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| The Mysterious Meteor (Nothing, Viola + Dante); Quest Thread [C] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 24 2014, 03:49 PM (676 Views) | |
| Animela | Apr 24 2014, 03:49 PM Post #1 |
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52nd of Spring - 605 Staring out the window of one of the large buildings of Everton, the white haired man with beady eyes leaned on the window's edge waiting for the arrival of all those who had expressed a want to attempt his task. This was Kwaros, the Alchemist. Behind him, his laboratory expanded out, a mix of occasional cluttered counters, experiments, vats of heated materials. As per example, a pot sat besides him, a mix of cobalt and glass yet the mix swirled a rich dark dark filled with particles that twinkled like the stars themselves. Blue goldstone... He would be cooling these off later to let them harden. With word spread around both the town and the plains, curiously the notion hadn't attracted any of the more common local residents yet had its hold on some of the more foreign types in the area, with the exception of the mage who had established himself down by the large glittering river. His fingers curled, adjusting his spectacles, continuing to stare out the window. The sun was at noon, his guests were nearly late. He frowned thinking this to himself. Maybe he should send a message elsewhere, maybe to that island out in the ocean, or maybe to Mooringfields. No wait.... He squinted watching the Shadows moving about the street his cheeks sucking into themselves. Maybe they would make it on time anyways. Four Clothed bags sat on the table opposite of the goldstone vat, they would receive this payment, after they returned him his spacerock. He needed only wait now to give further details. Edited by Animela, Apr 24 2014, 07:54 PM.
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| Alberio | Apr 24 2014, 08:13 PM Post #2 |
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A small boy strode through the gates of Everton, largely unmolested. His clothes ragged and dirt stained but recently cleaned. A small knife at his belt. A weighty stick which served as a walking staff in his hand. What once had been his cape had been repurposed and folded into a makeshift sack slung over the head of his staff. Holding his journal a charcoal nib and some dried fish rations for the trip it was serviceable but could have been better. In his purse at his side he had only brought twenty gold pieces in the hopes of purchasing something useful while in town. The remainder of his wealth remaining back at his "home" by the river underneath a rather prodigious boulder that only he could lift. For safe keeping of course. Having mercifully recovered from his previous ordeal he had managed to find a flyer for the so called "expedition" floating down the river. Whoever or whatever had taken it probably didn't care enough to follow up with it and so here he was, taking their place. Approaching the address written on the worn flyer he stepped up the small stops and rapped on the door three times. Upon the door being opened he would hold up the flyer in the face of whomever opened the door and proceed to try and slip past them into the domicile in question. If he was able to step inside without incident he would look around surveying the room and whoever was in it before asking the person who opened the door "So...who wanted the hunk of rock that fell from the sky?" |
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| Marauding Captain | Apr 26 2014, 01:04 AM Post #3 |
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As Viola arrived to the gates of Everton she took a moment to look around before heading for her destination in the village, after all it had been quite a while since she was last here, if she recalled correctly the last time was near the start of last winter, she stayed around for a bit and then left when it started geting cold, she hated the cold hence why she had the habit to spend the winters in the barrens or other places that don't get too cold. Still, after a few minutes she headed for the address written on the flyer she picked up earlier, it seemed like a nice way to spend her time and she was helping someone out at the same time, that was always a plus. When she finally arrived at the specified adress she was mildly surprised to see Nothing knocking at the door, she didn't really think he'd be interested in helping out someone that wasn't himself, then again maybe he just wanted to get paid. A usual though the child wizard was being rather rude, seeing him try to enter the house without having permission made Viola speak up "Hey Nothing, you could at least wait to have permission before trying to get in." |
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| Alberio | Apr 26 2014, 01:23 PM Post #4 |
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He would raise one eyebrow as he turned around recognizing the voice. "Ah, lizard girl. For some reason I thought you lived amidst rocks and ate insects and had no need of money." He would wait for her response before continuing "So, are you acquainted our host here?" alluding to the cryptic message on the flyer about retrieving a "fallen star." They happened every once in a while. Nothing himself had seen them land personally twice before. Sadly while a good deposit of iron ore they were largely useless beyond that. Still, the alchemist who wanted it was probably inexperienced and unaware of the qualities of star-stones. HIs loss, Nothings gain. |
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| Animela | Apr 26 2014, 08:40 PM Post #5 |
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Before the boy could have even managed his third knock, the door would swing open, leaving his fist to knock into a much softer surface, particularly that of one of a breast. Apparently used to this however, the woman would continue as though nothing had happened. A flyer being shoved in her face as she continued to swing it open for the guests, her hooves knocked backwards on the wooden floor, Nothing's attempt at slipping inside much easier than one would have had expected. "My apologies, the door to the shop would have been open sooner but there were other matters to attend to." Despite being in her 60s, the Holstaurus had clearly managed to keep hold on her youthful looks. One might not have guessed passed her 30s. She chuckled at the scene before her, bickering young people. "Now while you may have different life styles I'm pretty sure you both need any type of currency for similar reasons, to get what you want or maybe just necessarily need that cannot be obtained in any other manner." "Now if he were to try to break into the Lab or the house, that would be a problem, no doubt." The woman smiled lightly swinging the door open wider for Viola to enter as well. "As for who would want the stone, that would be my husband. It was an interesting enough event to see at the least." The insides of the 'shop' would be lined with racks and barrels. A large variation of gemstones, perfumes, and incense would make up a few of the products that lined the walls. Chunks of Lapis, Citrine and Agates each in their own section just to name a few. A bowl of burning sage would sit on the sales counter would be slowly stoking itself out. "I'll go fetch him so he can decide what to do with you next." The statement would be made be she'd nearly go to the door behind the counter, her buoyant breasts bobbing with each step, and with a beckoning wave the much older man would come forth from the door. "Ah, here before we even opened up. Good punctuality. I should only wait a little longer in case there are others." Edited by Animela, Apr 26 2014, 08:42 PM.
