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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 10, 2016 23:55:51 GMT -5
Hello. Is there a character open? )
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 10, 2016 23:59:48 GMT -5
(I have Zach open! ^^)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 0:02:40 GMT -5
Nice. Where is he? )
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 11, 2016 0:03:48 GMT -5
Peridot doubted that was true, but nonetheless she now had an excuse if Riliane came to her about the whereabouts of her pet. It was too much to wish he never be found-- Even without the princess's threats if Komaeda was never brought back, it seemed like he always returned regardless. She never knew if he was just lucky or unlucky. "Good, thank you," Peridot said, beginning to wave her hand dismissively at Noctin. "Unless there was anything else you needed to ask you can be on your way."
Even though she could have gotten out of the rain much quicker, Madoka kept pace with Crutchie instead. "Hopefully!" she agreed, "although it is becoming that time of year." And soon after the rain the snow would come. Madoka just wished for it to not be a hard winter for the kingdom. Not wanting to think about the future season as they were in the present with the rain, Madoka focused on using the awnings of the buildings for temporary shelter as they moved towards the bakery. "We're almost there!" she told Crutchie with a look over her shoulder to make sure that he was still alright.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 0:05:54 GMT -5
(I haven't given him a starter yet but he's just on the street pushing a cart around xD)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 0:12:54 GMT -5
That's perfect. )
A sudden shout of frustration came from inside a small, elderly looking hut. It was immediately obvious to anyone who looked what the cause was, as Sherlock was standing in front of the open door, fiercely trying to beat out a fire that was hungrily licking the weathered wood. His hair had a few leaves tangled in it, and he looked like he'd been up half the night, which was in fact a fair assessment. Those recurring nightmares made it very hard to get any decent sleep.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 11, 2016 0:20:18 GMT -5
(helloooo I have returned! )
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 0:26:34 GMT -5
Zacharie jumped at the sight of the small burning building. He veered his cart off course and pulled out a wooden bucket full of water. He was always prepared, naturally. He swung the bucket toward the flames, dousing them with water swiftly but carefully. "How did this happen??" he questioned Sherlock. He gave the hut a good long look, realizing it could have gone down fairly quickly. The merchant wore a dented mask over his face, which seemed to be made of a lightweight, bronze-colored metal. His outfit mainly consisted of strange cloth robes, with a faded white and red belt.
(welcome back falcon! :3)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 0:36:44 GMT -5
Sherlock jumped lightly out of the building, backing away a few steps until he was beside Zacharie and gazing at his rescued house. "A dog barked right outside my window, simple mistake really." He explained in a grumpy tone, as if annoyed at himself for being so clumsy. Or maybe he just wouldn't have been too torn up if the fire hadn't been stopped in time. It was difficult to tell. He continued in the same irritated tone, giving the other man a quick glance. "I was doing an experiment. It would have been completely safe if that dog hadn't decided to come right at a critical moment."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 11, 2016 0:40:58 GMT -5
( Anywhere I can drop someone? ^^)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 0:44:40 GMT -5
"Oh, what sort of experiment?" Zacharie suddenly sounded delighted. It was as though knowing what Sherlock was working on would eliminate his worries about the fire completely. He stuck the empty bucket back onto his rickety cart, which was overloaded with merchandise of all sorts. He seemed to have anything from swords to herbal medicines, which were wrapped in paper and thoroughly labeled.
(if it's ok with hawk you can join us in the street!)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 0:52:38 GMT -5
Yeah you can drop in someone if you want. )
"Nothing of any real interest I'm afraid, just passing the time." Sherlock sounded positively gloomy. Then his quick, bright blue eyes gave the table a look and he was instantly fascinated. "You however...some of this looks rare, expensive, must have been hard to come by. You're rich, then? Work at the castle? Maybe you've got a high-ranking relative, but I doubt it. Why the mask, then? You don't work at the castle, do you?" The peasant finished these words with considerably more energy than he'd had when he started. And he wondered why he couldn't get a good job.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 0:58:33 GMT -5
(Sherlock is awesome lol)
Zacharie chuckled at Sherlock's guessing and patted his cart of wares. "Oh no, I'm not rich. It has taken me many years to accumulate these items. The mask is something I sell too," he informed him, turning the cart sideways to show an array of similar masks that lined one end. "These I craft myself."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 11, 2016 1:06:14 GMT -5
( Okay How close is sherlock's home to the woods? >> Lark depending on Hawk and Razz's reply, I might have someone passing through there in a bit. He probably wouldn't stop to visit a cottage, but maybe one of them could sneak after him)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 1:10:55 GMT -5
Yes he is, cx. )
Sherlock made a small sound of interest, tilting his head downward to get a better look at the display. A good mask could come in handy for a number of reasons, In fact, four sprang up in his mind almost immediately, sceneries playing in the back of his head. He was impressed at the variety of things the merchant had as he looked over the rest of the cart, then again because he was sure he had missed things, since they were so close together. "You must have some other skill, then." He mused, glancing up at Zacharie curiously. "To keep you alive before you got all of this, unless you've got very kind relatives, which I doubt."
