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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:05 pm
"I work by one-fourth down at the beginnin', tha' rest when the job is done." Rufus's voice was laced with smoke, his eyes looked at the glint of the key, then back at Iden. "...So 'en, when do ya want us to get to Alden? My crew an' I can leave probably as early as tomarra', possibly today."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 8:18 pm
Iden threw the man his key. "That should be enough to cover all the expenses," he told him with a satisfied voice, "The sooner the better."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:28 am
Rufus's right hand rose, the key making contact and his hand balling into a fist, catching and securing the key. "....Jus' need to check with my pilot." He turned his head to look at both of the men in the booth to the right of the one he was standing closest to. "'Ave either of ya seen Cornelius?"
Caleb stopped writing, and looked at Rufus. "He rented a room, I believe, about...one, two hours back, he looked as if he was going to pass out at any moment."
Rufus nodded slightly, then looked back at Iden. "...So 'en, will I 'ave to bring ya back to Alden? Or are ya jus' going to go on ya marry way and will meet back 'ere?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:34 am
"Whatever's good for you, i suppose." he told him with a smile. "Do you have a docking bay for smaller aircrafts in your flyer? I might visit home before we take off in the morning.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:02 am
Moé was eating the cookies with great gusto, but then chewed on the last one wrong.
"...oww... my teeth...", she mumbled, and then, finished with her cookies, she continued to work on her odd little egg.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:19 am
"Nah, neva' needed 'em, most I can do is a makeshift mount on the side, though I am not sure how well it will hold." Rufus inhaled more smoke.
Alice turned her head to look at Rufus. "I am sure maybe in about acouple more hours, Cornelius should be ready to fly."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:24 am
Moé turned to Alice, lookign up from her work for a second.
"...so are we going to stay here for the interim?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:38 am
"Well, I needed to check some places to see if they have the tools I need." Alice stood. "Also, the ship is missing some things." She stood up, walking over to the other booth, taking a large rawhide tool bag off of the ground, a large pipe wrench was strapped on the side, a stencil of a rabbit in white paint on the jaws of the wrench was curiously on the side.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:45 am
Moé looked at the wrench.
"Oh!", she said happily. "Do you like rabbits?"
She was grinning.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:51 am
"..I do." Alice gave one last look to Moe. She proceeded to the exit of the cafe, she slung the bag onto her left shoulder, opening the copper handle of the door with her right hand, then walked out the threshold.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:58 am
Moé followed her, packing up and taking the suitcase with her.
She was right behind Alice, so she used her hip to keep the door open.
"Since I may need to use tools from this area, I might as well come along."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:12 pm
"Fine by me." Alice continued to walk out, a trolley like rail car sped millimeters away from her, nearly clipping her left arm. "Dirtbags." She began to walk up the incline that the trolley just moments ago was heading up. At the top of the small, but steep hill, she turned to the right, entering into an alley.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:32 pm
Moé followed, looking around as she walked [and nearly tripping a couple times by consequence].
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:47 pm
Alice continued out of the alleyway, now deeper into the city. She looked up, reading off the store names, she walked down the street farther, then stopped. She looked up at the wooden aged sign. Elmstone's machinary and supply surplus She entered, the door held open by a metal wedge. She looked to the shop keeper, who had a small stature, roughly about 5 feet, brownish red thick hair and long, well kept beard, and dark, coal grey eyes. He wore a pecan colored suit, matching pants, and white undershirt with a golden tie.
"Mr.Elestone, got any new shipments of the triple pressure heated tools I asked about...1 week ago?"
"I told you last week, Ironridge manufacturing plants are under strike, I can't do much. Take a gander around, I am sure something with suffice." He returned with a strong, but warm voice.
Alice sighed, and began looking throughout the various aisles.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:51 pm
Moé waved, and then looked through some different aisles.
She wasn't able to find anything she needed, however.
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