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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 6, 2009 21:49:20 GMT -5
"This has to be a joke, right?"
"I don't know anything more than you do about our mission this time-"
"You're a mindreader."
"It doesn't make me omniscient by any measure," The man adjusted his white cloak, the embroidery on it shimmering in the brilliant sunlight. His compatriot, similarly attired, stepped in beside him.
"Let me guess. Auguste went and used that ring that you guys scooped up last mission, and now you can't tell what he's thinking," He pushed the hood back, revealing a young face and pale blonde hair, trimmed neatly.
"That'd be about it, wouldn't ya say? It's like everybody I know is pickin' up stuff so I can't peek into their minds."
"Hey, I didn't get any choice about having this medal-"
"Amulet."
"Amulet stuck in me, so don't act like I'm personally targeting you with it, Nopcsa."
"Hey, whatever. It just means that you're a lot less fun to have along than Terrian or Aythya or, well, just about anybody in the order."
"I'm not actually IN the Order."
"Whatever, Garth. You do still happen to be along for the mission, so let's say you are."
"It doesn't matter."
"It does. Probably quite a bit more than you'd like," Nopcsa scuffed his foot through the sand, scraping on some kind of stone beneath.
"Well, uh-" Garth licked his lips, and then decided it was for the best to change the subject, "We're looking for a specific monastery, right?"
"Kinda. We're looking for anywhere with a lama of sufficient skill, and monasteries are the best spots to try first."
"And that's why we're here, I'm guessing."
"That'd be it. Tsetserleg used to essentially be centerred around a large and powerful monastery, and still has a significant tradition. If the Communists hadn't wrecked the place up like they did, we'd probably be sniffing around elsewhere for this phurbu."
"Furby?"
"Oh god, no. Phurbu. It's some kind of mystical implement that Auguste has a jonesin' for. And it's up to us to find one, scam its owner out of it, and run it back to Hawaii as fast as our little legs can carry us," Nopcsa's volume seemed to fluctuate for a moment as a man walked past, falling to a mumble before rising back to a conversational tone.
"And you don't find yourself questioning the choices you've made thusfar when your daily work consists of stealing from a supposed holy man, most likely via force, and then hoping that he doesn't smite you?" Garth looked up, at the clear blue Mongolian sky. He brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes.
"I stopped questioning that sort of stuff a long time ago. Two, maybe even three whole weeks back," Nopcsa said, grinning in the shadows of his hood. The wind blew in about them, sending their cloaks whipping about wildly.
OOC: Not Shadowplay. Something else. This is a one-et-one RP, so yeah. Anywho, that's the start of things.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 7, 2009 20:43:54 GMT -5
“The streets are busy today.” observed a young figure as she monitored the crowd for her target. After waiting about another ten minutes, the person she had been looking for stepped out of the building across from where she was sitting and started out at a brisk walk down the road.
“Perfect. It should be easy from here. All I need to do is get close.” Telrien waited for just a few moments to let him get ahead then jumped up from her seat and started after him. She didn't run at him of course. Well, not at first. Yes, it was an old trick, but hey, what works, works. Catching sight of something interesting in one of the shops the nameless person was passing, she “accidentally” knocked him over. This, of course, resulting in scattered items all along the ground.
“Oh my goodness, sir, I am so sorry! I should have been watching. Here let me help you.” Telrien apologized as she stooped down to help.
“It- It's fine. I can do it myself. It's no problem at all. Just be on your way, Miss.” The man stuttered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Quite sure, quite sure.” the girl shrugged.
“If you insist. I hope you have better day.” the man nodded absently as he hurriedly looked for all his things. Telrien continued down the road a ways before she let a grin break across her face. She examined the little blue vile that was her new treasure, “Hmm, looks a little bit like mouth wash...” she joked with herself. This would be quite useful for her new designs.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 7, 2009 21:47:42 GMT -5
NAIC: Telrien and Terrian should date. Okay that is all please continue.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 7, 2009 21:47:51 GMT -5
"Possible trouble, eight o' clock," Nopcsa's hood still kept his face shrouded, and his peripheral vision blocked.
