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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 15:11:17 GMT -6
Tea & Chatter[CLOSED] RP
1699, SeptemberParticipants:
Alarik & Einar Its late-morning on the gilded bridge and it seems like everyone and their mother is here. The crowd spews left to right and you're lucky if you can go more than a steady walk.
Lets see how today plays out! |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 15:23:27 GMT -6
The streets where loud and busy, Hooves trotted up and down the roads of Valore as Merchants hollered and bellowed to attract customers. The smell of freshly baked bread and sea salt filled the air. The day had began mild and dry, a pleasant setting perhaps. But in the sea of horses it was little warmer and a little more uncomfortable as each side of you seemed to touch another equine. But of course it couldn't be helped.
Among this Alarik made his way through the spewing traffic of equines and was on his way to his small book stall at the end of the Gilded Bridge. It wasn't uncommon for it to be so busy at this time of day. Most horses were getting food supplies or seeing what was new to offer.
Alarik kept a straight face and kept his eyes close to the ground not exactly paying attention on what was in front of him. His hooves clipped and clopped across the ground and his saddle bags jingled with buckles clanking against one another. Alarik occasionally looking round at his saddle bags to check they were not tampered with. Books weren't that much CS to buy and would be worthless to steal but who knows, some colt may think they were something more important.
Post 1
Word Count: 217
Total RP Word Count: 217
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 9, 2016 15:36:33 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:112|| Posts:1
Einar took a deep breath of the fresh sea air, as he snaked his way through the pulsing crowd, trying to avoid stepping on anyone’s hooves. Without getting trampled himself. Despite working on the bridge almost every day, he’d never quite gotten used to all the excitement. He wasn’t even sure it was possible to become immune to the chaotic energy that seemed to drench the entire district. Every few steps the stallion would glance at the bag lying precariously on his back, hoping it stayed put these last few feet to his tiny shop. Inside lay a random assortment of trinkets, small metal jewelry, and anything else Einar thought might sell. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 16:02:49 GMT -6
The chestnut stallion walked along the paved streets carefully until something had caught his eye. He raised his head up above the crowd, looking back, but continuing to be pushed forward by those behind him. As he walked forward he failed to notice the plucky dun pony in front of him fiddling with keys, trying to unlock his old shop door.
There was loud thud and then a clash of metal hitting the floor. And Before Alarik could realised what happened, he saw a fjord pony sitting, almost laying on the ground in front of him, seeming a little dazed and confused himself. Alarik jumped to his feet, feeling terribly guilty and hoping that he didn’t cause too much damage. Before words could come out of his mouth he caught his tongue. "Oh God, what have you done now Alarik, you clumsy buffoon" He snapped at himself "Oh Ignacio, Help me Now" Again cussing under his breath before felling a little flush and panic about to slip in. And even though a commotion arouse, the other equine failed to notice or just simply didn't care enough to perhaps stop and help or to see if the two were even alright.
Post 2
Word Count: 201
Total RP Word Count: 529
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 9, 2016 16:08:18 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:152|| Posts:2
As Einar approached and started to unlock his shop’s door, he felt something push him hard from behind, propelling him onto the hard cobblestone street. Still too dazed to realize what had happened, the fjord sat there in disbelief before looking around at his merchandise, now scattered across the pavement. The dun horse bolted upright, locking eyes with a skittish chestnut, clearly the cause of the crash. Part of him wanted to yell at the younger stallion, tell him to watch where he was going, and a few other key phrases. But he hadn’t the time. This was rush hour, every minute he spent fussing was ten more sets of hooves trampling over his things. “You just gonna stand there? C’mon, help me clean this up before some hoofbrain kicks ‘em any further!” He ordered, standing up the now empty bag, before he started combing over the ground for his lost possessions. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 16:21:49 GMT -6
Alarik stood for a second, confused that the pony never yelled at him for bumping into him. But the pony was right, the longer he waited the further the pieces would go. He begun to scavenge what he could, looking around and pick up the bits and pieces scattered across the ground. The horses coming back and forth was like an ocean of bodies and was hard for him to fit his tall, slender self in between them as well as keep a close eye on where the bits were going.