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| Dante | Apr 27 2014, 11:09 PM Post #6 |
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Entrances were important. They gave a first impression, and those were very important. If of course someone else hadn't already made that impression for you. Dante worried little about his impression because years ago it had been made for him. His impression was made every day by dozens of people he'd never met, and be likely to find repugnate if he did. But still it did afford him a particular berth and method of travel, and mode of interaction many weren't blessed with. All part of the job after all. His staff was lacquered wood, smooth, and flawlessly painted to a night black with white metal caps on both ends. Dante made smooth easy strides. His eyes glanced about, and he nodded to himself at the very cold reception. Delightful. Well at the very least this should make people eager to see him gone. His clothes were the classic black pants, and a long black robe that covered them almost completely. Both were rather dusty at the bottom, but the rest of his outfit was the uniform black of his office. A white belt he wore held a few small pouches and a thick black book. Small silver buttons glinted slightly as the light hit them. The outfit was enough to place what he was if not who, and Dante had long ago given up on trying to pretend he was anything else. Regardless of what he was it would not affect who he was unless he allowed it. He always remembered that. The church was rarely welcomed into a town as openly cohabitational as this one. Likely the passing priest would have little to fear. The white heart and silver quill were not a welcomed sight to any even those within the church. Only one group wore the heart. Dante continued to make his way thru the town. The collar of his outfit was black except for the ends where it was also white. He stopped to take out his book. It was very well made thick bindings with a leather cover. A small slip of paper placed like a book mark. Dante unfolded it with care to read the information again before he folded it back up, and placed it within the book. One page was covered with cramped meticulous writing. The other page was still unfilled. He continued to move through the streets. He ignored the way humans looked at him, and monstergirls made sure not to be looked at by him. After all when was an Inquisitor a good thing. Dante knocked on the door frame twice with his staff, and stopped to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. They framed two bright blue eyes with a fierce intellect behind them. His hair was as black as his clothes. He waited for a moment before he entered. He was hardly so rude as to enter a home without making someone aware of him. His mouth a thin line as he moved. He wasn't late he had made sure of that. Showing up at this time would mean that he would be able to spend time speaking to the man offering this job with little interference. Dante knew he was not within the church's realm of control, but he could tell by the town peoples reactions that the church was not a force they had forgotten. A razors edge. Not an impossible position. He noted the others that had arrived before him. Interesting. A human. Young at that. And a monster girl. Reptile breed. Possibly together, possibly customers. Dante said nothing for now, and let his brain roll the issue over as he looked at them. His eyes flicked about rather quickly before he at last turned his attention to the elderly man. Dante figured this man was likely the person he was looking for, or if not the father of the person he sought. He was rather elderly. He didn't miss the Holstaurus either. An adopted daughter perhaps... no. She was older than that. He had almost missed it. She had aged well. It answered the question of who the alchemist was. Dante said nothing to the assembled group. He took out his book and removed the piece of paper. He unfolded it, and held it out for the older man. This was a feeling he was used to. He wondered if Monstergirls ever felt like they were in the demon's den. Surrounded by unknown elements, and alone. He stopped himself from smiling. The game was afoot, and it would be unfair to give them an advantage. Edited by Dante, Apr 28 2014, 01:05 AM.
