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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 2:41 pm
Mr. Vechos,
You have proven to be an accomplished artificer. Thus, the Arpegius family is in need of your assistance once more. We require your Lyran and Runist specialties to work on some larger artifacts in a foreign land. My son Faris will be your escort on this mission. Do not dissapoint me.
Sincerely Otis Arpegius
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 3:03 pm
Justin looked over the letter for the umpteenth time in the past hour. He'd found just an hour and five minutes earlier, placed against the frame of his door. It had taken him a while to find something to understand what the folded piece of paper was (most people would come to him personally when he was needed, and he never really delt with letters or notes when he lived with his mother). Then it took him a bit to find something to open it with.
Well, when was Faris supposed to arrive? Justin set the letter aside on the floor again as he stood in his own quarters, trying to determine what he should bring with him. Clothes were scattered around his room, more or less all of the same, practical, nature. A bit to the side of the room, a line in the room was visible, where the clothing stopped and machine parts began. Inexplicably, his bed was place amongst the uncomfortable, and often pointy parts strewn across their half of the floor, rather than in the midst of the clothing.
Tools, maybe clothing... Justin tried to run a checklist. Most of his food came from his garden or as payment for his services.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 3:16 pm
Faris could be found in the city once more. This visit was buisness related as well. He arrived at Justin's establishment dressed in a comfortable attire. He wore dressy slacks and white top, which was assisted with a velvet cape which was half-draped over his shoulder. Under the small cape hung a sheathed fencing blade that was barely in sight. Faris did not seem to be carrying any traveling equipment or bags at all though.
When he arrived at Justin's complex door, he simply called his name aloud so that he would know who was on the other side.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:03 pm
Justin's concentration on the matter at hand teamed up with the two metal doors and empty space between Faris and he to ensure that he would not hear Faris's call. The current 'matter at hand' happened to be clearing a path through the somewhat organized materials, despite being on the clothes (he hadn't put together shelves yet for these things), to his closet, where he was sure there was a bag... somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:06 pm
/Ha! Erased my last months post? XD So I can BUG you guys now!/
Celestra found two new more people. Using her senses, or the third eye as most calls it now a days. One was inside though. The artificer and some young man. Well the artificer interested her more then the young man. Walking closer to take a look, to see what's going on. Not to be nosy or anything. But, it's just that the artificer had some latent potential as a runist as well. Time was changing and adapting. Or, returning to the way it was before the War.
From what she can gather right now. the artificer was named Justin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:09 pm
((lol, be my guest))
Faris waited by the door few a few minutes before he realized that Justin was either away or could not hear him. Faris knocked on the metal door once or twice before he started to walk around the house to find a window.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:14 pm
(The Mek mek has left the building folks!)
Celestra came up to the young man outside the window.
"The one you seek seems to be in deep thought. Might be awhile before you gain his attention."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:23 pm
Faris noticed that he was in the company of another, a Runist woman it appeared. His first reaction was that of discomfort, for he prefered to do as little interacting with those of Runist of Geosn heritage. That preference applied to the women as well as the men. Though, his second reaction was more rational. A Runist might be helpful for Justin and his cause during their expedition. "....you know the resident of this home?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:28 pm
Daliinn Faris noticed that he was in the company of another, a Runist woman it appeared. His first reaction was that of discomfort, for he prefered to do as little interacting with those of Runist of Geosn heritage. That preference applied to the women as well as the men. Though, his second reaction was more rational. A Runist might be helpful for Justin and his cause during their expedition. "....you know the resident of this home?" "No, I'm quite new to the lands here. I've come only to seek a medic, healer? My people are dying off. We would stay closed of for many more thousands of years. But right now. That options has been released. We are in dire need of outside help. ? ? ? You do not seem at ease with me? Why is that?" She tilted her head. Lifting her hood up. Revealing her pale hair that shone white blue in the sun. And an unameable glowing blue eyes. "Does that help?" Clearly she is no Geosn Ruinist.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:44 pm
((heh, sorry that was a typo redface Runist or Geosn))
Faris was not sympathetic towards her cause because it was not concerning him. His expression was as unchanged as his emotional feedback. He spoke with a nonchalant sarcasm. "Yes, well that sounds quite awful. And you must forgive my actions, I sometimes become tense around tribals." Faris was being cocky as usual, but he soon realized that he should be more cautious since this one could be useful. Plus, tribals are unpredictable. "Perhaps I can aid your cause, but I would require your assistence in return."
((sorry for the response speed. I was a bit preoccupied))
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:02 pm
((No problem.))
She looked at him, then quirk her brow.
"Ah, your one of those types. A gain for a gain."
Shakes her head.
"No, I'm not the type you want with you. I am sure I can get what I need on my own. There are many secrets underneath these grounds that needs to be let out. If I'm not mistaken. I can find the one thing my people needs."
Shrugging and putting her hood up.
"Besides, I have two objective. Finding a medic. And helping these artificers relearn what they have lost. Much of their ancestors left elments here that can still be used to help this world. All they need is someone that 'remembers' how to activate them."
Turning her head. "Oh, but the way. I'm not a Runist persay. Or that Geosn. I'm of a far older breed. Forgotten. Even hated by those one calls a tribal clan? Yes. Def. hated by them. Extremely. Vehemently."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:10 pm
Justin raised his head to the sound of knocking, and put his attempts at clearing a path (while still remaining 'organized') on hold so he could answer the door. Well, one thing he would need for sure was his torches.... Then he paused for a second. What of the rest of the town? Some relied on him for repairs, too. Could he just leave them? There were others who could help out, but he was a large help as well...
Justin shoved these thoughts aside and took strides towards the doorway. With a twist and a short syllable, the door mechanism clicked, allowing him to open the door. "Hello?" he said, opening the door enough to show himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:23 am
Faris did take to notice that this one's appearance was not at all like that of a usual Runist, but the marks on her hands were his immediate point of identification. Though someone who practices the magick would have been useful, he could see that she was not interested. This made Faris slightly frustrated, for he felt that she did not understand the capabilities of his wealth.
His attention soon shifted as his buisness associate finally withdrew from the house. Faris spoke no last words to the female as he moved passed her and back towards the door.
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