(Falcon: It's pretty close, one of the houses that are still in the town but are on the edges. )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 11, 2016 1:15:51 GMT -5
((Sorry I poofed again, I should be able to rp now. Anywhere I can jump in? ))
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Post by salt to the sea ★ on Sept 11, 2016 1:17:04 GMT -5
[ hey hey im back after dropping off the face of the earth for a while
also chamomile do you still want scorp and dipper to interact with each other or?? ]
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 1:17:05 GMT -5
"Ah but of course I have other skills!" Zacharie exclaimed. He chuckled again. "It seems you have specific skills as well. This is quite the interrogation you've initiated," he commented. Naturally, veering the conversation away from his business. Then the merchant gestured to his cart. "Would you care to purchase anything? That is the reason I've rolled my shop all this way of course."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 1:25:50 GMT -5
Sherlock's gaze became instantly focused and curious, even more so than before. Changing the subject away from himself, bouncing the question back to the questioner, then returning to his comfort zone: his cart. Was he hiding something? If he was, it almost certainly had to do with how he had survived before he had all his assorted goods. Ignoring the question about buying anything, the tall peasant persisted. "Yes, my skills mainly have to do with other people, the lies they tell, the crimes they commit. That sort of thing. Not very useful, maybe, but quite fun now and then. So how about this, if you tell me honestly about your time before you had all...this, I'll buy something. Deal?"
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Post by salt to the sea ★ on Sept 11, 2016 1:28:45 GMT -5
[ oo alright that's fine!! and i saw that but i was just worried that it wasn't for me and i didnt want to post without knowing ahah
goodnight! ]
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 1:31:49 GMT -5
("I have a very specific set of skills...")
"This sounds like a strange deal..." Zacharie stroked his invisible beard, narrowing his eyes behind his mask. With that set of skills, he wondered why Sherlock would not be fighting crime for the kingdom. "All right," he said, giving in. He was usually up for deals that made things interesting. "Before this was my sole livelihood, I worked as an undertaker." Then he gestured to his wares, waiting for Sherlock to select something.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 1:39:52 GMT -5
"Oh come on, be more specific." Sherlock said impatiently, giving the merchant a withering look. There was no way he was going to settle for that single puny sentence, not if he could help it. As for Zacharie's unasked question, that would seem like the most logical occupation for a man like Sherlock, and at first that's exactly what he expected to be. Unfortunately, it turned out that the King and Queen didn't like being told they were "such complete incompetent idiots it was a wonder no one had bothered to assassinate them yet". In fact, the only reason he figured was still standing was because he had happened to be able to prove he was right and they would have probably felt awkward killing him after that.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 1:50:51 GMT -5
"I operated a graveyard in the east end of the kingdom," Zacharie explained, leaning on his cart with one arm. Yes, using the term 'operated' made it sound quite official. "When I became successful as a merchant, I began traveling and trading for rarer items." There was a suspiciously empty hole between gravedigger and selling weapons, but the way he skipped over this information was different from usual; it seemed now that perhaps it was just a long and boring story. "Once upon a time, I sold many more things I crafted myself, but I'm no artist. They became unpopular."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 11, 2016 1:59:18 GMT -5
"Mm." Sherlock still sounded suspicious, but he seemed to decide Zacharie's story didn't have anything that screamed wrong about it. He glanced at the cart, now turning his mind to the difficult task of finding something he could actually afford. Maybe that plan hadn't been so well thought out...but he decided to pretend he wasn't completely broke for the moment. "How much is that? He asked, gesturing to a small package of cheap-looking herbal medicine that he honestly was sure was used for.
(I'm going to go to bed, feel free to move Zacharie along or keep him there. )
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 11, 2016 2:03:58 GMT -5
( Holy cow I just got locked into a game battle that lasted for 40 minutes x-x )
Hoofbeats accompanied by the jangling of buckles preceded their creator over the crest of the hill. However, instead of a traveler on horseback, Smokey appeared, looking rather annoyed. He had been scolded for sneaking away earlier and sent on a chore for the healer, to fetch some strange item from the Detlas market as punishment. He perked up a bit when he spotted the merchant's cart up ahead though
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 11, 2016 2:15:02 GMT -5
(Ok night! :3)
Zacharie grinned behind his mask when Sherlock decided to move along. He showed the number on one hand. "Five pence," he declared. "This one is high quality, it will aid you in getting to sleep." He smiled widely, assuming that might be useful to the tall rude investigator. When Smokey arrived, he seemed immediately overjoyed. "Why hello!" the merchant greeted. "May I be of assistance?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 11, 2016 2:39:24 GMT -5
(( *duct tapes self to thread* I promise I really am here this time, I started drawing and forgot to come back cx ))
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