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| Marauding Captain | Apr 28 2014, 01:43 AM Post #7 |
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Nothing's comment made her twitch, giving an annoyed look at the boy "Okay, first stop calling me "lizard girl" all the freaking time, I have a name so use it. And if you went and forgot it my name is Viola. Second, I do NOT eat bugs, hmph." she said with an annoyed tone, now that she thought about it she used that tone almost every time she ended up interacting with Nothing, honestly she wondered how Animela managed to endure him on a day to day basis. Trying to shrug off the boy's insults she entered the shop when the holstaurus lady opened the door wider, then she looked at the merchandise they had while waiting for the aformentioned lady to go fetch the one that sent out the flyers, shortly after that an elderly man came in, he commented on their ponctuality and mentioned that there could be others coming along. Viola then heard someone knocking and turned her head to see a man come in, from the looks of it he was with the church... Now she asked herself the obvious question, what the heck was that guy doing here? She looked at him for a moment then looked away, chances are that today will be rather out of the ordinary, whether in good or bad she couldn't know but it sure seemed to be leaning more towards bad. |
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| Alberio | Apr 28 2014, 10:11 AM Post #8 |
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Nothing would roll his eyes at Viola's commentary, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. "And an unfitting name at that" remarking tacitly. "What is your name supposed to Mean anyway? Violet? Because farm where I'm standing you're green, not purple. Or does it mean modesty? Because trust me, that outfit is anything but" he would remark on her short martial-artist dress. He was being willfully antagonistic and smirked at her frustration. He would ignore the Holstrous woman's politeness. She was neither antagonizing nor helping and therefore was unworthy acknowledging at this time. The old man would walk in and say that they would need to wait a few moments. Nothing would save his questions for now, avoiding redundancy later. Besides, he was enjoying himself too much annoying the Lizard woman. The door would swing open and in would stride a person most unfit for their endeavor. Nothing assumed him to be a customer given his dress, hardly meant for travel and much more useful for attending formal events or lounging around in a library. He thought the man would go right up to the counter but no, instead he took up a spot on the wall. Nothing sighed. Well wouldn't this be wonderful. |
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| Animela | Apr 28 2014, 01:04 PM Post #9 |
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As a third person to join the quest walked in, this time a man, well established in his ranking in the church earned over the years, both owners of the place they stood in, looked up. The holstaurus lowered her brow in a wary expression but her husband waved his hand off in reminder and she settled. They occasionally did get customers of this sort but one was not too quick to forget what they were capable of. Upon presenting the flyer, Kwaro would nod his head in approval to a third being added to his rock search party and looked over to the large grandfather clock behind the counter, its pendulum swinging back and forth with each second, forcing the gears attached to move the hands; 10am. "Glad to see one of your kind is Civalized enough to take on a task that should involve working with others you are unfamiliar with." The slightly serious tone had a backedge of tease and good humour, they were both human after all. "But enough waiting." His form stood taller as he opened the door behind the counter, the Cow woman removing the barrier that would have normally obscured the pathway to it. "Caroline if you don't mind" The woman nodded her head taking off past the door quickly disappearing and he himself would look back at them inviting them through. "Come now, we don't need to dally." He then also disappeared through the door as well. Had the small group chosen to follow they'd find themselves in his lab, the area scattered with various experiments and instruments. To their left would be the window the man had previously been sitting at, 2 wooden chairs and a couple same heighted stools all sat around somewhat of a coffee table. Kwaro would have taken up his own seating in his wooden chair by the window. After all that had chosen to do so had seated themselves, 'Caroline' would renter from another door that had led up a stairwell. Their normal home apparently was situated on top of the labratory/store duo. A platter would be placed on the table, a teapot, cups, bowl of sugar and a spout of cream to go with. "Thank you Caroline." She promptly left the group heading back through the door to the store, probably to attend to the counter for any customers who would happen to wander in during the day. The alchemist drew himself up to pour his own cup and placed it to his lips for a moment, just scenting the herbal tea for now. "If you have any questions before I give you direction, travel details and your departure, ask them now." |
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| Marauding Captain | Apr 29 2014, 12:42 AM Post #10 |
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The boy just had to keep at it, didn't he? Now he was making fun of her name, this time however Viola wasn't going to let him get away with it, she took a moment to think of how to respond to his remarks, there was of course the obvious choice of hitting him but she wasn't about to do that, firstly because hitting a child generally doesn't speak well of you and secondly it would only give him the satisfaction of angering her. Instead she decided to respond to his remarks with one of her own "Huh, look who's talking. You don't even have a real name, you're literally called Nothing. I have to say though, for being Nothing you sure have one heck of an ego." she told him while still annoyed, that said she turned away from the annoying kid and waited for the old man to call them to his lab to discuss the details of the expedition. When they reached the lab Viola chose to remain standing, and stayed quiet when the old alchemist asked them if they had any questions before he gave them the directions, after all the only information that really interested her was where they were going and how to get there, the rest she didn't mind hearing but she didn't really feel like asking either, judging by the other two going with her she'd probably have to be the muscles of this group, as she knew the kid's physical strength was laughable, he still had his magic though. The other guy didn't look too strong either but he looked like a priest so she didn't really know what to expect of him, perhaps he could use magic too, perhaps not, either way she still had to keep an eye on him. (Just feel like reminding you that Viola has yellow scales. =l) |
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