He headed for the furthest away stuff first, Displeasing the other equines as he disturbed there movement and then holding up others behind them. Eventually bringing the pieces back and placing them back into the bag one by one. None seemed damaged and his panic was dampened a bit. He saw the pony scurry back and forth to collect his things, It really made him feel even more guilty. He collected the last he could find and made his way back over to the bag. He lowered his head and bit and waiting on the now scowling stallions returning with what he himself could collect. There was a second of reluctance to stick around in Alarik's head but that would simply be dishonourable.
Post 3
Word Count: 214
Total RP Word Count: 895
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 9, 2016 16:27:20 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:192|| Posts:3
After Einar was certain they’d gotten every last piece, and they were all still in good condition -thank the gods- he turned his attention back to the young stallion standing before him. The dun opened his mouth to yell at the stranger, but closed it awkwardly a moment later. He wasn’t sure why, but he just couldn’t build up the same angry fire he had only a short while ago. Perhaps he’d gotten enough of a breath to cool his head, perhaps he simply couldn’t stand to yell at such a pitiful young stallion. Either way he took a deep breath and spoke with a softer tone than he’d originally intended. “Thanks for help, not that I would’ve needed it if you watched where you were going.” He couldn’t help but let the last half slip, even if it was under his breath. “Are you okay? Need a drink or something? Should still have some tea in the back.” Einar offered, seeing the chestnut was almost as shook up as his merchandise. “Maybe you could buy some of the pieces you dinged up.” He chuckled, picking up his bag and heading inside. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 18:41:07 GMT -6
Alarik’s anxiety began to grow at the awkward silence. He raised his head a little as the dun pony began to say thanks. He understood if he was paying attention this wouldn’t of happened in the first place.
Alarik was about to head back onto his journey to the book shop but the next thing he knew the pony was offering him tea. He cocked his ears a little, he wasn’t sure if he had heard it right. But his chipper tone made it all convincing. He nodded a little and followed the pony, at first stopping at the door. Only slightly looking in. And then finally stepping into his shop. On the way in he reluctantly opened his mouth.
“My name‘s Alarik, what’s yours ? ” sounding almost friendly.
He peered around the shop in awe. There was a lot of trinkets propped up on shelves and in cases. Alarik knew the pony was a merchant like he was, but he wasn’t quite sure what the Fjord more or less sold as there were lot of different things.
More bits and pieces caught the stallions eye. Vases, Metal Dishware and other detective thing lay here and there. Presented to those who came through the door.
Post 4
Word Count: 210
Total RP Word Count: 1293
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 9, 2016 20:37:44 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:267|| Posts:4
“Nice to meet ya Al, I’m Einar.” The fjord smiled warmly over his shoulder. Almost as if the last ten minutes never happened. The fjord turned and placed his bag down carefully on a closed crate, not wanting to risk any more harm to his merchandise. Before heading to the ‘back’. Really, the back wasn’t much to speak of, a small area barely wider than Einar was, sectioned off by a thin, ornate drape hanging from the ceiling. This is where the stallion would take breaks when the energy of the job eventually wore him down. Which wasn’t as often as one might think. Mainly he kept it because he liked the sound of it. ‘The back’ somehow sounded more dignified than ‘two steps over there’. The dun stallion picked up the teapot, and trotted back over to his new acquaintance. His body went on autopilot, preparing and pouring the tea like it had everyday as his mind floated to other things. Carrying his mouth with it. “Ya know, my mom gave this kettle to me when I first set up shop.” He began to muse out loud, partly to Alarik, partly to himself. “She’d make the best cup of tea you’ve ever tasted! Used all kinds of leaves, lot’s of em from up north. I’ll tell ya, there is nothing as peaceful as sipping a cup of her chamomile tea and watching a sunset. Mmm.” He smiled, closing his eyes and giving his head a shake. “Hehe, sorry. Got a little carried away.” He said sheepishly when he came back down from his cotton candy cloud. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 9, 2016 22:07:12 GMT -6
The stallion pinned back his ears a little and his right eye seemed to twitch, as Einar called him “Al”. although he wouldn’t say anything, didn't like it, gritting his teeth slightly he made his way further into the shop as the pony wondered behind his curtain. Not two seconds later he re-entered the shop floor with a tea pot.
