The ferry was exceptionally slow today. In fact, it seemed as if it was getting slower with every metre it putted through the air. As the ferry edged into the port and was moored to the dock, all of a sudden one of the stern propellers made a ear-twinging snapping sound followed by a bang and a plume of black smoke. Sara was positively grinding her teeth.
Next to her, Mulligan leaned his head back and bellowed out a peel of deep laughter. It made Sara's eyelid twitch. "Oh, this is rich! I suppose you'll be here for a little while longer, Arnaud!" Mulligan spurred his chocobo down the road with his partners in tow, "I'll see you at the barracks, my dear!" Mulligan waved a hand to send Sara off. She just kept her eyes on the ferry. How could this day get any more annoying...
No matter, they dismounted their chocobos and lead them onto the vessel as a few mechanics fussed over the engine. Sara walked up to one of them while they worked. "How long is it going be?" She asked.
"She blew a gauge seal on the boiler, now the pressure's shot, I'm afraid." The moustachioed mechanic replied, "We don't have any spares on us, so one of us is headin' down to the mechanic shop on the island. Might be something 'bout a half-hour? Maybe more?"
"If you like, you can borrow one of our chocobos if it'll speed it up."
"Nah, cheers, but the man's already left, he'll only be about five minutes. It'll be fixing the thing that'll take most o' the time"
Sara looked away, sighed through her nose and bit at the inside of her cheek. She could suffer another half-hour. "Alright." With that, she informed her team, then found a pillar of sorts on the main deck to lean against, cross armed.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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"Uh, Fendros. My name is Fendros." Fendros replied with a grateful smile. He was at first a little surprised by the Bosmer, a marriage between a Wood Elf and an Orc was about as odd as they came. "It's nice to meet someone understanding," He nodded to the Bosmer. Fendros of course could not imagine what it must have been like for Earondil to lose his wife, but his entire demeanor seemed to indicate that he had at least survived. Perhaps Fendros would as well when Ahnasha's time came. Despite the slight comfort, the thought was still so painful, that Fendros opted to come back to his senses. "-and thank you." Fendros added suddenly, "Thank you very much for the books. It means a lot."
Feeling a bit more comfortable in the otherwise empty shop, Fendros reached out and held Ahnasha's hand. "Do you still... get trouble from the locals these days?" He asked the Bosmer.
Feeling a bit more comfortable in the otherwise empty shop, Fendros reached out and held Ahnasha's hand. "Do you still... get trouble from the locals these days?" He asked the Bosmer.
"Hm, a man of many talents then. Interesting," Fendros mused.
Ahnasha's suggestion to read a book together was something that hadn't crossed his mind, but was an appealing thought. He put his hand in his pocket and felt at the gift he had bought. He felt as though he maybe shouldn't have bought the gift if it meant they could get two books, but he didn't dwell on it. "Me too," Fendros agreed. He stopped for a moment to consider, looking over the novels on the shelves, "Well... do you come by bookshops often?" He itched at the back of his head, "Also, I don't want to seem selfish, but Meesei can teach you this conjuration, right?"
There was a part of Fendros that was just reacting to apprehension towards studying magic. Sure he was able to conjure a bound dagger under new instruction, but he still wouldn't say that he enjoyed magic.
Ahnasha's suggestion to read a book together was something that hadn't crossed his mind, but was an appealing thought. He put his hand in his pocket and felt at the gift he had bought. He felt as though he maybe shouldn't have bought the gift if it meant they could get two books, but he didn't dwell on it. "Me too," Fendros agreed. He stopped for a moment to consider, looking over the novels on the shelves, "Well... do you come by bookshops often?" He itched at the back of his head, "Also, I don't want to seem selfish, but Meesei can teach you this conjuration, right?"
There was a part of Fendros that was just reacting to apprehension towards studying magic. Sure he was able to conjure a bound dagger under new instruction, but he still wouldn't say that he enjoyed magic.
Little_Ninja, same here. I was going off the US being a day behind anyway. I have a feeling that a collab might be being proposed or something.
