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Post by Kiki on Sept 18, 2008 13:47:09 GMT -5
Nafamere and Vyn receive 1 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 19, 2008 9:03:04 GMT -5
Well he got her talking... and not threating him at the moment so it was all good for now. He saw her even look twoards the necklace that he was talking about. He pointed to the one where the hamster had added his feathers too. "I be talking about dat one there." though turning his attention back to her did he eye the necklace that was barily visiable around her neck.
"It be rather lovely, be dat it made of some creature, but It suits you quite well" he said with a smile picking up the flask again to take another sip. He had no attention to take anything from this house. Especally anything that she was currently wearing. He wasn't stupid, nore was he a ravon. He didn't too much care for the irds and other breeds that had affenities by shining objects.
He looked around the house wondering if she had any other kin that she would like to contact... he might be able to get another flight in and a bit more coin in his purse. "Well, Mecha, I be sorry that ye pa be dead. I never knew my pa, and my mother died not quite long ago." with the sentiment things out of away he attempted to push something more.
"Well be der any other kin that ye might have some post for? I wouldn't mind taking anything ye be wanting to send." As long as it didn't attack him during flight, he thouht privatly with a friendly smile for both his words and his thoughts.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 19, 2008 9:38:53 GMT -5
Meecha paused, looking up from the necklace she was wearing to the variety of trinkets dangling from here and there. None of them were particularly necklaces, but simple trinkets for...whatever she decided to use them for. She never really thought about it much, but when push came to shove she was truly a pack rat.
"I find 'em, or trade 'em with Outsiders dat come through here... Sometimes Krisoff brings 'em from the City in exchange for favors..." Or attention. "But mostly I be gettin' 'em from likes such as yourself." As for her necklace. "It be nuthin but a swamp rat that got in ma's cupboard." Meecha snickered a little at this before shrugging carelessly once more.
And then he went off on some blubbering of sentimentality that only made the woman at the opposite end of the table stare at him. Her eyebrow arched slightly and she laughed a little. "Dey all be dead. I have no kin an' I don't be wantin' to see 'em, eider. Yae want to take a post tah someone? Take it to Kristoff in Capital," and he'll bring me back your head.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 20, 2008 12:26:55 GMT -5
Well that was strange, at least she had someone out in the world that she would want to keep in conact with. He would be happy to do it for her. Sabe had been helped by this strange hampster so far... and had no real reason to distrust the woman. Sabe always was too trusting, and a quick heart.
He also wondred what small favors ment... but he would ask that question later...
"I would be happy to help ya with dat post den. Ye said Kristoff, in the Capital City, no?" he asked wanting to know who this person was so he could find him quickly, at least he was going to the capital anyways... that was where this package was going too.
Sabe now knew not to talk about her family or friends though. He dind't want to get on her bad side... he could see a mental immage of his head placed on the mantle... or his wings spladed... he gave a shudder at the thought.
Stop ye squabling, Sabe... Get ye self together! he thought to himself. He was a decent person and would attempt his best to get on her good side.... most people seemed to loosen up after a few drinks, but she didn't seem like the drinking type.
"Well, do you want some mild ale?" he said holding up the flask taking a small swallow of it to show that it wasn't poisonous or anything. Sabe had figured that she was easly impressed by things that she hadn't seen before. And new experances might be something that she could like, or may want to have.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 22, 2008 18:21:42 GMT -5
Meecha offered Sabe a strange little smile when he agreed. Silly bird. "Yea, dat be him." Did that mean she needed something to give to him? ...Kristoff gave her stuff. The hamster thought on this for a moment, expression tightened into a thoughtful knot.
Superstitious cat that he was she could give him a charm... Perhaps... If he even accepted a package from an Outsider like Sabe... Hum.
And then Sabe spoke up quite suddenly and pulled her out of her thoughts. Meecha blinked. "Ale?" Meecha watched him carefully as he swigged some of the liquor from the silver flask, her expression becoming considerably more perplexed. Quickly she racked her brain for knowledge of this ale. Her parents had sheltered her when she had lived with them, keeping her away from such degenerate habits and the only 'drinkers' she knew were her old mentor and Kristoff. Not that Kristoff brought that knowledge to her, she'd never asked for it. Frowning deeply, refusing to ask for an explanation, Meecha simply held out her hand.
She'd give it a sip, maybe feed some to Lao... Then she'd risk sampling it herself.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 22, 2008 19:44:42 GMT -5
He waited politely until she held out her hand. The bottle was already half empty and he decided that if she wanted to than she could finish it off. So he moved to hand the silver flask over to the hamster, eyeing Leo all the time… he was a bit afraid of the small creature… it could take an eye out something easily.
