@Dark Cloud Oke. Ya we are getting close to setting off, prob on my next update I will get things rolling
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@wierdw @Frank
Lady DeVespe glanced down at the card, blinking blankly in slight confusion. As she read the message contained on the inside, she blinked again, furrowing her brows. It was hard to tell whether she was more confused, suspicious, or impressed, as she held the card in her hand, unsure of what to do about it, or its owner's apparent offer to make her a dress. In any case, she soon hesitantly put the card away, glancing to her guards who seemed no less baffled than she herself.
She turned to Gulbahg, lips slightly parting to speak, but taking another moment to consider. "...I don't believe that..." - she pauses to think of the right word - "...passenger poses a particular threat to me. Though perhaps it would be best to keep our distance."
She took out the card again, running her fingers over the letters scorched into the paper. A whimsy seemed to cross her mind momentarily, before she shook it away, refocusing her attention on some other more dire business.
"Erm, yes, you may go. I will call for you as needed." She nodded to Gulbahg, before returning her gaze to the sea, her other guard standing watch dutifully nearby.
@Grade
She was a little startled when the man in the wheelchair approached her, asking about the business with the other passenger - Ember, as it seemed he was called according to his 'card'.
She gave a polite nod in greeting - the trained habit of a noblewoman - before addressing his question.
"I was offered a... fashion opportunity, I believe..." Her words carried an amused tone as she took out the card again, glancing at it. "...A dress, I think?..." She glanced down at her own attire, pouting slightly, before shrugging at the man. "Unfortunately I'm a little pre-occupied at the moment to concern myself with fashion," she gave a wry smile, her eyes glancing over the man's sitting mechanism with a hint of curiosity as well as unease.
Lady DeVespe glanced down at the card, blinking blankly in slight confusion. As she read the message contained on the inside, she blinked again, furrowing her brows. It was hard to tell whether she was more confused, suspicious, or impressed, as she held the card in her hand, unsure of what to do about it, or its owner's apparent offer to make her a dress. In any case, she soon hesitantly put the card away, glancing to her guards who seemed no less baffled than she herself.
She turned to Gulbahg, lips slightly parting to speak, but taking another moment to consider. "...I don't believe that..." - she pauses to think of the right word - "...passenger poses a particular threat to me. Though perhaps it would be best to keep our distance."
She took out the card again, running her fingers over the letters scorched into the paper. A whimsy seemed to cross her mind momentarily, before she shook it away, refocusing her attention on some other more dire business.
"Erm, yes, you may go. I will call for you as needed." She nodded to Gulbahg, before returning her gaze to the sea, her other guard standing watch dutifully nearby.
@Grade
She was a little startled when the man in the wheelchair approached her, asking about the business with the other passenger - Ember, as it seemed he was called according to his 'card'.
She gave a polite nod in greeting - the trained habit of a noblewoman - before addressing his question.
"I was offered a... fashion opportunity, I believe..." Her words carried an amused tone as she took out the card again, glancing at it. "...A dress, I think?..." She glanced down at her own attire, pouting slightly, before shrugging at the man. "Unfortunately I'm a little pre-occupied at the moment to concern myself with fashion," she gave a wry smile, her eyes glancing over the man's sitting mechanism with a hint of curiosity as well as unease.
@Dark Cloud Oke, g'night!~
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Ah, that must be why I'm out of the loop. I don't use Discord
Ah alright, that's okay, it's optional to join. We do discuss the game a decent amount there which is why this OOC thread is so empty haha
Btw feel free to join us in our random little Discord server where we discuss the game: discord.gg/5kSKmg2u
@Dark Cloud roleplayerguild.com/topics/188315-los…
A confounded expression appeared on the captain's face, as he turned around, his eyes widening. "...Valen!? Is that really you, you salty dog!?" His half-open mouth widened into a beaming smile as he approached the sellsword and embraced him in a warm hug. "'Course it is! I'd recognize that drunken mug o' yours from a mile away!" he laughed, giving Valen a few unruly pats on the shoulder.
"There've been rough times for me alright..." he pulled up his sleeve, revealing a large scar across his shoulder. "Got that sucker fightin' pirates off the north coast. You should see the other guy though - but ya won't!" He gave a smiling wink, before turning to inspect the ship's nearby mast in preparation for departure.
"How 'bout you, my friend?" he soon turned back to Valen, now giving inspection to the sellsword. "Gotta say, ya look like you seen better days!..."
@Zim0cron roleplayerguild.com/topics/188315-los…
"Their name... their name..." the quartermaster furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out a sheet of parchment from his pockets and hastily scanning it for the name, lips busy with indistinct mutters. "...Ah here we are... looks like he just goes by... Na...na...shi. Nanashi. Right... he's the uh, foreign-looking fellow with the uh, hat..." his hands made a gesture above his head in the shape of a hat.
Putting the parchment away he looked to the girl's footlocker, blinking in surprise as it was lifted off the floor via the girl's magic. "Well then, looks like you won't be needing any help with that," he said with a hint of satisfaction and approval, before showing her to her cabin. "Enjoy your new accommodations, miss," he gave her a formal nod before marching off back to attending to his business.
