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I should have something up later today, trying to figure out what to write.
Posted something, didn't get to play a part in any sort of battle (waited too long, darn), though there will surely be more of that in the future.
Chang was walking towards the docks at a leisurely pace until he heard gunfire. He stopped, and held a hand up, causing Chuan to stop abruptly as well. He took the gnarled wooden cane off of his back where it was resting and held it in a defensive position as he crept out of the alleyway, looking around a corner. A Cathian, dressed in formal garb and followed by an odd-looking robot, was holstering a pistol, looking down at his victim, an unrecognizable mage. He could not see who the Cathian was talking to, but it was evidently a figure of authority. Silently hoping that everything was safe, he casually walked out from his spot, and rounded the corner. Looking around, he noticed that the mage was not the only of the bodies strewn about the supply crates on the docks.
"I missed something, didn't I?" Chang nervously asked the other Cathian. He turned to the other man, his eyes widening slightly as he saw that it was Dmitry Kovalev, the one who had sent the letter to him. Chang saluted him respectfully, then looked around again at the carnage.
"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need any help?" he asked worriedly, brow furrowing slightly. He looked again in the direction of the docks, and saw no ship either.
"More importantly, where is our ship?"
"I missed something, didn't I?" Chang nervously asked the other Cathian. He turned to the other man, his eyes widening slightly as he saw that it was Dmitry Kovalev, the one who had sent the letter to him. Chang saluted him respectfully, then looked around again at the carnage.
"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need any help?" he asked worriedly, brow furrowing slightly. He looked again in the direction of the docks, and saw no ship either.
"More importantly, where is our ship?"
I'll have something up most likely tomorrow, I was distracted by other things during the long-anticipated weekend (i.e. Superbowl).
Also for the Aurora, posted something as well. Chuan/ADS makes an appearance!
The last of his patients quietly walked out as Chang stood up and stretched, tail arching slightly as if joining in with him. He sauntered over to the front desk and smiled wearily at the clerk as she deposited a small bag of silver coins into his palm. The main event in the festival was beginning soon, signaled by the booming voice emanating from the skies. He pocketed the coin and made his way out of the building, taking his simple wooden cane with him. He never used the cane much, just as a amplifier for his healing powers. Or so he said. The crowd began to thicken quickly as Chang came closer to the main square of Marrow Lock. He could see, and even hear slightly, the airships hovering overhead, surely armed with confetti and other little ribbons of paper that Chang always felt the need to swat at. He put his hands in the pockets of his hooded robe and kept them there for the rest of the ceremony. Minutes later, after the King's speech, confetti and other decorative baubles floated down from the sky, fired by the men on the airships. Despite the precautions he took, Chang could not resist jumping up and batting at the ribbons, as if he were but a kitten again.
The ceremony did much good to help brighten Chang's mood. The cheerfulness and exuberance of the crowd was contagious, infecting him with its jubilant qualities. He was walking the streets to his apartment when he heard a gruff-sounding voice behind him.
"Excuse me, sir, are you Chang Ea Nimh?" Chang turned on his heel, hearing his name, and looked up at the towering man over him, who had been saluting. He was dressed in a standard T.A.C. uniform, complete with feathered hat and monocle.
"That would be me, yes. How may I help?" Chang said, returning the standard salute out of respect.
"I have a message for you," the man said, holding a letter down to Chang, who reached up to grab it. "I am told it must be opened immediately." The man gave a brief salute, and walked away briskly, leaving Chang slightly puzzled. He looked down at the letter, turning it around in various directions before opening it. He read the letter carefully, and once finished, he folded it up neatly and put it in his robe pocket.
"I suppose this requires a few more things," Chang mused to himself, and took out a small curved whistle from his pocket, and blew on it, creating a shrill noise that cause many people to turn in his direction. He silently pocketed the whistle, looking up at the sky. After about a minute, he could hear a whirring from the top of the nearest building. A metallic sphere covered in archaic designs floated down from a rooftop, coming down to hover just behind Chang, he pressed a few buttons on the outside, and the sphere whooshed open. Quickly glancing over the objects inside, Chang nodded resolutely, and shut the hovering sphere's lid, and began his journey to the Airship Docks.
The ceremony did much good to help brighten Chang's mood. The cheerfulness and exuberance of the crowd was contagious, infecting him with its jubilant qualities. He was walking the streets to his apartment when he heard a gruff-sounding voice behind him.
