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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I didn't realize we were waiting on me... I'm sorry... I should have realized sooner... unless Vena you wanna speed us along I have little to add to my last post as is for the moment.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

So me again!?

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Zander snorted at Amune as she stated about her mother making herbal remedies for hangovers, he was perfectly comfortable to let Ethan stew with it a little longer. It was slightly entertaining for him. He wouldn't lie to himself about that, or any of the others if they asked. He did watched the interaction between Nymira and Cecil out of the corner of his eye but gave it little thought. He was still trying to wrap his mind around that little puzzle and it was going to take more than a single night of wine drinking to put all the pieces together. Rubbing absently at his side, he poked Geoffrey in the side.

"You said at the gate we entered through no," Zander asked slowly. "The little house, almost set off by itself?"

Geoffrey nodded and looked towards the gate they entered through, "Ya ca't miss it, like I said ain't knowin' much 'bout it. So, enjoy!" He smiled down at Amune and knelt down in front of her. "Keep that un' outta trouble, with how he's actin' he'll get 'imself thrown out."

Zander huffed and took a few steps towards the way they had come into town, "The sooner we get there the sooner I'm sure we can catch back up with you lot and get everything sorted no?"

Geoffrey frowned slightly but stood up straight. Walking up towards Cecil and Nymira he patted Cecil on the shoulder, "Come-on 'eavy lift'r the sooner we get to da blacksmithie and get Nymira 'er ores the sooner I can pop in say 'ello to me aunt and we can rest a little longer. Ya'll still lookin' like ya need it."

"I didn't even drink that much, I had one mug..." Ethan whined in a pitiful tone, shoulder slumped as he was admonished by a child half his size. Granted that one single mug was more than he typically drank in a year, or ever for that matter. Thankfully his woes wouldn't be long lived as the herbalist, with luck, had something on hand to act as a remedy. Smiling sheepishly at the mention of his stink the Magi could only shrug his shoulders at that, not able to much argue that point. Giving Amuné a hug in return he tapped her nose before standing back up, giving a small wave to Cecil and the others as they began moving off. "We'll see you guys in a bit, have fun!" As much fun as one could have going to visit a blacksmith. While he ought to go see his weapon being made somehow he figured the smashing of a hammer against an anvil might just slightly irritate his hangover; a herbalist's home should be much quieter than a blacksmith's.

Nymira gave a short nod to the others as they departed, frowning when Geoffrey approached and spoke in his thick drawl once again. "Please try to speak clearly, I've heard drunkards more coherent than you," the Dimuran spoke, "As for your requests Cecil... I'll see what I can do. I don't even know what 'hydraulics' are and I wouldn't know the first thing about your battery, my expertise stops at metallurgy." A Machina was quite different from the typical tools she worked on as well, those weren't alive and moving constantly. Nymira didn't know what she'd be able to truly do for Cecil but she'd try to help where she could, she owed him that much for all he had done thus far.

"If you need anything Geoffrey do not hesitate to ask either. I owe you something for your helping us. A tool, some arrow heads, whatever you might need. Or the option of simply being paid is still there." Accepting free help didn't sit well with Nymira, she'd feel indebted for not repaying a favor. It wasn't honorable for a princess, someone with money and influence, to accept gifts and favors anyways, not when you could afford to pay for it. Come to think of it she owed the others as well for their service thus far; Ethan's pay would come in the form of whatever weapon she forged for him, Amuné would be a little more difficult to figure out, and she supposed it was only fair she pay Zander as well. "Is there anything else we need while we're about? Might as well get it all at once, two horma in one bell as it were," she added, slipping in a colloquialism of her people.

Geoffrey blushed as Nymira scolded him. He chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry... I'll try to keep it as far down as I can..." He still felt like he was crushing rocks with his teeth. He'd learn though, or she would. He had a feeling he'd learn first before she did on grounds he was sure she could beat him in a stubborn contest. For now, he'd relent to it. Hearing her request again for him to ask for something he tilted his head to the side and looked at her with seriousness in his eyes for once.

"If ya really wanna pay me," Geoffrey nodded to himself. "Arrows. If we come across more of those beasts, I'd like to have a few more arrows just in case. Grab a bit o' extra ore, don' gotta be expensive, just enough strength to pierce a tough hide. I wouldn' mind a betta bow, BUT I like it. I like it's feel, much like ya cloak."

Zander chuckled at Ethan's plee, "I could simply dull it now if you wanted. Would take a few strokes of my brush if you wished. I think, however, I'd like to see the brat's concoction in full effect." He strode along slightly behind Amune and Ethan his eyes focused forward. "So fearless leader," Zander smirked with those words. "Where exactly ARE we heading towards? My as well get to know each other better now. What about you Amune? A youngster like yourself out moving with a group like this. Makes one wonder."

"Good... Otherwise I need a damned translator to speak with you," Nymira quipped before moving along. The fact their people shared a common tongue did little good when you spoke like a buffoon, she was convinced other Murans couldn't understand Geoffrey either. If he could manage to speak plainly for a minute she'd try to offer him some reasonable reward for his service as well, anything that was within her power to grant. Even should Geoffrey decide to leave after Warren he had still earned some type of payment for his efforts. Thankfully his response to that was in a language she could readily understand, his request perfectly feasible and easily accomplished. "Arrows are child's play for me, and I can fashion them however you wish. Broad-headed, barbed, you name it and I'll craft two dozen for you in an hour's time." Less than that even depending on the quality of the ore, whether or not she had to refine it and the availability of some strong wood and feathers for the shafts. Really arrows seemed like petty pay for someone yet if that's all Geoffrey wanted she'd happily oblige. "And Cecil? If I'm unable to help you is there anything more I might be able to do? You only need to ask."