"No, don't turn around. Some girl, a pickpocket or whatever."
Garth could hear the slowing footsteps behind them, the slightly heavier breath of somebody after exertion. He jammed his hands into his pockets, preemptively.
"God, you're green," Nopcsa kept the same posture and pace, jerking his head to gesture for Garth to keep up. He shouldered past a middle-aged woman, ignoring her indignant muttering.
"What are we supposed to do, then?" Garth jumped over a small metal wagon loaded with groceries, landing shakily on the other side.
"See if she'd like employment," Nopcsa's last response was almost a whisper, clearly muttered at the moment the girl was preoccupied avoiding the same wagon.
"Oh-"
"We forgot to get matcha!" Nopcsa spun on his heel, stumbling directly into Telrien. His hands met her elbows, preventing himself from falling, and her from coming into reach of any of his pockets.
"So sorry, miss. It seems that I forgot to get something at the market, and well..." Nopcsa glanced back towards Garth.
"I promised my buddy some poached eggs with matcha for dinner tonight. We're taking turns cooking while we're in the region, since we don't have the money for restaraunts."
"Uh, yeah?" Garth drifted about a short distance away, paying attention but uncertain where Nopcsa was going with his routine.
"Anyways, my specialty is poached eggs. Making them just right requires a certain knack, like sleight of hand. I'm sure you follow? Though, to be fair," Nopcsa placed his hand back on her right wrist, where she had clenched the vial.
"A little vinegar helps keep it together. Something about the acid, right?"
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Post by Cendra on Sept 7, 2009 23:35:47 GMT -5
Huh. And here I thought I was doing good. I let it get to my head I guess. Ugh, and it was such a lovely day. Maybe I can still turn things around. Just stay cool under pressure. Telrien looked up at the clear sky then turned to the newcomer with a flattering smile.
“Well, I must say that is a wonderful line,” Telrien gestured to where her wrist was being lightly held, “but if you wanted to ask me out on a date, all you had to do was ask. I hope you can really make those poached eggs though. See I'm from out of town too and what I wouldn't do for a home cooked meal. Course I could have you all wrong and you just want to buy a bottle of, eh, vinegar from me. In which case, I'm afraid I don't have any for sale.” As she finished Telrien slipped the vile from her right hand to her left and into a hidden pocket at her side. Keeping up her appearance, she cocked her head to one side innocently and waited for an answer.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2009 3:41:39 GMT -5
"Nah, if I wanted to ask you out, I'd simply go and take a guess at your favorite kind of flower or something like that. I'm usually pretty handy at that sort of thing," Nopcsa paused, glanced skyward at a bird that was flying by, and then looked back to Telrien.
"Anyways, sweet pea, I think that we'd like to have you along for dinner. You seem the type that'd be good company for a day like today," Nopcsa glanced back to Garth, who simply nodded distractedly.
"I'll just poach an extra egg or two. I shouldn't have too much trouble scraping together the ingredients for it," Nopcsa turned and started to walk away, gesturing for the girl to follow.
"Of course, we wouldn't ask you to provide any vinegar or whatever. I doubt it'd be... kosher."
OOC: I'll fix this up later, but here's the gist of it to work with.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 9, 2009 11:21:47 GMT -5
Telrien grinned, “I suppose they would be nice to have around if someone happened to want their vial back. Friends it is then. For now anyway.” She took a few quick steps forward to catch up and linked arms with her new companions. “So! Where t- hey, did you know sweet peas are my favorite flower? That's kinda funny.” Glancing back she saw a little disturbance from the area she had come from and picked up her pace. “Best to get going, boys.”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 13, 2009 21:31:20 GMT -5
"I just guess these things pretty well. You know, favorite movies, favorite flavor of ice cream, etcetera. It's one of those weird knacks that people have sometimes, y'know?"
"He's pretty good," Garth mumbled, still standoffish. He had jammed his hands into his pockets once more.
