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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 1:07 pm
Five days, five days of nothing but blue skies and slightly off green blue oceans. Ever since Gui left on this delivery he had been longing for land. After all most of his jobs only had him delivering in the Earth Kingdom it's self, and even then he would be pushing it to get more then a few jobs outside of Ba Sing Se as it was.
Still, this was possibly the biggest order yet, and the old man demanded Gui accompany it in person to give Colonel Atsuhi Qi best wishes from the elder blacksmith and appollogize for his absence as he continued work on other projects he delayed in order to finish the bulk of Atsuhi's own.
Still, five days latter, here he was, on the streets of the Fire Nation, the rented cart and horse tugging the crates of weapons and supplies behind him. With one last glance at the map he started off towards his final destination, if he got the delivery done today he could spend the next two just wandering the city and maybe find something to do or a quick way to make some cash.
Not long latter the cart and boy finally came to stop at a rather splendid looking door to the house of Colonel Atsuhi Qi, while one guard searched the cart to ensure it really was just the supplies order the other went inside to announce Gui's arrival.
Any one who can afford this much stuff must have something good inside their house... he mussed as he waited for the guard to return.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 8:18 pm
Toshiro was home from school on one of those rare occasions where the academy offered something of a vacation for the children who had the ability or money to go home. Toshiro obviously had both, and while he wasn't sure he relished the idea of living in the tense quiet of his family home again, the idea of seeing Reina, who was by now a few months older than when he last left her, and was moving around on all fours with surprising efficiency. More than once he had been forced to move into a chair or onto his bed while he tried to read, so that she couldn't get her perpetually slobbery hands on the delicate pages.
Having just come from the kitchens- the young archer had grown rather hungry while reading about the adventures of some past Avatar and pirates- and was munching on an apple when he heard the sound of voices and people moving in the main hall. With a curious frown, the boy of twelve moved near the corner of the wall that led into the area of his interest. Weapons... Ah, yes, he did vaguely recall his father mumbling something about a shipment coming in at some point... Apparently this was it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 1:31 pm
This was not part of the plan! But still the guard had finally returned just before Toshiro rounded the corner. With his return the guard had said the Colonel was out so what else could he do? He had only rented the cart for a day so their was no way he could simply bring it all back tomorrow.
"Then I'm sure you have guest rooms around here? Or somewhere I can just put the crates till he returns?" Both guards simply shrugged, muttering to one another about what to do with the teenage blacksmith standing on the steps. It was at this time that Gui happened to catch a glance of Toshiro, "Hey! You! You know were the Colonel is or when he's going to be back?" He waved behind himself to the cart, "I've got his delivery and these two," he gestured towards the guards rolling his eyes, "...say he isn't around."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:17 pm
"If they say that my father is gone, then my father is gone. I'm no more aware of his coming and goings than you are, Merchant." With an airy shrug, Toshiro glanced at the cart full of weapons, and then to the gaurds, and then back to the loud-mouthed teenager that was currently making dirty the hallways his mother ordered the servants to keep so very clean. He sighed, knowing that he would probably get in trouble with whatever course of action he took. He could tell the boy to leave the damn things where they were, he could him to take them out to the store house, where they would probably end up. Either way, Toshiro saw himself being berated by his father. "Just... leave them there. My father will be back in his own time." With a shrug, the young archer turned to leave, wanting to go to his room and just... read, or something of the like.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:25 am
The response Gui got was the last thing he could have wanted. Shoulders slumped he started to make his way over to the cart hopping onto it and turning about to sit and watch Tosh. "I can't just leave them here, I need to return the cart and I depart in two days time. If your dads not back what then? Besides your father needs to be here to inspect it and hand over the payment." Even as the last words slipped out of his mouth an idea started to form, a simple one, it couldn't hurt really.
"Actually... maybe we can work something out..." swinging back off the cart he made his way back over to Tosh and the two guards. "You think you can get the money for the shipment? I'm sure it won't be that hard, you give me the money, I leave everything here, and your dad sends word to the inn I'll be at and I'll come back to talk with him and pick up the cart, your dad doesn't show, I pay the money back and take the cart and the weapons back."
Of course there would be an 'additional fee' added ever so subtle to the order (which Gui could only hope Tosh knew nothing about) to compensate Gui's 'troubles' in the delivery.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:21 pm
Toshiro cocked an eyebrow high on his forehead, and shook his head. "I don't think that sounds like particularly good business. What's to keep you from skipping out on us once I hand over the money? That leaves us with a rickety cart which is possibly full of defective, low-quality weapons." He may have been young, but Toshiro had been raised to rely on himself, and Gui didn't strike him as a totally upstanding citizen. "It makes more sense for you to leave word with me- which I will then relay to my father- and you can come back at a later date. Give me the name of the inn you are staying in, along with your full name, and you have my word that the information will be given in it's entirety to my father."
He stood there, rod-straight as his schooling had taught him, as his small stature demanded. True, he was shorter and thinner than most boys his age, but he had practiced looking like an adult in the mirror enough to feel confident that he projected an aura, so to speak, of someone much older than the age of twelve. And perhaps, mentally, he was much older than twelve, with what he had been through. Having been captured, been singled out from his fellow captives, having grown up in a house that was more shelter than home, Toshiro had indeed learned to rely on himself, and no one else.
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