BlazeGamma said
That'll be tomorrow, dude. Just a small reminder, as there seems to be some confusion, the RP takes place on a set of floating islands, and the straight between Miris and Xenon is one of air, not water. Also, please keep OOC comments in the OOC. I will be attempting a post once I'm halfway through my homework.
I... did not realise this. I'll quickly edit.
BlazeGamma said
So, roll call, who's here, and what are we all doing Sunday?
I'm here, and if you mean Sunday in the US, then I guess I'm available the rest of today?
With a slight ringing of his ears, Fendros only realised just how loud it was out in the market once the door to the bookshop closed behind him. A friendly greeting by the Bosmer owner was a refreshing one. While the bookshop they found was small, Fendros found his fingers wandering over the spines of many titles. Ahnasha had quietly walked over to the books on history without him noticing, and he flitted through some martial manuals. He had a small number of them back at home, mostly on loan from the Fighter's Guild, so he had garnered a small interest in them. They met again at the books of fiction. There were a few tales that Fendros recognised, but he didn't exactly consider himself well-read. Wandering over to the books on magic had Fendros a little less interested, but he stood by Ahnasha, curious about what she was inspecting.
Fendros blinked while looking at the shelves in front of him, his hands behind his back. "Uhm, not immediately..." Fendros admitted in response to Ahnasha's question, though the truth was that there was just too much to choose from. They didn't have much coin left, so he couldn't really make up his mind. Fendros put his hand on her shoulder, "It was your idea to come here, you go ahead and pick something out." Fendros said encouragingly, "I don't want to end up picking out some badly written story about the Hero of Cyrodiil and leave you disappointed. What's this one you keep looking at?" Fendros leaned over and pulled a book on conjuration out from the shelf they were standing in front of. Fendros opened the front cover in front of both of them. The title read: The Doors of Oblivion. "Is this for conjuration?" Fendros asked.
Fendros blinked while looking at the shelves in front of him, his hands behind his back. "Uhm, not immediately..." Fendros admitted in response to Ahnasha's question, though the truth was that there was just too much to choose from. They didn't have much coin left, so he couldn't really make up his mind. Fendros put his hand on her shoulder, "It was your idea to come here, you go ahead and pick something out." Fendros said encouragingly, "I don't want to end up picking out some badly written story about the Hero of Cyrodiil and leave you disappointed. What's this one you keep looking at?" Fendros leaned over and pulled a book on conjuration out from the shelf they were standing in front of. Fendros opened the front cover in front of both of them. The title read: The Doors of Oblivion. "Is this for conjuration?" Fendros asked.
As they began to walk again, they appeared to be headed towards the market. Fendros was still a little shaken, but being away from the temple seemed to be helping. While being well aware of Mephala's ways, Fendros agreed with Ahnasha. "You're right. Whether or not she really wants to see Vile suffer doesn't change her sphere of influence. We should just stay vigilant and rational."
By the time they came upon the market, it was indeed bustling with activity. Everything was on sale; meats, fish, vegetables, baskets, tools, clothing, jewelry, someone was even selling jars of imported honey. There were many sights and smells amongst the crowd, but while looking around, Fendros kept his eyes peeled for soul gems. There were bound to be some on sale in one of the stalls.
They walked by many distracting trinkets that held their attention for a little while. Old Dwemer cutlery and goblets that may have just been painted pewter, but were still pretty. Little trinkets and crafts were present that seemed to be finely made were abundant. One item caught Fendros' eye: A gift. While Ahnasha had her back turned, he quickly made an exchange with the merchant and put the item in his pocket before Ahnasha could see. He decided to give it to her later, once they were someplace quieter.
Eventually they came across dealer of enchanted items, who had a selection of soul gems on display. After a small amount of haggling, they managed to purchase a sack of filled soul gems of various sizes. Just in case, they bought more than they needed to. After that, Fendros looked to Ahnasha, "Let's see if we can find a bookshop."
By the time they came upon the market, it was indeed bustling with activity. Everything was on sale; meats, fish, vegetables, baskets, tools, clothing, jewelry, someone was even selling jars of imported honey. There were many sights and smells amongst the crowd, but while looking around, Fendros kept his eyes peeled for soul gems. There were bound to be some on sale in one of the stalls.