"Why, just the other day, a girl told me to try guessing her birthdate, so I said mid-May. Whaddya know, I was just a couple days off," Nopcsa beamed proudly, easily keeping pace with the speed of Telrien's steps.
"Our place is just around the corner here, something we rented for the duration of our stay..." Garth glanced over his shoulder, and was jerked back to attention by Nopcsa speeding up and tugging the other two along with him.
"It's good to have company with you around here. Most of the people are okay folks. Kind, friendly, and generous, even. But there are a few pickpocket types... If you don't have somebody with you to keep an eye out, they'll come swooping right on in-" Nopcsa turned to Telrien, a tragic look in his eyes, "Vile business."
"We're here!" Garth hastily severed his link in the chain, darting towards a low stone and mortar building. He fumbled with a lock for a bit, and then with a grunt, swung open a coarse and heavy wooden door.
"Come on in. It's only two rooms and a... Watercloset, but it's pleasant enough," Nopcsa stepped past a hanging blanket in the entryway, the cloth whispering against his cloak. The room beyond was barely lit, a small flickering lantern on a low table the only source of light. Nopcsa and Garth both hastily took seats on cushions beside the table.
"Take a seat."
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Post by Cendra on Sept 13, 2009 22:33:07 GMT -5
Telrien complied and plopped down on a third cushion.
“So,” she began after trying to study her surroundings in the dim lighting, “what's this all about exactly? You obviously don't just want to have lunch with me. Though, I must admit, it would have been nice. I haven't been to a happy gathering in a while.” She gave a tired smiled and stretched lazily.
“Maybe I should switch jobs. This pickpocketing thing is getting way to confining. What's this, the fourth time this month? Then again, that's actually not that bad. Ugh, that's really sad.” Telrian gave a mental sigh and studied the two men in front of her.
“Anyway, you guys have names or am I going to have to call you some sort of endearment like Daisy and Pumpkin?” she winked at the quiet one to her left.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 16, 2009 1:25:18 GMT -5
"It's about how useful you might be for us," Garth said matter of factly, catching a dirty look from his partner.
"It's about poached eggs, Garth," Nopcsa timed his remark precisely at the end of Telrien's question, answering it without needing to dedicate any extra time or effort to introducing the frailer of the two.
"I'm Garth, Garth Firbolg, and he's Nopcsa. Nopcsa...? Well, I don't know his last name, either."
"My name is Nopcsa, yeah. Nopcsa thing that you should be concerning yourself with," He produced three eggs from a basket on a counter, and stepped into the other room. There was the sound of a door opening and closing.
"Nopcsa doesn't like to give away much info, but the basic situation is that we hunt artifacts around the world. And our boss wanted a specific kind of item from around here, sooo..." Garth put a hand to his chest.
"Well, here we are, now. Nopcsa must've seen you doing something or other that made him think you might be able to help us, though I don't know what it is. I guess he's some kind of talent scout or whatever, though. Maybe?" Garth shrugged, and reached into his pocket, producing a pebble with a small measure of rummaging. He set it on the table, and began to flick it back and forth absentmindedly.
There was the sounds of clumsy thumping from the other room, and then the slam of a door being flung open haphazardly. Nopcsa's footsteps were heard, heavy and irregular.
"You guys are lucky I'm going through all this effort. Poached eggs are VERY tricky to get right when you're using wood to heat the stove..." Nopcsa threw down the load of wood by a squat black iron shape.
"Almost impossible for anybody who doesn't have my knack for these sort of things..." Nopcsa's head poked into the room again.
"Garth hasn't been making any inappropriate moves towards you, I hope? He's a bit of a perv."
Garth dropped his pebble, the rock noisily bouncing across the stone floor of the dining room. He dove for it, his hood coming back up once more. He rolled back into his seat, slamming the pebble down on the table.
"I am not!" He declared, his blushing face evident even in the low-ammount of light.