A confounded expression appeared on the captain's face, as he turned around, his eyes widening. "...Valen!? Is that really you, you salty dog!?" His half-open mouth widened into a beaming smile as he approached the sellsword and embraced him in a warm hug. "'Course it is! I'd recognize that drunken mug o' yours from a mile away!" he laughed, giving Valen a few unruly pats on the shoulder.
"There've been rough times for me alright..." he pulled up his sleeve, revealing a large scar across his shoulder. "Got that sucker fightin' pirates off the north coast. You should see the other guy though - but ya won't!" He gave a smiling wink, before turning to inspect the ship's nearby mast in preparation for departure.
"How 'bout you, my friend?" he soon turned back to Valen, now giving inspection to the sellsword. "Gotta say, ya look like you seen better days!..."
@Zim0cron roleplayerguild.com/topics/188315-los…
"Their name... their name..." the quartermaster furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out a sheet of parchment from his pockets and hastily scanning it for the name, lips busy with indistinct mutters. "...Ah here we are... looks like he just goes by... Na...na...shi. Nanashi. Right... he's the uh, foreign-looking fellow with the uh, hat..." his hands made a gesture above his head in the shape of a hat.
Putting the parchment away he looked to the girl's footlocker, blinking in surprise as it was lifted off the floor via the girl's magic. "Well then, looks like you won't be needing any help with that," he said with a hint of satisfaction and approval, before showing her to her cabin. "Enjoy your new accommodations, miss," he gave her a formal nod before marching off back to attending to his business.
Sowwies being a bit slow with updates, should be replying to IC posts tonight!
@Dark Cloud Ooh interesting! Yeah that's cool with me!
@Dark Cloud roleplayerguild.com/posts/5368548
The ticketmaster concisely counted the coins, before producing a standard ticket and handing it to the old sellsword, giving him a brief glance. "Safe travels," he spoke in a politely bureaucratic voice before looking back to whatever papers he was reading, dryly chuckling to himself about something on the pages.
@Grade roleplayerguild.com/posts/5368750
The noble lady's eyes narrowed initially at the man in the wheelchair, though perhaps given his physical 'status', her expression softened and she even offered him a light smile before nodding her head back in greeting. Despite the friendliness, there was something acutely anxious in her demeanor, like a polite greeting was all she could afford at the moment.
@wierdw @Frank roleplayerguild.com/posts/5369403
The noble lady turned to Ember, her brows furrowing slightly in uncertainty as she studied him. Noticeably, she became nervous, glancing to her one guard as the other stepped in between her and Ember.
"...Good day," she replied tentatively, an obvious undertone of suspicion in her voice. "I have no royal relations; you need not address me by such terms," she stated matter-of-factly, glancing at the guard at her side, the two exchanging a look of wariness.
@Remuri @Zim0cron roleplayerguild.com/posts/5369411
The quartermaster was not pleased at this development, as he took the ronin's ticket, grumbling to himself about last minute changes.
He soon found the elf girl that was mentioned, tapping on her shoulder briskly with a stern expression. "'Scuse me ma'am but one of the other travelers has offered their luxury suite ticket to you, pending your acceptance?" he asked in a humorless tone, trying his best to mask his clear annoyance for such erratic developments so close to departure. "It is a luxury suite ticket," the man emphasized the words with a certain disdain, "including two beds, deluxe accomodations, and full privacy. Do you accept this transfer of staying arrangements?" the man stared down at her impatiently, holding the ticket towards her.
The ticketmaster concisely counted the coins, before producing a standard ticket and handing it to the old sellsword, giving him a brief glance. "Safe travels," he spoke in a politely bureaucratic voice before looking back to whatever papers he was reading, dryly chuckling to himself about something on the pages.
@Grade roleplayerguild.com/posts/5368750
The noble lady's eyes narrowed initially at the man in the wheelchair, though perhaps given his physical 'status', her expression softened and she even offered him a light smile before nodding her head back in greeting. Despite the friendliness, there was something acutely anxious in her demeanor, like a polite greeting was all she could afford at the moment.
@wierdw @Frank roleplayerguild.com/posts/5369403
The noble lady turned to Ember, her brows furrowing slightly in uncertainty as she studied him. Noticeably, she became nervous, glancing to her one guard as the other stepped in between her and Ember.
"...Good day," she replied tentatively, an obvious undertone of suspicion in her voice. "I have no royal relations; you need not address me by such terms," she stated matter-of-factly, glancing at the guard at her side, the two exchanging a look of wariness.
@Remuri @Zim0cron roleplayerguild.com/posts/5369411
The quartermaster was not pleased at this development, as he took the ronin's ticket, grumbling to himself about last minute changes.
He soon found the elf girl that was mentioned, tapping on her shoulder briskly with a stern expression. "'Scuse me ma'am but one of the other travelers has offered their luxury suite ticket to you, pending your acceptance?" he asked in a humorless tone, trying his best to mask his clear annoyance for such erratic developments so close to departure. "It is a luxury suite ticket," the man emphasized the words with a certain disdain, "including two beds, deluxe accomodations, and full privacy. Do you accept this transfer of staying arrangements?" the man stared down at her impatiently, holding the ticket towards her.
@spiral origin Oops I should have @'d you Valen is interacting with the ticket man.
Gotcha!
Lotta GM posts I be needin' to make, will try to get them in soon!
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