Alarik smiled as Einar began to pour tea into the cups. The pot piping steam from the spout. He listened and watched carefully as The plucky Einar rambled passionately about his mother. He giggled a little as Einar caught himself. Alarik feeling a little less anxious he smiled and opened his mouth again. “Do you know what your name means?” Alarik asked quietly. “Alarik means ruler of all, Power, Although it's not very accurate” he added.
He flicked his ears back a little " I'm more of a little lost lamb in a pack of wolves " He told himself " I really don't know why I'm here and what I've been sent to do, lost and afraid" He quieted himself again, trying not to seem odd in front of his new acquaintance. Alarik's dark thoughts began to riddle his head, Flushing away again when Einar Spoke again.
Post 5
Word Count: 206
Total RP Word Count: 1768
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 9, 2016 22:40:22 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:137|| Posts:5
“Eh I dunno, you build up enough speed and you’d be plenty powerful.” Einar laughed before taking a long sip of his tea. “Means like, lone warrior or somethin?” He shrugged, squinting his eyes and tilting his head as he thought. “Guess we both were kinda misnamed huh?” The dun chuckled, unable to imagine either of them as powerful rulers, or solitary fighters. At least not anymore. “When I was a foal, I was convinced I could take down an entire army by myself. Kept trying to ‘hone my skills’ on my friends. Made a big ol’ game out of it. But uh, it didn’t always go over well.” He snorted, turning his head in such a way as to draw attention to his lengthy scar. “You ever do anything like that?” He asked, taking another sip. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 10, 2016 0:35:47 GMT -6
Alarik took a sip of the now hot, sweet tea. It made his heart fluttered at the cup of delight and almost misheard what Einar was saying. He bobbed his head up and down a little in agreement at the dun pony’s gesture of both of them being missed named and listened with content to his short story of his younger days of foal-hood.
As Einar turned his head, Alarik gazed at the healed gash across Einar’s face that led from his right nostril all the way to just under his left eye. He had seen it when he first saw him outside but never thought much of it, besides Mom told him never to stare. “Ouch!, That’s a sore one, how’d you do that ?” But then totally avoiding his question. He smiled a little and sipped at his tea again. He may not have any physical scars but he did have a few mental ones and simply preferred to keep them in the closet for now.
It would probably be for the best and not to drown the mood. Not yet at-least.
He shifted his weight in his feet, now resting his back left hoof against the ground. The tea now cooling him down a bit from outside.
Post 6
Word Count: 214
Total RP Word Count: 2115
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 10, 2016 17:06:51 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:151|| Posts:6
“Let’s just say some colts play rough. Myself included.” Einar laughed, only half explaining the situation. He sometimes liked to bring up the subject at parties and such, surrounded by people he didn’t know, and leave it hanging in the air. Letting their own imagination fill in the blanks. He once convinced a friend’s filly it was a battle scar from his days in the crucible. And that he was a ruthless escaped slave, who could do anything he wanted. But she didn’t buy it for long, with his somewhat chipper disposition. As the conversation slowed the dun’s eyes wandered across the room searching for something to say. He hated quiet, too much time to think. Noise, talking, even if it was about nothing, was much better. “So… What do you do for a living? You a merchant too?” He looked back at the chestnut, hoping to keep the conversation going. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 10, 2016 19:29:28 GMT -6
“Oh, I see” he smiled. He pricking his ears back a little and lost eye contact. “Yeah, It’s nice to sit down with another merchant like yourself.” He answered awkwardly “ I.. I Sell mostly books and other reading and writing equipment." He went silent for a bit before chirping in again "Although I do work for another merchant. He’s um.. cool though” Biting his lip he stuttered out a few more words “Y..you got any.. um .. family ?, you mentioned your mother earlier.” Alarik tailed off, trying to keep it going. But he wasn't good at this sort of thing. He sipped at his chamomile tea once more.