OOC: Bleach OST 1: Peaceful Afternoon. Good song for writing scenes like this.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 16, 2009 11:12:47 GMT -5
“Gee I don't know, Gar. Your cushion looks about an inch closer to mine than it was before.” Telrien looked at him with mock wariness, but couldn't keep the grin off her face for long.
“I'm Telrien Wallen. Artifacts aren't generally what I deal with. I try to stay under the radar of anyone big, but it just so happens I'm a bit low on funds right now.” She put her dirty blond hair back in to a ponytail, making her face more visible.
“So, what kind of job are you asking for and what's it worth to you?” When she finished, her brows furrowed a bit as if just realizing something. She turned her head toward the room Nopcsa was in.
“Uhh...Is something burning? Other than wood, I mean.” The question was directed to Garth.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 16, 2009 22:14:04 GMT -5
"Garth, please," He responded, sliding his cushion a few scooches away from the girl.
"We'll see about getting you a cut, then," Nopcsa said, and then ducked back into the kitchen once more. He opened a door in the stove, and tossed in two chunks of wood with a loud thud.
"She didn't say if she was going to help us or not," Garth said morosely, rolling the pebble into his palm, and then into his pocket once more.
"Garth, buddy, I know these sort of things, right?" Nopcsa produced a few pieces of tattered newsprint, and set them under the split logs. He drew a lighter, and began ineffectually flicking it with his thumb.
"So, can I tell her what we're trying to get, at least?"
"Sure, prolly best that somebody lets her know," Nopcsa threw the lighter aside with a disgusted grunt.
"Okay, then. Anyways, the thing we're looking for is called a phurbu, apparently. It's some kind of spike thing used by llamas-"
"Lamas," Nopcsa interjected, and then slammed down a book of matches on the countertop in disgust.
"I don't really know what good it's for, though... What it's good for, uh, y'know."
"It's supposed to be some kind of tool for exorcisim. Considering the sort of way things have gone as of late, whatwith how prominent the forces evil have got and such, it's probably a pretty good idea to be stocking up on stuff like that," Nopcsa struck a match repeatedly against the booklet, each time the familiar TCH! failing to be followed by any manner of ignition. At the mention of the forces of evil, he laid down the matches, and put a hand up to the side of his hood, as if scratching an itch.
"That's... Probably true. The people we work with stay out of this stuff, but the more Faustian sort of guys seem to be on the move for some reason or other," Garth sighed nervously, and glanced to Telrien. He was hoping that this wasn't too much for her to take in.
"The only real question is if our boss wants this for himself, or to give to an operative to help on missions, or if he's just going to sell the damn thing at a premium markup to some paranoid collector," Nopcsa chucked the booklet of matches into the bottom of the stove, and threw himself down on the cushions with a disappointed sigh.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 17, 2009 0:13:19 GMT -5
Telrien got up and walked over to the wood stove. Picking up the packet of matches she attempted to light one of the seemingly stubborn things. “Well, that's not the wildest story I've ever heard, but it's a close first.” She tore one of the cardboard matches out and wedged it between the strikepaper and back of the booklet, then pulled it out quickly. There was a little hiss, then a dot of light in the dim area. Careful not to let it go out, she bent and lit one of the scrap papers on fire. “Now, honorary chief, it was Nopcsa idea of mine to make the eggs, but that's what we seem to have decided on for lupper, seeing as it's past lunch by now. Why don't ya get cracken?” After again plopping down on she cushion, which seemed to be the trend, she continued. “I mean, if you travel around long enough you hear some pretty bizarre things. That and what's been in the news on and off. I don't usually take allot of time to listen to it. Mostly because I don't have a TV to do so. It'd probably make me lazy if I did anyway. I do hear some things about it though. But hearing about “evil forces” and going up against them are two different things. You'd better have a pretty nice chunk ready for me at the end of this. Even if we don't get the “phurbo” thingy.” OOC: Sorry if there are some things that aren't quite right. I finished this really late and it gets hard to think after a while.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 23, 2009 1:52:33 GMT -5
"That's the kicker-" Garth sighed, resting his elbows on the table. A few strands of pale hair fell across his face.
