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Yeah, they go with Red as their primary color.
Eheheh....
Oh don't mind the cackling. Nope, no sirree. Don't mind it.
Oh don't mind the cackling. Nope, no sirree. Don't mind it.
South Side of Estermere
Elric caught the bottle, as he dropped his book down to the street. He opened it up and took a sip of it, "Much appreciated." He picked up his book and followed Tirarian back to his house.
Elric's Abode.
Remington rolled his eyes as the little brat mentioned it was fun. This job could have been so much quicker. Remington thought to himself as he continued searching. WHY SO MANY BOO- A new thought occurred to him. "Did you say 'Sir Jerry' or Surgery?" Remington inquired, making sure to emphasize the pause between Sir Jerry. He pulled out a book and checked out its spine. Internally he was lamenting how long it was taking.
Harkness Street
"She sang like da-da-da..." The child remarked, unable to say daddy, for he knew that his father was gone, long gone. The mother of the boy wiped off the rest of the boy's tear and snot from him and wiped it on her tunic, where there was already a large concentration of it. "You've been remarkably good... Why don't I get you something nice to eat?" She said, as the boy hugged the woman, "Okay Mommy~!" He released the hug as he stood up, glancing up at the woman, "You'll be able to get food too right? I don't want Mommy to be hungry." The mother gave a small smile, "I'll be alright, as long as I can see your smiling face Hawk." The woman's stomach growled as she led the boy, named Hawk, down the opposite way of the street that the Kansai went down.
Another man, who drank from a dingy green bottle and sitting in the muck and mire, peered at Delvin. "... Did that man just talk to himself?" He mused to himself as he took the bottle and had a sip from it.
Smith's Smithy
Rowan blinked as his face contorted into a frown. "Pucksy place is in ruins you say? Ack! Well I'm glad you didn't suffer from it!" He said expressing quite a bit of concern. He chuckled, "Oh same ol' naggin' for the Beast of Burden o' the house." He glanced at the sword, as he lifted it up and began inspecting it. Rowan coughed as he then spoke in a falsetto, "Rowan! You spilled your mug of ale! Rowan, I need you to watch Roslyn!" Rowan then spoke more normally, "Dad! I can't watch Roslyn! Dad! I need the forge! Dad, the roofing fell and I have to go to the bakery, can you handle it!?" Rowan paced the area as he told the story, and placed the sword back down near the anvil. "Yeah, gonna make a nice amount of coin dealing with that. Yeah, I can get it done by tomorrow, charge a bit more for moving it up in the list..." Rowan pondered.
"Dad!" A voice called out. Rowan glanced over, "Well, welcome back Ben!"
Elric caught the bottle, as he dropped his book down to the street. He opened it up and took a sip of it, "Much appreciated." He picked up his book and followed Tirarian back to his house.
Elric's Abode.
Remington rolled his eyes as the little brat mentioned it was fun. This job could have been so much quicker. Remington thought to himself as he continued searching. WHY SO MANY BOO- A new thought occurred to him. "Did you say 'Sir Jerry' or Surgery?" Remington inquired, making sure to emphasize the pause between Sir Jerry. He pulled out a book and checked out its spine. Internally he was lamenting how long it was taking.
Harkness Street
"She sang like da-da-da..." The child remarked, unable to say daddy, for he knew that his father was gone, long gone. The mother of the boy wiped off the rest of the boy's tear and snot from him and wiped it on her tunic, where there was already a large concentration of it. "You've been remarkably good... Why don't I get you something nice to eat?" She said, as the boy hugged the woman, "Okay Mommy~!" He released the hug as he stood up, glancing up at the woman, "You'll be able to get food too right? I don't want Mommy to be hungry." The mother gave a small smile, "I'll be alright, as long as I can see your smiling face Hawk." The woman's stomach growled as she led the boy, named Hawk, down the opposite way of the street that the Kansai went down.
Another man, who drank from a dingy green bottle and sitting in the muck and mire, peered at Delvin. "... Did that man just talk to himself?" He mused to himself as he took the bottle and had a sip from it.
Smith's Smithy
Rowan blinked as his face contorted into a frown. "Pucksy place is in ruins you say? Ack! Well I'm glad you didn't suffer from it!" He said expressing quite a bit of concern. He chuckled, "Oh same ol' naggin' for the Beast of Burden o' the house." He glanced at the sword, as he lifted it up and began inspecting it. Rowan coughed as he then spoke in a falsetto, "Rowan! You spilled your mug of ale! Rowan, I need you to watch Roslyn!" Rowan then spoke more normally, "Dad! I can't watch Roslyn! Dad! I need the forge! Dad, the roofing fell and I have to go to the bakery, can you handle it!?" Rowan paced the area as he told the story, and placed the sword back down near the anvil. "Yeah, gonna make a nice amount of coin dealing with that. Yeah, I can get it done by tomorrow, charge a bit more for moving it up in the list..." Rowan pondered.
"Dad!" A voice called out. Rowan glanced over, "Well, welcome back Ben!"
Oh? Neat.
Also looks like I have more work back for IC.
Also looks like I have more work back for IC.
Gotta have the Long Running Evil Empire that no one can think can be stopped because they've been around so long. Trope man. Gotta have it.
Ya know?
Ya know?
Long enough to be recognized as a Powerful Evil Empire.
So at the minimum at least a few hundred years.
Let's say the Empire has been around for 718 ~ 1137 years.
So at the minimum at least a few hundred years.
Let's say the Empire has been around for 718 ~ 1137 years.
Elric kept a hold of the book and the box as he took a step, grimacing as he wheezed and stumbling. "I can but it is painful." He glanced back at Tirarian, "Right well I very well could use those."
BKburke said
Well I was thinking of him having a magic ring or something that helps his clothing change form but its base form is actually ornate. The ring itself changes the appearance of his clothing on mental command but that must be concentrated otherwise it will change back.
That would be a standard tool. Yeah, sounds good to me.
BKburke said
Don't expect something amazing. Never really made a spy before and I don't know exactly what I'm doing so expect a mistake or two. But before I do, could you perhaps give me some detail of the kind I clothing the soldiers wear? Are they ornate, etc?
As a spy you want to have the least ornate stuff possible. You'd just want really, really plain clothes that a normal citizen would have. Not the Evil Empire's Regal Soldier Armor.
You'd want like just a plain black tunic and some pants and shoes.
Gotta blend in, and look like a normal dude.
"Charismatic Barber-Surgeon." Elric stated, as he felt something near his legs. He accepted Tirarian's help, which somewhat worked, as he slowly got out of the bag. He reached into it and pulled out the green box and a book from his study. "Well... I can think of a few reasons, possibly a few individuals. And I now doubt it was the work of Baxter the Bull and his cronies."
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