They walked by many distracting trinkets that held their attention for a little while. Old Dwemer cutlery and goblets that may have just been painted pewter, but were still pretty. Little trinkets and crafts were present that seemed to be finely made were abundant. One item caught Fendros' eye: A gift. While Ahnasha had her back turned, he quickly made an exchange with the merchant and put the item in his pocket before Ahnasha could see. He decided to give it to her later, once they were someplace quieter.
Eventually they came across dealer of enchanted items, who had a selection of soul gems on display. After a small amount of haggling, they managed to purchase a sack of filled soul gems of various sizes. Just in case, they bought more than they needed to. After that, Fendros looked to Ahnasha, "Let's see if we can find a bookshop."
With Ahnasha's response, the priest looked to Fendros. "Neither do I," he said after a moment of consideration. With what information she had given them so far, Fendros was convinced that asking Mephala anything else would only serve to make things worse.
"A bold move, mortals, perhaps a foolish one. I hope your decisions are truly based on whether you know all that I can reveal to you." The priest stepped back a pace, "I know you do not trust me, but this time, it is my desire that Vile falls in this conflict. That is the clearest truth that I could ever bear to give to mortals such as you." The priest bowed, "Give Hircine my regards if you come upon him."
Almost without them noticing, reality rearranged itself around Ahnasha and Fendros. The small noises of priests and priestesses going about their business sounded once more. The priest stood up straight with a face that had far more colour and expression in it. With a shakier and older sounding voice, he spoke to the two, "Can I help you, strangers?"
Fendros realised that it was over and responded. "No, thank you priest. We'll be going." Without another word, Fendros took Ahnasha lightly by the arm and urged her out of the front door. That encounter had put him on edge, he didn't feel comfortable in that temple anymore. Once outside, he stopped and looked at Ahnasha with a concerned face. "That was... unnerving. I've not talked to a daedric prince before, and I can't say I'd want to do so again." He looked at the ground, "What are we meant to make of this? Should we believe her?"
Janius had a quick guffaw at Lorag's egocentric humour. "Heh, almost seems like it would diminish the challenge," Janius said, "well, we'll still have witches on the walls raining all sorts of pain, so I guess I shouldn't complain much." Janius went to deposit the kills he carried as well, "How about those fire salt things?"
"Oh, they're all ready. We've one less than ideal, but it still should be enough to bring the towers down." Ariel said with a smile.
"Right, well I'll get these skinned up and leave you experts to it," Janius said, borrowing a knife and going about the business of butchering the creatures they found. It was mostly birds, a couple of mudcrabs, a large rat and a bantam guar. Most did not have much meat, but it would do no good to just throw them out.
Ariel turned her attention back to the skeleton. "Alright, let's keep repeating this effect, then. Sabine, do you think you can get a handle on it as well?"
Sabine shrugged slightly, then looked to Meesei. "Again, please." She quietly requested, "I want to see how."
"Yes, if Sabine could do it as well, -and I think she has a better understanding of it than I- then I think we could finish the enchantments in time." Ariel stated.
"A bold move, mortals, perhaps a foolish one. I hope your decisions are truly based on whether you know all that I can reveal to you." The priest stepped back a pace, "I know you do not trust me, but this time, it is my desire that Vile falls in this conflict. That is the clearest truth that I could ever bear to give to mortals such as you." The priest bowed, "Give Hircine my regards if you come upon him."
Almost without them noticing, reality rearranged itself around Ahnasha and Fendros. The small noises of priests and priestesses going about their business sounded once more. The priest stood up straight with a face that had far more colour and expression in it. With a shakier and older sounding voice, he spoke to the two, "Can I help you, strangers?"
Fendros realised that it was over and responded. "No, thank you priest. We'll be going." Without another word, Fendros took Ahnasha lightly by the arm and urged her out of the front door. That encounter had put him on edge, he didn't feel comfortable in that temple anymore. Once outside, he stopped and looked at Ahnasha with a concerned face. "That was... unnerving. I've not talked to a daedric prince before, and I can't say I'd want to do so again." He looked at the ground, "What are we meant to make of this? Should we believe her?"