"Garth..." Nopcsa set down the eggs once more, and started to step out of the kitchen.
"Just say it straight up, okay? She'll find out one way or the other," Garth groaned, sinking even lower onto the table.
"Okay, okay. Miss Telrien, anywho, this mission isn't exactly as noble sounding as we're making it out to be. This isn't some Robin Hood, steal for a good cause sort of thing. Heck, this isn't even one of those May-as-well-take-it-since-nobody-else-is-using-it sort of things," Nopcsa poured some water into a pot on the stove.
"This thing belongs to a lama, a holy man. And it's a sure thing that he's getting some serious use out of it. We're going to be taking it from him, costing him time and money in exchange for our own gain. We're stealing from a 'good guy' with hopes that at some point, this action will end up being for the best."
"But yes, if you are still with us, the paychecks are quite magnificent," Nopcsa concluded, pouring a dash of vinegar into the water.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 23, 2009 6:50:23 GMT -5
Telrien's mood darkened a bit, the smile charade slipping form her face as she leaned back from the light.
“What do you think I've been doing for half my life? Pocketing food for orphanages? I think not. My conscience has been dull for a while now.” She looked at the two in front of her respectively as if weighing her options, the smile slowly returning.
“Besides, you two seem to be a goldmine for information. What kind of thief would I be if I didn't tag along? Maybe I'll learn a few things that'll be useful later.” She shrugged.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 23, 2009 13:13:15 GMT -5
"Well, there we go," Garth sighed, and leaned back once more, "Isn't a dead conscience one of the first things that Auguste checks for on the resume?"
"Second. First he makes sure that you aren't some kind of monster out to sneak into the barracks and go on a killing spree," Nopcsa glared at the pot, as if hoping such actions would lead to it coming to a boil more swiftly.
"That's happened before?" Garth asked, straightening up almost immediately.
"Only two or three times. Typically we don't let them devour more than two operatives," Nopcsa stepped into the dining room.
"Mind if I borrow Garth for a moment?" The mindreader said, and his colleague immediately rose. He stepped quickly around the table and Telrien, and into the kitchen. Once Nopcsa followed, Garth leaned in close and whispered in hushed tones.
"So, what can't you say in front of her?"
"Nothing," Nopcsa pushed Garth away, "I just needed somebody to help me get this thing boiling."
"Is that all? Why don't you go and see if you can have Aythya get you something off the top shelf or whatever?" Garth pushed past Nopcsa, to the stove, and raised a slender hand to the pot. Tongues of red, yellow, and green flames began flicking from his palm, and lashing against the black iron pot. The young man furrowed his brow, and soon blue and violet flames had risen up and joined in.
Soon, the pot was boiling, and Nopcsa had begun to prepare the eggs.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 23, 2009 17:49:30 GMT -5
Telrien watched as Garth exited the room. Once he was out of sight she decided to inspect her surroundings little better. The place looked hardly lived in really. There was nothing hanging on the walls. A few extra cushions were set off to the side, ready to be used if there happened to be more guests, but other than that and the table, it was pretty empty. A shadowed bundle, off in the corner, caught her eye. Getting up, she walked over to inspect it.
“Bingo! A travel case. There should be something nice in here. Hair brush? Ew...They really need a new one. Toothbrush. Not really wanting that either. She sighed in mild disappointment. “Fine. I'll at least take the toothpaste. I've been needing it anyway.” She slipped the small travel tube into her pocket and put the pack back the way it was.
“I figured they wouldn't leave something valuable, but you never know.” Telrien leaned up against the wall opposite the pack. Even if it was just toothpaste, she didn't want to get caught snooping.
“This'll be an interesting job. Maybe I can get some of that money in advance to fix my baby. It wouldn't be any fun without her.” She thought fondly. Slowly the aroma of food slipped into the main room from the kitchen. Telrien walked over to the door peeked in to see what was happening. Needless to say, Garth heating a pot with rainbow fire from his hand, was not exactly what she expected to find. Her eyebrows shot up and she stared at him for a moment.