Almost missing his lips the this time.
There was another moment of silence and in the back of his mind he felt as if he messed things up. He’s social anxiety began to settle in a little and wasn’t sure what to think at all. He began to nibble the inside of his cheek for comfort as he slowly finished his tea. He sorta wanted at ask for another but felt it would be rude, after all they did just meet. Again he shifted his weight over in his back feet now changing to rest the right foot instead.
Post 7
Word Count: 211
Total RP Word count: 2475
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 11, 2016 18:25:27 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:167|| Posts:7
Einar nodded and sipped his tea as the guest spoke. “Really? That’s cool.” He added when Alarik explained his wares. Not much of one for books himself, there was a hint of uninterest in his tone. “Yeah, I hear ya buddy, bosses.” The fjord raised his eyebrows and chuckled warily. “Um yeah… It’s uh, just us.” He sighed, flicking his ears back and lowering his cup. Family was about the only topic the young stallion wasn’t comfortable discussing with new faces. A real rarity for Einar. “You like the crucible?” He said abruptly, banishing the pain from his face with a smile as he stood, desperate to change the subject. “Got this after one of the last matches. An actual sword from a match. Or ya know, what’s left of it.” The dun explained, fetching a piece of mangled metal from one of the shelves behind him. While it didn’t look like much, you could tell Einar was excited by the mere idea of such a souvenir. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 11, 2016 18:49:15 GMT -6
The stallion lowered the cup and placed it softly on the counter. He heard the slight sadness in the Fjord voice as Alarik mentioned family. He knew the pain of “family” so he didn’t prod any further. He stood for a second letting his eyes wonder around the shop, but then Einar began to speak of the crucible. He tucked his head a little and placed his ears back. There was nothing more worse than the crucible to him other than the slave trade. He had never told anyone simply because he knew they would judge him and prove him a non-Aodhian. But to him it was in-equine. Fighting to almost death, for what ? meer sport.
Alarik tilted his head back up to face Einar again and gave a fake smile. “Yeah the .. um crucible is alright” He looked at the broken blade. Examining the detail and craft work of the sword. “It's a nice sword, fine craftsmanship and hard work went into this blade. Just a shame it’s been beaten and bruised” He talked with ease. If Alarik could talk about anything, it was weapons. Over the last year or so, he studied many blades, bows and axes. He found them so fascinating. “It’s a cool thing to have. You got anything else like that ?” Alariks eyes lightened up, he was simply fascinated, of course interested to possibly see another.
Post 8
Word Count: 234
Total RP Word Count: 2876
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 12, 2016 23:27:51 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:204|| Posts:8
If Einar noticed the uncomfort on his guest’s face he didn’t let on. Too eager to show off his prize to pause for such details. “Yeah, it musta been quite a sight when it was new.” He breathed staring at the scrap, almost able to see it stretch and contort into it’s original, shining form before him.
“I wish.” The fjord laughed, placing the item of discussion on the dusty counter. “Not a thing in here has that kinda story to it. And even as it sits, it’s still more impressive than half the weapons I sell.” He explained with a shrug as he returned to his seat. Nodding his head towards the feeble knives, daggers, and the like scattered amongst the shelves. Barely a one longer than his hoof.
