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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:26 pm
These two ::looking at the bird and Lanhy then back at the captain:: can tell you the destination for our little trip. As long as both sides abide by the contract then I have no problem working for you. I would first like to know ::looking at Lanhy:: where our destination is ::looking back at the captain:: and how long it will take you and your ship to get there.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:28 pm
No offense, of course...but wouldnt it be bad business to fly way out of my way...just to swindle 3 strangers?
::And of course....a smile. And next to the man with a stout nod.::
Of course. Of course.
::He makes a stout nod, now.::
North is Guldor, south is Barthavros, West is Heavens Gate, and East is Durem...but you can walk there. Once you get to either continent its a skip hop to most cities. So...where're we headed?
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:30 pm
North... Goldor or what ever it is, because that's where the stone is pointing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:34 pm
Real quick question, will you be providing us with provisions on this journey or will we need to buy them? Also exactly what provisions, if you do provide them, do you actually provide; some of us have "unique" needs.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:36 pm
Lanh_Kim-ly North... Goldor or what ever it is, because that's where the stone is pointing. ::Hey, no argument here. If the man wants to follow a rock..then by all means. He's just the type of person we need on this ship.:: Guldor, about 2 days, which is to say its Oh...9ish now. We should be there at about dusk in 2 days. ::And he gives a tap to the contract, where it has the schedule listed and the text 2 days next to the world...Guldor.:: Good question ma'am, I prefer my "provisions" sssspecial... ::Lick Lick.:: ...ways. We are blessed to have on of the Guldorian monks on board our vessel, he's a master chef I must admit. And with the wealth of travel we do, I'm sure you'll be hard pressed to find something he doesnt know. If thats all, here you go. ::And he offers 3 pens to the group, one for each.::
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:37 pm
Anu walked up to the man, and started using his telepathic powers to talk to the man. His jet black faceless body showing, no signs of emotion.
So, I see you found my pet, thanks for watching overing it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:39 pm
ah hell, why not
:: takes the pen and signs his name ::
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:42 pm
::she takes the pen, signs her name Marissa Gift of Helios looks over the contract once again to make sure no magic changed the contract after signing and hands it over to the captain::
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:44 pm
**flips over the contract and starts checking the back just to make sure it's blank**
You never know...
**Signs "Guiding Star"**
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:48 pm
Good. Good. Aaaaaaand good. Alright, we'll need help with the animals, and a few spices in the back. Mackey! Show them where to start.
::He smiles, and a rather large sort of bear looking man trotts forward and nods at the group making a small wave before leading them to the relevant cargo.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 9:44 am
::the young lady looks at the large bear-man and a look of shock and happiness comes over her face as she skips after the man::
So what exactly will we need to do?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 9:54 am
::Being as burly as the man was he was somewhat slow to respond to things. He trotted toward Airship. The boxes were various colors, red, yellow, blue, green. The boxes were of various sizes and shapes and some just plain stunk of rancid meat. But works work.
Mackey himself was about 7ft tall and 340lbs, his hands were like a magical blend of hands and claws, both furry and sharp, and they tightly gripped one of the largest of the red boxes and spoke. His voice somewhat deep, and yet also showing a sense of age. He simply sounded very tired...or perhaps bored.::
We start with red. Then blue. Then Green. Then spices, and last animals.
::With the a box about 6ft cubed lifted over his head he began walking out the ship. He didnt spare the girl, or the group a second glance, perhaps he was just too used to "volunteers" coming and going, and just wanted to get the job overwith.
But a few steps down the way he would stopped and call back...::
Careful with the big ones, dont hurt yourself.
::And then continued trotting.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:10 am
You have any lifting tools or do we need to do this by hand?
**starts examining packages for any marked fragile and tries to judge the weight of them, starting with the red ones as directed**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:16 am
::the girl looks around at the boxes, goes over to a larger one, attempts to pick it up and finds out that it really is heavy. She takes off the bracelet the old gentleman gave her and puts it in her robes pocket. She notices that the feeling of home goes away but for this she is hoping she doesn't need it. She concentrates on the feeling of anger at not being able to keep ahold of Watcher and the feeling of rage as he slipped away from her and she landed here alone. She lets out a howl as her bones start breaking and mending almost simultaneously. After what seems to her like eternity, but to everyone else was only a few seconds, she stands on the dock as a large 20' female, light covering of short black hair on her body, vague feline shaped head, broad shoulders, claws that could go through a person like a hot knife through butter, and her robe that seemed to have grown with her. She then bends over and picks up one of the large red boxes.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:25 am
-Crash!-
-BANG!-
-SMASH!-
Huh?
::And a myriad of other sounds usually associated with a myriad of things falling were heard. Its the sound you hear when a dock full of people hear a young girl scream and then howl in pain, and stop, or are even scared enough to drop what they're holding.
The one person, perhaps large enough, perhaps old enough to turn simply turn around and look back...was Mackey. There was a rather familiar shout from down the dock as a familar looking fork toothed man held up a white sheet of paper and shouted out just loud enough to be heard.::
YOU SIGNED! WE DONT COVER MEDICAL!
::Mackey however responded quite different than the rest. As opposed to shock, a small smirk managed to creep onto his stoic fuzzy face as he turned to see the now 20ft....Cat? He didnt know for sure. But he recalled his previous warning and responded with...::
Nevermind...
::Before turning about and making his way down the dock. Something was odd about him
As for the other man, the man asking about equipment. Well...Mackey honestlly assumed he'd learn by example.::
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