Ethan was very tempted to let Zander do his work, relinquish him of this hangover and help them along their way. Tempted but he ultimately had to refuse, he didn't want a repeat of Cecil's situation and end up having to leave town. "Thanks, but I'll suffer a bit longer. It's really not that bad now anyways," he lied with a smile, cringing when a group of children went running by shouting and giggling. Smiling through it he rubbed at his head before letting out a sigh, shrugging as Zander questioned him on direction; they had traveled together for a little while now and he would think by this point Zander wouldn't rely on Ethan for directions. Geoffrey had told them where to go though so it shouldn't be too terribly hard to find the place, and locals should be able to help.

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Geoffrey raised his hands in defense, "O'course! Meant no 'arm jus' figured since ya mentioned clothin' ya'd wanna see her. I'm okay wit' not goin'... She's ... not polite to outsiders, if ya catch my drift..." Grinning when he heard Zander thunk his head on the counter and mutter something impolite he grinned more. This was going to be a glorious morning in his opinion and he LOATHED mornings. Clearing his throat and listening to nodded to Nymira's words and where the lady wished to go.

"The Blacksmith is about halfway from the town square, can't miss the billows, nor the minecart 'e uses for advertising," Geoffrey felt like he was chewing rocks as he talked without his normal slang. "Herbalist is the other way. Lives near the gate to the town we came through. Don't really know alot about 'em. If ya want, I can lead ya to da Smithie, get Mr. High and Mighty," he cast his thumb over his shoulder at Zander. "To head for the 'erbs. Unless ya want to get'em yerself. Anyroad, I'll lead da way. Me aunt's Inn I needs to stop in though, gotsa say 'ello else she'll skin me alive."

"I'm perfectly able to get herbs," Zander said rising as he smirked at Ethan's obvious hangover. "Mayhap grab a few things for my own need. I can't obviously be in top shape to always be there when needed. I see nothing against the obtaining of herbs." He was repeating himself in his annoyance with Geo, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Following Ethan out the doorway, he tilted his head and watched Cecil drop down to them.

"Good morning, Cecil," Zander said politely... or as politely as he could be. He was slightly shocked the boy could still stand from that kind of drop. "I doubt it, Nymira wants for items to make the travel easier, and Ethan needs a new blade." He went silent after that, waiting for the others to head out. Geoffrey was in the doorway, still grinning. Flute tucked in at his waist, a grin on his face and beckoning to the two ladies of the group.

This, is going to be interesting... Zander thought darkly. He looked up into the clear sky, and let out a disgruntled sigh. Please let no one come to me for healing today...

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I wish I could draw... at all... *pokes stick figures* I'll catch him!! *gives chase... trips*

[[[[EDIT: filler is hard for me...]]]]]

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I'll have a post up later today.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Geoffrey didn't want to get up. He was lazied in his own bed, Zander snug against his side and refused to believe the world outside had begun it's usual routine. He had stayed up later than the others, playing his flute and trying to catch whatever gossip he could of Warren. Little was being said, but he had vowed to find his aunt in all this chaos of a town and tell her what was going on with his mother. Speaking of his aunt, he somewhat recalled telling Nymira he would take her to a seamstress to get new clothing for her and Amune. Nudging the healer off his arm and getting a disgruntled sigh and more snoring in response.

"...Seriously..." Geoffrey scowled. "Ya stay in bed all day, an' 'mma make ya regret it! Up ya fool!" Geoffrey pushed him off the bed to make his threat sink in. A loud thunk, a scream and yelling could probably be heard downstairs. Geoffrey ignored Zander's whining at him and went about waking himself up.

"Do NOT ignore me when I am yelling at you," Zander hollered his voice devoid of mirth when he heard Geoffrey chuckling. "I swear to the Nine Geo, I will make you regret that myself!" Realizing he couldn't head into a separate room to go about his own business he waited outside his foot tapping in annoyance.

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Geoffrey, more awake than what he was headed down to meet up with the group. Spotting Nymira next to a pouting Amune and looked for Cecil and Ethan. Not spotting Cecil his eyes landed on the still slightly sleeping Ethan and sat next to him. Patting him on the back and smiling slightly, "Mornin' boss! Ya gonna hold down da counter?" He didn't wait for a response as he headed over to the two ladies of the group. Grinning at Amune he bowed to the girl and winked at her, his words directed at Nymira however, "To da Seamstress? Getcha new getup if ya like? Perhaps someplace for finery if it be to ya likin'?" He stood up straight, stretched and reached his fingers for the ceiling as he did so.

"Zander can keep the boss man busy," he added and grinned at both parties rolling their eyes at that. "Give us da time ta look without 'em complainin'."

"That works JUST fine with you, and PLEASE stop talking like a gutter rat. Nymira can probably understand so little of what comes out of your mouth when you can't speak like an EDUCATED individual," Zander sneered at Geoffrey and rubbed his slightly bruised side. Casting the three a look of uncaring he turned on his clogged feet and went to sit next to Ethan.

"You look as alive as I feel this morning..."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Mogtaki Okiday :D I shall start on it now!! :D

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@shylarah *is sat on* Yeah this one seems interesting enough and figured I'd give it another try... *is trampled on* WWWHHHYYYY!? I have a few ideas for this one as well, but not sure how to put it into words yet.

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@PlatinumSkink *opens mouth... closes it... opens mouth... closes it* I was really not expecting that... I feel like I should have somehow knew that now... I salute you good sir!