"Excuse me, sir, are you Chang Ea Nimh?" Chang turned on his heel, hearing his name, and looked up at the towering man over him, who had been saluting. He was dressed in a standard T.A.C. uniform, complete with feathered hat and monocle.
"That would be me, yes. How may I help?" Chang said, returning the standard salute out of respect.
"I have a message for you," the man said, holding a letter down to Chang, who reached up to grab it. "I am told it must be opened immediately." The man gave a brief salute, and walked away briskly, leaving Chang slightly puzzled. He looked down at the letter, turning it around in various directions before opening it. He read the letter carefully, and once finished, he folded it up neatly and put it in his robe pocket.
"I suppose this requires a few more things," Chang mused to himself, and took out a small curved whistle from his pocket, and blew on it, creating a shrill noise that cause many people to turn in his direction. He silently pocketed the whistle, looking up at the sky. After about a minute, he could hear a whirring from the top of the nearest building. A metallic sphere covered in archaic designs floated down from a rooftop, coming down to hover just behind Chang, he pressed a few buttons on the outside, and the sphere whooshed open. Quickly glancing over the objects inside, Chang nodded resolutely, and shut the hovering sphere's lid, and began his journey to the Airship Docks.
I'll post something tomorrow or Thursday.
Got my stuff down a bit ago, Chang has no interest in such things.
The sound of raucous festivities reached Chang's ears through the window just above him. While others were outside enjoying what the streets of Marrow Lock had to offer in this jubilant time, Chang was treating those who had had too much to drink, and in one case, eat. He glanced away from the window and back at his softly glowing, inebriated patient. Forming a glyph out of magical energy, he snapped his fingers and glyph shattered, causing the glow to dissipate intoxicated form lying on the bed to snap upright, awake, and fully sober. The man glanced around fearfully. Chang sighed, his tail flicking about unconsciously.
"You're in the infirmary and you were drunk. You can go now" Chang recited almost mechanically, eyes directed away from his patient. The man nodded nervously, and walked out shakily, dropping a coin at the front desk. With nobody else to treat, the hooded Cathian inched closer to the window, listening on what was happening outside, trying to make out what he was missing in the festival. The familiar cries of the hawkers and merchants rang out among the streets as usual. He paid no attention to any of them, and tried to focus on other conversation, but it was all mindless banter. He checked his watch, growing impatient despite his normally good nature. He just wished his shift would end already, so he could go out and have fun, not sit in some stuffy hospital full of drunkards. He leaned back in his chair, and started to fall asleep, purring softly.
The mechanical clanking of a mechanical horse woke Chang out of sleep about a minute later. He jerked up, glancing around, ears flitting about. The noise stopped, and now that the noise of the crowds outside had died down, he could make out what was being said, but not much. Something about... bust cream and ask my wife? Even Chang's feline ears couldn't pick up much. Another drunkard stumbled in again, brought in by the guard to be sobered up. It seemed to Chang that the duty to treat this poor man was going to be up to him.
"You're in the infirmary and you were drunk. You can go now" Chang recited almost mechanically, eyes directed away from his patient. The man nodded nervously, and walked out shakily, dropping a coin at the front desk. With nobody else to treat, the hooded Cathian inched closer to the window, listening on what was happening outside, trying to make out what he was missing in the festival. The familiar cries of the hawkers and merchants rang out among the streets as usual. He paid no attention to any of them, and tried to focus on other conversation, but it was all mindless banter. He checked his watch, growing impatient despite his normally good nature. He just wished his shift would end already, so he could go out and have fun, not sit in some stuffy hospital full of drunkards. He leaned back in his chair, and started to fall asleep, purring softly.
The mechanical clanking of a mechanical horse woke Chang out of sleep about a minute later. He jerked up, glancing around, ears flitting about. The noise stopped, and now that the noise of the crowds outside had died down, he could make out what was being said, but not much. Something about... bust cream and ask my wife? Even Chang's feline ears couldn't pick up much. Another drunkard stumbled in again, brought in by the guard to be sobered up. It seemed to Chang that the duty to treat this poor man was going to be up to him.
Editing is all done, might change a picture for the staff and/or a couple other things, tomorrow, but other than that I think I got everything all covered.
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