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@AvaP interesting coincidence. I looked it up and my dad had a plane like that. He still flies today, though not that model. His cockpit was not that advanced back then, though it is now.
Meanwhile, in Capitol City…
Fletcher Foley, a tall, muscular blonde man, was happy to be done with his day at work. Maintenance for the city wasn't the most stressful work, but it could be tedious. Of course, it was necessary for his other job, so he kept at it. And thankfully, being an informant for the Merchant's Guild paid a lot more than the government did. And speaking of money, today was payday, so the guy was on his way to his favorite drinking establishment to spend some of it.
The White Lotus certainly wasn't the fanciest place in town. However, it certainly wasn't a rough place either. It was plain, clean, almost nondescript with its wooden furniture and well-lit environment. Of course, that's how the Guild liked it. Why attract the high-and-mighty to where they might overhear something they shouldn't? Better for those pompous bureaucrats to waste their time and money in their own clubs or in the brothels they pretended to be above frequenting.
And so, Fletcher entered the place like he had done many times before. It was a slow afternoon before the night rush, so nobody was there besides the bartender.
“Vaellon!” the man yelled, a happy greeting for the elf behind the bar.
“Fletcher!”
The older creature with silver hair and black bags under his eyes was attentive towards his only customer. Then again, that wouldn’t have changed even if it was crowded; the government employee had been drinking there for over thirty years.
“What are you having?”
“Give me a-ah, damn it all.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I forgot, I promised the old ball-and-chain I wouldn't drink anymore.
“Ah, well at least let me give you something on the house then. Something that should help cheer you up.” And after mixing a few ingredients, Vaellon gave the man what would be called a Shirley Temple on Earth.
“Fuck you and your entire pointy-eared race,” Fletcher said, though his facial expression indicated that he actually found this all to be rather amusing.
The barkeep's expression indicated he shared that sentiment.“Well, look on the bright side. Now you can use your money to get rich!” The elf gestured to a newspaper article on the table about the Four Rivers Shipping Corporation, and both men laughed hysterically.
“Sure, and then what, the Witch Queen trips and falls down the stairs?” Neither of them wanted the evil caster to win, but it was common knowledge that the Empire had been gathering all of its forces around Fornost. Valheim and Rivers End, the two biggest cities served by the business, were basically sacrificial lambs due to the government's policy. If either city was attacked like the rumors said they would, most of South Central Mytheria would be laughably easy to conquer. The shares of the company were consequently a terrible investment, and both of them knew it.
But something caused Fletcher to pause a moment, deep in thought. Then he took out his coin purse and placed it on the table. “Actually, I'm going to do that right now.”
The bartender looked at him like he was expecting a joke; however, the informant was serious. “I know what you're thinking, V. This isn't about the money, it's about my quality of life.”
“...you're gonna have to run that one by me, Chief.” Extremely confused, the elf waited for clarification on whatever this was.
Now excited by his idea, Fletcher went on. “See, when I go drinking, I only spend a little each night. Now if I go back home with no money at all after payday, the wife will have to let me drink again!”
Fletcher Foley, a tall, muscular blonde man, was happy to be done with his day at work. Maintenance for the city wasn't the most stressful work, but it could be tedious. Of course, it was necessary for his other job, so he kept at it. And thankfully, being an informant for the Merchant's Guild paid a lot more than the government did. And speaking of money, today was payday, so the guy was on his way to his favorite drinking establishment to spend some of it.
The White Lotus certainly wasn't the fanciest place in town. However, it certainly wasn't a rough place either. It was plain, clean, almost nondescript with its wooden furniture and well-lit environment. Of course, that's how the Guild liked it. Why attract the high-and-mighty to where they might overhear something they shouldn't? Better for those pompous bureaucrats to waste their time and money in their own clubs or in the brothels they pretended to be above frequenting.
And so, Fletcher entered the place like he had done many times before. It was a slow afternoon before the night rush, so nobody was there besides the bartender.
“Vaellon!” the man yelled, a happy greeting for the elf behind the bar.
“Fletcher!”
The older creature with silver hair and black bags under his eyes was attentive towards his only customer. Then again, that wouldn’t have changed even if it was crowded; the government employee had been drinking there for over thirty years.
“What are you having?”
“Give me a-ah, damn it all.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I forgot, I promised the old ball-and-chain I wouldn't drink anymore.
“Ah, well at least let me give you something on the house then. Something that should help cheer you up.” And after mixing a few ingredients, Vaellon gave the man what would be called a Shirley Temple on Earth.
“Fuck you and your entire pointy-eared race,” Fletcher said, though his facial expression indicated that he actually found this all to be rather amusing.
The barkeep's expression indicated he shared that sentiment.“Well, look on the bright side. Now you can use your money to get rich!” The elf gestured to a newspaper article on the table about the Four Rivers Shipping Corporation, and both men laughed hysterically.
“Sure, and then what, the Witch Queen trips and falls down the stairs?” Neither of them wanted the evil caster to win, but it was common knowledge that the Empire had been gathering all of its forces around Fornost. Valheim and Rivers End, the two biggest cities served by the business, were basically sacrificial lambs due to the government's policy. If either city was attacked like the rumors said they would, most of South Central Mytheria would be laughably easy to conquer. The shares of the company were consequently a terrible investment, and both of them knew it.
