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 Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:15 pm
A grin that was just a tad sheepish answered the lighter voice's teasing. "I'm glad you'll give me that much. Otherwise I'd have to persuade you, and there goes next hour," Sokka said, his gaze steady on Shakuni's face through the changing voices.
"A starting point," the Tabula echoed. He mused in silence for a moment, then offered a decisive nod. "Yes. Yes, I would like that." Pause. Solemnly, with care, he added a quiet, "Thank you."
The solemnity faded with another grin, and Sokka cocked his head toward the shimmering lights in the fountain. "Though you've promised to always be watching, you aren't obliged to always listen. You've had quite enough today. May I know whom I'm thanking?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:03 pm
"To those that follow our paths, we will always listen." The lighter voice felt warmed by the boy; he was so naive and his newness was amusing and touching to her.
The deeper voice then spoke, intending to answer the Tabula's question. "We are the gods Sitan and Pinga. And now, it is time for us to leave you." The voice was fading, and a small clink signalled that they had both left, as shakuni began to stir at the same moment. On the ground lay a small key, weathered silver and its recesses edged with the black of time. It looked sturdy and etched into the handle were the deep outlines of cogs, with some rasied in relief and others circling the main handle as cutouts, resulting in a complex layering only visible if you looked closely.
Key of the Inventor
Inventing and building is what you love to do the most; having some concrete representation of your efforts in life is something you strive for.
Gain 1 XP: every time your character successfully completes an invention or a building project.
Gain 3 XP: every time your character completes a project that is met with great appreciation from many.
Buyoff: Destroy your creations or swear off inventing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 7:53 pm
"Sitan and Pinga," Sokka repeated, a hand lifting reflexively to wave as the two presences withdrew. They had promised to listen, and he wondered if they would also be able to see. He hoped so. But just in case, he added, "Goodbye. And thank you."
As Shakuni stirred into wakefulness, the Tabula grinned. "Mornin', Shakuni. Feeling all right?" He walked over to where he heard the small clink and, kneeling, picked up the key. He turned it over and over in his hands, taking in the weathered silver and shadow-edged recesses, running an appreciative finger over the outlines of cogs.
There's something useful to be made from this, this pattern that repeated all over this gift from the gods, Sokka thought to himself, if only he could figure it out. And Shakuni was just waking up, right in time to answer some questions! What timing.
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