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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 1:19 pm
Alice found a moderate set of crescent wrenches, taking them in hand. She walked back to the front, dropping them onto the table. "How much?"
"30 shillings." He returned.
"Your pretty lucky I am still not waiting for that order, other wise I would have walked out of the store." She dug in the bag, taking out a small, wallet like leather case, she opened it and dropped down 3 identical paper bills. The man took the money as she took the wrenches and placed them into the bag. "This better be worth it." She turned around looking for Moe.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:49 pm
Moé walked over to Alice, and then went to the door, holding it open.
"It's alwways polite to hold the door for osmeone carrying shopping bags," she said offhandedly, "so..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:10 pm
Alexander had just stepped out of a bar. He glanced towards the shop where Alice and Moé were before stepping into an alley. When he heard Moé's voice, he spun around, wiping his mouth on his coat sleeve. He grabbed the door's handle from the other side and pulled it open slightly more than Moé was holding it.
"It's always polite to hold a door for a pair of ladies."
His voice was composed, despite being almost unnoticeably slurred from drink.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:30 pm
[[ohhhhhh dear. D:]]
The air had suddenly grown cold, and Moé, taking this as a very bad sign, kindly stepped away from the door, waiting for Alice.
"H-Hello, good sir. It is very k-kind of you to hold the door open, but I was plenty c-capable of doing it myself."
These are the types of people Father told me to run away from, she thought, and then glanced over at Alice with a look that clearly said 'please hurry'.
[[I share the feeling, Moé.]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:45 pm
Alexander did not let go of the door, but he stepped closer to Alice and Moé. He eyed them both, and noting the tools in Alice's bag and her arm. He put these notes together with the fact that he had never seen her before (and he found it his solemn duty to have seen all the women in the city (If you know what I mean)), and came up with an idea. He leaned closer to her.
"You wouldn't happen to work on an airship, would you?"
He said, smiling.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:55 pm
Moé wailed and walked back a few steps.
"I, uh, that is to say, I'm not exactly a recruiter. In fact, I'm a new recruit. Actually, I'm not sure if I've even got the job, he hasn't even seen my handiwork yet..."
She looked over at Alice, pained; she was doing her best to dissuade him while being polite.
"I-I'm a gun and bulletsmith. I make clocks and, uh, trinkets..."
Desperately trying to dissuade him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 6:08 pm
Alexander's smile widened.
"So you're looking for recruits! Well, I have a wide base of skills that are all useful on an airship."
He casually leaned across the door, blocking Moé and Alice's exit.
"Unless you don't want me. Which would be discrimination. Which is rude."
His voice was rapidly becoming less suave and debonair and more desperate and raspy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 6:13 pm
Moé backed up more, but she bumped into Alice, and then hurriedly ran behind her.
"Alice," she murmured, shivering, "I-I'm very, very scared..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 6:17 pm
Alexander pushed his hair back, and rapidly regained his calm demeanor.
"I'm quite sorry. But -"
He smiled at Alice.
"Could you at least get me an audience with your captain? I have a myriad of skills, all of which can be used on an airship such as the obviously fine ship you work on."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:35 pm
Meanwhile, two shady characters were lurking around a docked airship.
"The Freeglory," the older one said, "is it?"
"Oh my," the younger said, "you've learned to read, Chief."
The older [about twenty-three years of age] smacked the younger [fourteen].
"Shut the hell up, Sherry, and try to find a hatch or opening."
Sherry began to scour the sides and underside with her line of vision.
"Oy, Missus P, I found somethin'. It seems the mechanic must've used this chute, too..."
[[I apologize for any inaccuracies, I have NO clue what the Freeglory looks like.]]
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:55 am
((Hey, would ya look at that, it is an appearance picture from the Rufus profile that is of the Freeglory!))
Alice took a moment to observe what the man was wearing. "Yes, I work on a ship....What can you offer to the ship?" The mechanical arm's shoulder moved and corrected its position.
Searil took another sip of coffee, in the corner of his eye, he saw something that instantly caught his attention, burning his tongue in the process. "The hell?" He placed the mug down. He quickly stood and walked out of the booth.
The avian mask looked up at Searil as he did this. "Is anything a prob-."
"Someone looks to be raiding the ship."
Caleb got up as well, both rushed out of the cafe.
Searil sprinted towards the ship, Caleb following.
"And what in the god's grace are you doing to my ship?!?" Searil bellowed, his eyes seeming to glow an unearthly bluish white as he looked at both of the raiders.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:34 am
[[Oh, ok. I couldve sworn that youve showwn me it anyways.
...sorry, no need to be so cross.]]
The older thief turned around.
"Oh, is this your ship? I must have been horribly mistaken. Our ship is very similair-looking, but we forgot where we parked it."
She looked over at Sherry.
"No wonder you're having a hard time using the access chute, this ship isn't even ours!"
"Oh," Sherry said, climbing down, "well, that explains it..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:52 am
"...Then I suggest that you find yours in the quickest way possible." Searil replied, his eyes giving each of the woman a stern look. "Now."
Caleb's arm hung lowly, waiting for the reply by the women.
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