“There’s a sort’a….dignity to it.” Einar mused, again staring at the mangled sword. “This here sword’s probably braver than either of us. Mean, I’ve looked it over, this thing’s made tough. Just about impossible to ever straighten it out. That’s how I got it so cheap. But how you figure it got so messed up in the first place?” He paused, locking his vivid blue eyes on Alarik’s green ones. Daring him to answer.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 15, 2016 11:12:52 GMT -6
Alarik stared into Einar’s blue topaz shaded eyes for a few seconds. He gave a clean smirk at the eager stallion's daring grin. His glance followed down to the sword that had been placed on the shop counter. Glaring at the mangled piece of metal in front of him, examining the ware of it. “It’s could be many things. It could have been melted or just used that much, it was beaten into a different shape all together.” To be quite frank, Alarik didn’t really know and it was rather odd to see a weapon in such as state as this one. To him it was definitely a fine crafted sword used in the crucible and it was used a lot. Maybe more than 10 years. Or maybe the metal was some sort of cheap alloy but Rik could see how much it meant the the Fjord and didn't wish to upset the guy.
“Maybe you could make up a great story about it. It’s a great conversation piece of course.” He gave another more satire grin.
Rik looked around the small shop. At that moment he felt somewhat lost, like he was forgetting something. Something... important.
But again, maybe he was wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.
Post 9
Word Count: 213
Total RP Word Count: 3,289
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 15, 2016 11:52:30 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:140|| Posts:9
The dun gave a smirk as he shook his head, almost amused by the practicality of his friend’s answer. “ No, the way I see it, this sword wanted to break.” He started, a playful twinkle in his eye. “I figure it was in a big fight,” Einar explained, leaning in over the counter as he spoke; “and it was bout to be used to kill this one fella. This really young, string bean of a fighter. Only thing is, it didn’t wanna do that to the kid. So, it gave itself up instead.” The fjord announced matter of factly, completely convinced by his own fanciful story. As Einar leaned back and took another swing of his tea, he noticed a sort of unease on his companion’s face. “Everything okay?” He asked warily, his eyes following the chestnut’s around the shop. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 15, 2016 23:18:25 GMT -6
The stallion's ears twitched at Einar's story about the sword. “Convincing” he snickered. “Well we will never know. It’s not like it can talk to us” he continued
The stallion walked around the small store. His mind wandered on what he was forgetting. The fjord chirped out a few words “Everything okay?” Alarik pinned his ears back somewhat, finding himself lost in the moment. “Umm yeah, I just …. um . I feel like I’m forgetting something” He scowled a little at himself. Then it suddenly dawned on the chestnut stallion. His head raised up and his eyes when big. “Oh gods. I’m late”. He stuttered, standing utterly still unknown what to do. He had never been late for anything. Not to work and definitely not even on returning books.
In an utter panic and in a scurry, he paced the shop floor and reached for the door. “Thank you so much Einar, for the tea and inviting me in.” He almost shouted, opening the door "Ill try not barge into you next time" snickering under his breath “I’ll see you round” he smiled at the plucky pony before attempting to join the crowd of horses again and trotting off along the road.
Post 10
Word Count: 205
Total RP Word Count: 3,632
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 16, 2016 14:53:34 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:201|| Posts:10
“Ha! I wish.” The dun chuckled in response. “But could you imagine how much it’ll sell for if it could?” He mused, almost able to see the crystal shards now.
Einar took another sip of his tea as his companion muttered about forgetting something. “I dunno buddy, don’t think ya mentioned anything…” He said slowly, before taking a long breath. He started scrubbing back over their conversation in his mind, looking for any clue to decode what the chestnut had forgotten.
But, before he could offer a suggestion or even a shrug, Alarik’s eyes went wide. “Oh gods. I’m late.” The younger stallion exclaimed before bolting to the door. “Sorry Alarik, didn’t mean to keep ya.” Einar apologised with a faint smile as he stepped out from behind the counter and towards the warmblood cross. “Thanks for dropping by though! I’ll be sure to bump into you sometime!” He called out with a snicker. Yeah, he had no intentions of ever letting that go.
With a light shake of his head, Einar watched Alarik melt into the crowd, before finally flipping his hanging door sign to open and returning inside. Hoping the rest of his day was as enjoyable as that. |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Oct 17, 2016 4:10:52 GMT -6
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