Janius had a quick guffaw at Lorag's egocentric humour. "Heh, almost seems like it would diminish the challenge," Janius said, "well, we'll still have witches on the walls raining all sorts of pain, so I guess I shouldn't complain much." Janius went to deposit the kills he carried as well, "How about those fire salt things?"
"Oh, they're all ready. We've one less than ideal, but it still should be enough to bring the towers down." Ariel said with a smile.
"Right, well I'll get these skinned up and leave you experts to it," Janius said, borrowing a knife and going about the business of butchering the creatures they found. It was mostly birds, a couple of mudcrabs, a large rat and a bantam guar. Most did not have much meat, but it would do no good to just throw them out.
Ariel turned her attention back to the skeleton. "Alright, let's keep repeating this effect, then. Sabine, do you think you can get a handle on it as well?"
Sabine shrugged slightly, then looked to Meesei. "Again, please." She quietly requested, "I want to see how."
"Yes, if Sabine could do it as well, -and I think she has a better understanding of it than I- then I think we could finish the enchantments in time." Ariel stated.
When Sara reached the ferry, she sighed not in relief, but in exasperation. Why is he here? Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. She thought. Over by the ferry dock, come a little early to greet them, was the next patrol team headed by a strongly postured man that wore a feces-eating grin upon spotting Sara. He was in a guard uniform, mounted on a chocobo as usual, but he was a large muscular man with short brown hair and an angular face. His hair conjoined a beard that curtained his jaw and chin. The next ferry could be seen int the distance approaching them, so Sara would have to suffer this man's presence for a few disgusting minutes. Sara approached the ferry dock without looking at him directly, and with a look of utter contempt on her face.
"Arnaud." He said in greeting, his smile still wide.
"Mulligan." Sara returned, still contemptuous.
"Did you enjoy your patrol, sweetling?"
This caused Sara to turn her head slightly to him, her eyes boring a hole in his face. "You call me 'sweetling' one more time-" Sara pointed the end of her halberd towards Mulligan, "-and this will go so far down your throat that you'll be passing that retched tongue through your soil for the rest of your life."
Mulligan simply chuckled lightly pushing aside the point of Sara's halberd with one gloved finger. "You always had a way with words, Sara-"
"-Don't you call me by my first name." Sara interrupted, looking at the ferry again, "not after you dobbed me in to the captain and let that dreg son of a bureaucrat off to sell more narcotics to those people on the docks."
"Hey, I'm just doing my job," Mulligan replied non-chalantly, enjoying every moment of it.
With that, Sara glanced at him, fuming. She wanted nothing more than to beat him black and blue and throw him into a pond, but that would earn her a suspension she didn't need right now. With an exhale through her nose so intense it almost breathed fire, Sara held back. "I have nothing to say to you," She said under her breath, focusing on the very slow ferry. Sara's team behind her knew better than to get involved. It wasn't just how sensitive the matter was politically, but 'disciplinary action upon subordinates' was within Sara's rights.
"Arnaud." He said in greeting, his smile still wide.
"Mulligan." Sara returned, still contemptuous.
"Did you enjoy your patrol, sweetling?"
This caused Sara to turn her head slightly to him, her eyes boring a hole in his face. "You call me 'sweetling' one more time-" Sara pointed the end of her halberd towards Mulligan, "-and this will go so far down your throat that you'll be passing that retched tongue through your soil for the rest of your life."
Mulligan simply chuckled lightly pushing aside the point of Sara's halberd with one gloved finger. "You always had a way with words, Sara-"
"-Don't you call me by my first name." Sara interrupted, looking at the ferry again, "not after you dobbed me in to the captain and let that dreg son of a bureaucrat off to sell more narcotics to those people on the docks."
"Hey, I'm just doing my job," Mulligan replied non-chalantly, enjoying every moment of it.
With that, Sara glanced at him, fuming. She wanted nothing more than to beat him black and blue and throw him into a pond, but that would earn her a suspension she didn't need right now. With an exhale through her nose so intense it almost breathed fire, Sara held back. "I have nothing to say to you," She said under her breath, focusing on the very slow ferry. Sara's team behind her knew better than to get involved. It wasn't just how sensitive the matter was politically, but 'disciplinary action upon subordinates' was within Sara's rights.
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