“Well you don't see that every day, do you?”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 28, 2009 10:47:13 GMT -5
"Typically, most people don't. But once you work with us for a while, y'know, you start brushing stuff like this off," Nopcsa cracked an egg and dropped the contents into the pot with a plop.
"Really, it's kinda cool-" Garth let the flames surge slightly, multicolored sparks spattering the stovetop and then exploding into irridescent smoke. It spiralled towards the ceiling in pearlescent clouds, catching shimmers from the flames below. "Even I gotta admit it. They gave me the option to get rid of the powers, since they take a toll on my body, but I decided to keep them."
"Garth's really quite the powerhouse, compared to almost anybody I've ever met. But then again, those powers come with quite a bit of baggage, you know?" Nopcsa cracked a sly grin. Garth went to palm his forehead, and then remembered that he was spewing technicolor flames from his palm. Sheepishly, he went back to heating the water.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 30, 2009 13:01:01 GMT -5
Telrien's narrowed gaze turned to Napcsa.
“What the heck! Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something? You sure don't look like my mother...Not that she really has eyes in the back of her head. But that's not the point!” This once happy day had gradually turned stressful after the run in with these two. She had originally been planning to just eat a free lunch, then bale, but somehow she'd let herself get sucked in.
“I'm too impulsive! I need to think things through!” She chided herself. “Heh, who an I kidding. That'll never happen. I just have to make sure I'm not that cat...” This wasn't just a step up from what she had be doing before, this was more bounding-up-the-stairs-by-three's. The altitude change would make her head buzz. In fact, she wasn't quite sure it wasn't buzzing from all the things she's just heard and seen. It was all getting to be just a little more then she could swallow.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 6, 2009 11:26:25 GMT -5
"Eyes in the back of my head won't do me any good with this hood on..." Nopcsa said warmly, ladling the egg from the pot. He plopped it down on a terra cotta platter, little bits of boiling water spattering his hand slightly. He winced and drew away reflexively. “Garth, take Telrien into the other room. She seems like she could use a seat, and our supper is almost ready.” “M’kay,” The flames dispersed into a burst of lingering colors in the air, dancing about even once the young man had stepped away from the stove. Nopcsa bustled into the scintillations, quickly lowering another eggs into the pot. “Come on, Telrien. Let’s get out of here so that Nopcsa can really work his magic on those eggs,” Garth nodded to her, and then stepped around her, back into the dining room. He threw himself down on the cushions heavily, bracing himself with his hands. “Sooo, Telrien, have a seat,” Garth smiled slightly, trying to be reassuring. “You… I’m guessing you’re not native to here, and I can’t place your accent. Where are you from?” OOC: Need to improve my response speed.
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Post by Cendra on Oct 7, 2009 14:05:34 GMT -5
Telrien gave Nopcsa one last skeptical glare then turned to follow Garth.
“Norway originally. I've been traveling here and there for a while now though. Other accents could have rubbed off on me I suppose.” She said as she adjusted some things under her sand colored cloak to make sitting more comfortable. Little pockets lined the inside and just about every one of them had something in it.
“What about you? You don't really seem like a native here either.” Telrien winked at him playfully.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 9, 2009 16:55:40 GMT -5
"Ah, that would explain it, then," Garth drummed his fingers on the table, setting a certain cadence to the scene in the dining room. He raised one hand for a moment, brushing a few stray hairs from his pallid face.
"I- I'm from the Archipelago," Garth said tentatively, meeting Telrien's gaze. His eyes were large and worried, and with good reason. Whenever anybody refered to The Archipelago, these days, it could only mean one thing. The set of islands to the southwest of Japan, that hot spot for disasters and miracles. It was like the Wild West at its peak, a land where death and fortune could be found and missed daily. It was a frontier, a place where countless innovations and discoveries were made, day after day, but also where monsters would strike from the blue, and where sometimes, even the earth itself would sunder, and spew abominations and hellish beasts forth to maim and kill.
