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Another bump, since it's been 2 days, and I'm willing to see more interest.
Greeted with the jetties of Wortgott's docks, a ship with fresh and blank canvas sails arrived at the port, and Darxin was curious—it was of typical Dayaman design, but it was an outcast among the old, seasoned trade ships he was used to seeing in the harbor. He always admired their shipbuilding style, with the long, narrow bows and tall rising nests, the wide sails catching swift ocean winds, and the blunt front end splitting the waves. Soon the crew would encounter the man running the show at the bay, a square-faced, smiling gentleman, not someone Darxin was unfamiliar with.
That man was Mister Edwin Tubigan, whose trademark smile couldn't be forgotten by visitors to Wortgott's shores. Appointed by the mayor, Tubigan ran up and down the docks daily, him making notes meticulously on all departures and arrivals, expected and unexpected, travelers and merchants. These notes he kept in an office with copies made for the city's records. Maybe every now and then he asked too many questions, but he was a gentle person in particular, despite his gruff and beefy appearance. The tall, broad-shouldered man wore a tight vest over slacks, pocket-watch emblazoned with the city seal and an anchor and water in the background, and this day in particular the wind tossed his well-kept, short salt-and-pepper hair combed over intentionally to the right. He squinted his soft brown eyes in the sunlight, his square jaw set as he held his hand over his eyes, watching the undocumented ship come in. No doubt a traveler, and an inexperienced one at that, given some bad sailing skills that needed a little bit of work. Black, leather fishing boots making a great deal of noise against the wood, Edwin strode up the docks to the ship preparing to anchor itself in, him standing where he anticipated its arrival.
That man was Mister Edwin Tubigan, whose trademark smile couldn't be forgotten by visitors to Wortgott's shores. Appointed by the mayor, Tubigan ran up and down the docks daily, him making notes meticulously on all departures and arrivals, expected and unexpected, travelers and merchants. These notes he kept in an office with copies made for the city's records. Maybe every now and then he asked too many questions, but he was a gentle person in particular, despite his gruff and beefy appearance. The tall, broad-shouldered man wore a tight vest over slacks, pocket-watch emblazoned with the city seal and an anchor and water in the background, and this day in particular the wind tossed his well-kept, short salt-and-pepper hair combed over intentionally to the right. He squinted his soft brown eyes in the sunlight, his square jaw set as he held his hand over his eyes, watching the undocumented ship come in. No doubt a traveler, and an inexperienced one at that, given some bad sailing skills that needed a little bit of work. Black, leather fishing boots making a great deal of noise against the wood, Edwin strode up the docks to the ship preparing to anchor itself in, him standing where he anticipated its arrival.
Sightles's timeskip has been approved.
The young lady had the men's backs turned, and they felt nothing from the pouches of their belts, aside from what they believed to be a swifter gust of the trade-winds. A sound of feet thudding behind them into the distance alerted them to what had occurred, but one of them shrugged it off, saying. "Oh, it is fine, brother, it is good that we keep our money in the bank." The brothers had merely came around to have a good time, to also enjoy the stories of sailors and the street performers. "Nevertheless, now we need new pouches!" The twins shared a heavy laugh, and they strolled off on the eastern road away from the city square set before the docks, off to the guard station to file a report. Hell, they weren't going to let a potential thief swindle anyone else out of their money, for at least luckily enough it was only them both.
Darxin watched the thievery scene unfold as that flaming streak of red hair dashed off, blue eyes going wide with bewilderment. Boy, that girl picked a bad situation to rob someone in, and he knew it. All the people around and she'd no doubt end up on the watch list for crime. As the men passed by him, of course, he overheard them laughing and joking about the incident, as if they didn't have anything important on them. Definitely watch list material. They wouldn't arrest her for an unsuccessful theft, but the guard of Wortgott would certainly note her down as a suspect, along with her physical description, which was certainly indelible. Dismissing the events as irrelevant to his person without forgetting them, Caelsancti moved to a tree in the square in its own patch of grass bordered off by the typical, patterned-cobblestone road motif that decked the city, enjoying its slight shade even with the morning sunlight in his face as the sun came off the horizon. There he found a perfect view off the edge of the square to the Noxard Ocean, ships from Dayaman emerging over the sea into the foreground and docking into Wortgott.
Darxin watched the thievery scene unfold as that flaming streak of red hair dashed off, blue eyes going wide with bewilderment. Boy, that girl picked a bad situation to rob someone in, and he knew it. All the people around and she'd no doubt end up on the watch list for crime. As the men passed by him, of course, he overheard them laughing and joking about the incident, as if they didn't have anything important on them. Definitely watch list material. They wouldn't arrest her for an unsuccessful theft, but the guard of Wortgott would certainly note her down as a suspect, along with her physical description, which was certainly indelible. Dismissing the events as irrelevant to his person without forgetting them, Caelsancti moved to a tree in the square in its own patch of grass bordered off by the typical, patterned-cobblestone road motif that decked the city, enjoying its slight shade even with the morning sunlight in his face as the sun came off the horizon. There he found a perfect view off the edge of the square to the Noxard Ocean, ships from Dayaman emerging over the sea into the foreground and docking into Wortgott.
But... how does anyone act that fast with only one hand? Surely someone would notice in that split second, especially with so many people around. Moreover, who would be so incompetent as to miss a hand clearly reaching for their pouches, and then not check immediately after the trick to verify it? Either way, there's a little bit of power-play involved for something like that to happen, for she wouldn't be able to get out fast enough for a nearby guard to stop her, and even with a distraction, people still have enough peripheral vision to catch things happening in the corners of their eyes.
Like, it's still to some degree one of the lesser forms of godmodding and thus excusable, especially since it's being done to an NPC, but it's also necessary to make sure we have a logical timeline of events for the player characters there.
This event has been filed as a minor infraction, because the NPCs were controlled by a player, and not a GM, for the gains of a player's character. As such, the wallets are empty.
Like, it's still to some degree one of the lesser forms of godmodding and thus excusable, especially since it's being done to an NPC, but it's also necessary to make sure we have a logical timeline of events for the player characters there.
This event has been filed as a minor infraction, because the NPCs were controlled by a player, and not a GM, for the gains of a player's character. As such, the wallets are empty.
BlackCat, I don't recall reading anything about your character having a penchant for stealing and thievery. Furthermore, when you said magic tricks, I thought you meant illusions and slight-of-hand movements with explanations, not outright witchcraft. If Arisu isn't capable of magic, how can she take a person's wallet without his noticing if he's right in front of her, he's watching her, and she cannot take his wallet with anything other than a physical, visible movement?
Wikipedia said Bombshell may refer to:
- Bombshell (sex symbol), a sexually attractive woman
- Bomb, an explosive device
- Shell (projectile), a payload-carrying projectile
ok
Really the future of this role-play is as unpredictable as our future. I have no major plot points planned other than things that I decide shall occur in the near-future.
I'm not accepting you until I see the character sheet, please. Really there shouldn't be such frivolity surrounding something like this. Just make a character, and if it's acceptable, you'll be allowed in.
Well, I mean our planet Earth has a pretty dark history and we're still up here partying... And there's no reason not to respect it and we still have cheeriness in Uldor, given the sunshine and rainbows of our introduction and surface happiness of most of the cast thus far.
ravenDivinity said we are accepting.
Usually bombshells have a negative connotation and that implies the utter destruction of all order via bombing. Are you sure you don't mean "I have a character that won't get out-of-character and doesn't have an overused backstory and won't strive to be the center around which the entire role-play revolves"? Because in that case, we are accepting.
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