happened. She could not continue on what may be some baseless rumor.

She could go the direct route and ask the princess directly, but nobles are so fussy that she was sure she'd have to ask in private, and that would be a rare opportunity for her position. For the time being, she'd relax a little and enjoy the festival. Though she'd done plenty of relaxing already... Eh.

She disposed of the refuse from her eaten meal properly, before participating in some of the games found around the festival. Aah, the capital has such nice things.
Hey, look, it's one of our readers?
Stella Lumite






Oh. Someone was coming to answer the door. The garden was actually cared for, wasn't it? She couldn't just run off at this point, the person sounded old. Very rude. Erm.

And elderly man answered the door. "Hello! I, uh..." Stella glanced at the building, "wasn't sure if anyone would answer, didn't think this far ahead. Your building's gone a bit rustic, hasn't it? Your garden is lovely, scarcely noticed past the fence." She looked back from the garden, glancing the old man over once, "did you used to do the maintenance work yourself?" That was perhaps the only reason she could think of such a proud manor would fall into disrepair, despite someone living here.

Anyway, "Anyway, ah," why did she come here, anyway? "Your building is prominent in the town brochures, the history in this house must be impressive." Right, being nosy.
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