Garth smiled slightly, a sweet, weak one.
"So yeah. I'm one of those Powers from the Archipelago that you always hear about on the news. Not really anybody important, but I have ran into a few of the folks that make it onto CNN all the time," Garth shrugged a little.
"And no, if you're going to ask, I've never blown up a city. Or even a building, for that matter. Or ever fought any monsters, or anything like that. I'm still mostly an average guy, even if I come from freaksville."
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Post by Cendra on Oct 9, 2009 22:20:28 GMT -5
Telrien's brows raised for a moment, then fell back to their usual place.
“Well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised about that. Hmm...Blowing up a building might be some fun, but blowing up a city, that's a little over kill. No pun intended.” She cocked her head in thought for a moment.
“Can't say I've been out to Archipelago. Jobs are a bit more...difficult there obviously. Now, the town I grew up in was something of a tourist attraction. Relatively ideal for pocketing practice...and fishing.” she smiled a bit fondly at the last part.
“My father got me into inventing as well. Right now I'm working on enhancing bow and arrow efficiency and type. Hence my tiny financial dilemma.” Telrien let out a sigh as she leaned against the table.
“You'd be surprised at how much you can make at doing little jobs for people though. A notebook here, some shiny stuff there, it all adds up.”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 10, 2009 19:52:34 GMT -5
OOC: Blaise then lunged into the topic, kicking Telrien in the face! BIC: "I wouldn't be too surprised, I think." Garth shrugged, and let his hands rest for a moment. "I've only done two or three missions for the Fascere Order, depending on how you call it, and each time, the pay scale for my colleagues is pretty impressive. Of course, considering what we are snagging, it's kinda to be expected." "Nopcsa says that they've stolen the Mona Lisa half a dozen times now, each time, selling the 'real article' to some collector or other. Not sure how that works exactly, but he says that they're... As real as they need to be, or something like that-" "Trade secret." Nopcsa said with an enigmatic smile, entering the dining room. "One egg for the lovely lady, one for the other lady, and one for myself." He set a plate down for each person at the table, setting a fork by each with his free hand. He flopped back on the nearest cushion, carefully keeping his hood up. "Oh, c'mon, Nopcsa..." Garth sighed, already working on his egg. "Okay, Garth. You're lovely t-" Nopcsa was cut off by a cushion to the face.
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Post by Cendra on Oct 11, 2009 20:48:49 GMT -5
Telrien looked back and forth between the two and shook her head.
"And men say women are weird." She muttered as she eyed her egg tentatively. Deciding it was safe, she took a bite of it.
"It's...pretty good...ish...It'd be better with some water or something." She said as she glanced at Nopcsa grudgingly.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 1, 2009 17:18:41 GMT -5
"Water? You don't want water. But I can do tea, easy." Nopcsa stood up abruptly, and darted back into the kitchen.
"The tea around here isn't that bad, but it's a bit different than what I'm used to," Garth said. He pushed his plate aside, now empty except for a few tiny flecks of egg.
"They make their tea with the milk in it around here, and some salt, too. Or something or other. Dunno. Where ever you go, people have odd tastes. I'm sure that the people from around here wouldn't understand why we like our seafood the way we do in the Archipelago, or... Whatever you Norse people like or something..."
"I'm back." Nopcsa had two cups of tea, each one full to slightly below the brim.
Garth gratefully accepted his, and took a sip. It was creamy, with just a note of salt to it. He took another taste, gingerly, and then quickly drained the rest of the cup.
"So, Telrien, while you're having your tea..." Nopcsa sat down on a cushion, repurposing the one that Garth had flung at him.
"I was wondering, what kind of weaponry are you carrying? This is going to be a dangerous mission, in all honesty. This isn't your Western holy man, some old gentleman with a rosary or whatever. This man will have done his best to stay in perfect shape throughout his life, and may even be a Power in his own right."
"If you can't take care of yourself in a situation like that, we'd need to leave you behind."
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