He wanted to see her reaction on how she was going to take the ale, but that could wait… he wanted to know also what he might be taking to this Kristoff. He hopped that it wasn’t going to be too heavy. Something small that could be held in a pouch would be nice to have though, those where the easiest to carry.
When she took the flask from him did he state again, ”It be a acquired taste” not many people liked ale… or alcohol that much.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 23, 2008 0:52:09 GMT -5
Meecha took the flask, lifting it close to her nose and taking a brief whiff. It was strange... she brought it closer, took a deeper inhale and... GUH. The scent had hit her nose full force, causing the woman to wince. Oh suits, that was gross!
The stopped quite suddenly and turned around, finding a bowl. She poured a spot of the Ale into it and then whistled sharply, summoning Lao over. The little Tove whistled back, though it's stone bespoke hesitance. "Drink it." Meecha demanded, and so he did... and the whistling-keening response she got was enough to make up her mind.
"Don't want none." She set the flask back down in front of him, then dipped her finger into the bowl to give it a brief taste test. Vile. Her face scrunched up in displeasure. "Really acquired..." She murmured, looking awfully displeased.
Lao, however, had gotten the worst end of this situation. He was currently floating around the room, kreening and whistling in a rather horribly off-kilter way. What might not have even got a light-weight like Meecha drunk was nothing compared to the little Tove.
Oops.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 23, 2008 3:29:30 GMT -5
Sabe couldn't help but laugh at Lao's new found vice. He took the bottle putting it with the packages that he was ment to deliver. These where turlly the days that Sabe lived for. he gave another chuckle as he waved twoards Meecha,
"Give he some water and it will past fasta." he said... he wasn't a expert but he knew that the trick worked. He would have gotten it himself but thought aginst it... he didn't want to touch a thing in this house... even the water that collected in one of the pans...
"ye know there be more dan just ale in da world... there be beer, wine, gin, and many more. Though someone of yer tastes would like wine. Maybe next time I get lost around here I bring ye some?"
He was attempting to bargen with her now... no use trying to die fast by not offering something... he knew that his two feathers wouldn't be enought... because he was sitting here now and was covred in them... she might just want them all at some point.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 23, 2008 6:27:06 GMT -5
Meecha looked at the bird and then frowned briefly before reaching out to snap the Tove from the air. He keened even more loudly but she ignored him and dunked his head in the cleanest bit of water she could find.
Upon pulling him out, the little Tove fluted in protest and simply flopped over. Not dead, Meecha knew this, but probably a little light-headed. She returned him to his spot on her mantle. Once it had curled up into a miserable little ball of hiccups, Meecha turned around and focused on Sabe. There was more of that stuff than Ale? If it all stunk like Ale did then she didn't want it.
Not to mention that she hadn't said he was welcome to come back. If he was afraid of being plucked overnight than he wouldn't want to risk giving Meecha a second chance to evaluate her time with him. "I ne'er said you could be comin' back to my hut! Not wit dat smelly poison, eider! I won't be touchin' somethin' dat be makin' Lao act like dat! Look right painful it does!"
The hamster tilted her head briefly, listening to the rain pelting her roof -- a good deal of it was leaking through here and there as well but Meecha ignored that. Never before had she wanted the rain to stop this bad. She'd told the bird he could stay until it passed (Or, well, that was Meecha's feel on the bargain) and she had no intention of keeping him a second longer.
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Post by /|/afamere on Sept 23, 2008 6:48:04 GMT -5
Sabe felt miserable than. How could someone hate the beverage that he drank so frequently? He gave a sigh and looked about the hut... there had to be something to do... though when she talked about the him not coming to the hut ever again did he realize just how much he wasn't welcomed here, not to mention the fact that this card might have a vendetta agisnt pretty things.... like his two missing feathers. Though she must think that many things where to be had, but something told him that if he ever came back than he must bring something of great value to the woman, something that she would find pretty or useful, but that left a question on the tip of his toung... What did she consider useful or pretty?
He looked over to the Tove, it did look rather pathetic... but it would heal up sooner or later, he wouldn't have thought that Meecha was going to push the lettile creatures head into the ale... but that was besides the point. That showed one thing to him. When he had mentioned something that would help, she moved to do it something fast... it showed that she actually did care about things in this world, though to get that prsitigious spot in her life would be rather difficult.
I spoke up, "Your right, it is a smelly poison... it be a poison of merry ment... though he be a bit too small to handle the liqur that well." he paused before continuing onto something else on his mind, "I have been thinking... what do ye find pretty or useful? So da next time I come back, if ye ever let me... or if I bring something back from dat Kristoff card, what would you want as a bargening chip, I may be able to find something that ye might just like." he said as calmly and clearly as he could... he didn't want to move right now if he did he would feel the small effects of the ale that he had been sipping for the time.
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