But something caused Fletcher to pause a moment, deep in thought. Then he took out his coin purse and placed it on the table. “Actually, I'm going to do that right now.”
The bartender looked at him like he was expecting a joke; however, the informant was serious. “I know what you're thinking, V. This isn't about the money, it's about my quality of life.”
“...you're gonna have to run that one by me, Chief.” Extremely confused, the elf waited for clarification on whatever this was.
Now excited by his idea, Fletcher went on. “See, when I go drinking, I only spend a little each night. Now if I go back home with no money at all after payday, the wife will have to let me drink again!”
@Teyao I'm glad to hear things are getting better. You as a person are more important than this RP. That being said, I look forward to whatever you write. I'm sure it will be good!
I'm annoyed at myself because I'm stuck on thinking of one detail that I need to complete the intended second (and much longer) part of this post. @xenon knows what I've been working on, but everyone else will have to wait and see :P That being said, enjoy the little tidbit I wrote up that works on its own
On his way to Golden Tree Park, Adam thought he heard something in the distance. He listened and heard the shrill voice of a certain gnome, complaining about whatever imagined thing it was Second Chance did to slight his ego - or some other dumb thing - he didn't really know, since he didn't care enough to pay attention.
The red-eyed man chuckled, impressed in a strange way at the consistency of the fool, though grateful he was far enough away to avoid having to deal with Xavier directly.
The red-eyed man chuckled, impressed in a strange way at the consistency of the fool, though grateful he was far enough away to avoid having to deal with Xavier directly.
Happy Thanksgiving to the Americans here! For everyone else, have a good Thursday lol
@Teyao it was a good post! Sorry you're dealing with a bad situation, I hope things get better for you soon.
Romance always makes for such good writing.
Indeed! Even if, per my most recent post, I can't write it worth a damn lol.
“And again, I'm really sorry about Xavier.”
Adam didn't have any preconceived notions regarding Vaella, hardly knowing her at all, but he didn't expect her to be so apologetic regarding her gnome coworker. It made sense on some level though; she had to know what he was like from being on the same team, right?
“Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It's not like you’re the one insulting my friends.”
He also did not expect to be talking with her outside the Drum at length like this. It was pleasant conversation, unlike his interactions with the mustached man. She seemed oddly touchy-feely, but this was probably nothing unusual. What did he know about elven culture?
“Really, I think he's jealous,” the elf replied, “the fact that you're this strong magical prodigy really bothers him.”
This was not the first time she complimented the red-eyed man along these or other lines either. It felt so conceited to acknowledge these things even once, let alone go on about himself like Vaella seemed to do. Maybe she was just hopeful about his impact on the upcoming battle? Adam shrugged, not really sure how to respond without seeming arrogant.
She took that as a prompt to go on. “Still, I feel bad. You know…” suddenly, a smile appeared on the elf’s face, as if she had thought of something at that instant, “maybe I could make it up to you by buying you dinner tonight?”
And suddenly, like being hit by a freight train, it all made sense. The Druid was not expecting to be asked out and he was visibly surprised, with his face even going beet-red as well. Even so, it wasn't like he didn't know what his answer would be.
“Thank you for the offer. You are a nice person, but there's someone else, sorry. Please excuse me, I have to get to work.” After this response, Adam began walking towards Golden Tree Park. He felt bad for Vaella, but knew that he still wanted to talk to someone important to him and ask them something. The fisherman would not neglect his duty to the city for his personal needs though.
After all, there would be more time before the siege, right?
Adam didn't have any preconceived notions regarding Vaella, hardly knowing her at all, but he didn't expect her to be so apologetic regarding her gnome coworker. It made sense on some level though; she had to know what he was like from being on the same team, right?
“Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It's not like you’re the one insulting my friends.”
He also did not expect to be talking with her outside the Drum at length like this. It was pleasant conversation, unlike his interactions with the mustached man. She seemed oddly touchy-feely, but this was probably nothing unusual. What did he know about elven culture?
“Really, I think he's jealous,” the elf replied, “the fact that you're this strong magical prodigy really bothers him.”
This was not the first time she complimented the red-eyed man along these or other lines either. It felt so conceited to acknowledge these things even once, let alone go on about himself like Vaella seemed to do. Maybe she was just hopeful about his impact on the upcoming battle? Adam shrugged, not really sure how to respond without seeming arrogant.
She took that as a prompt to go on. “Still, I feel bad. You know…” suddenly, a smile appeared on the elf’s face, as if she had thought of something at that instant, “maybe I could make it up to you by buying you dinner tonight?”
And suddenly, like being hit by a freight train, it all made sense. The Druid was not expecting to be asked out and he was visibly surprised, with his face even going beet-red as well. Even so, it wasn't like he didn't know what his answer would be.
“Thank you for the offer. You are a nice person, but there's someone else, sorry. Please excuse me, I have to get to work.” After this response, Adam began walking towards Golden Tree Park. He felt bad for Vaella, but knew that he still wanted to talk to someone important to him and ask them something. The fisherman would not neglect his duty to the city for his personal needs though.
After all, there would be more time before the siege, right?
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