UPDATE! at last...Verde & HalcyonVerde humms contemplatively as they return the card to its pocket.
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I have made a miscalculation.", they say to Halcyon. "
This store employs Procurers, a job where I believe some eccentricity is expected, and few questions are asked. However, owing to some form of social rank issue, they do not employ them directly."
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Rather, the place to find such employment is to the 'south', whatever direction that may be. Excuse me!", this last being aimed at a passerby, "
Could you point me in the direction of the southern warehouse?"
The passerby, who can only be described as a two foot walking mushroom in a sunhat, speaks in a clear, low voice. He describes to you an exact route, down the hill that direction, first left, avoid any alleyways strung with red cloth, big buildings with brown roofs. Thats as close as he can get you without knowing which particular warehouse your looking for.
Having received directions, Verde thanks the stranger and turns back to Halcyon. "
Are you coming? What name have you chosen, anyway? I will be Verde Silverchild."
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Halcyon. Got a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself". He says as they start off down the hill. "
Any idea what a procurer actually does?" He asks. "
Not the faintest idea. Procures things. I'm guessing things that don't want to be procured."
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Sounds really shady. Might be good work though." Halcyon says, a bit contemplatively.
The rest of the conversation is drowned out though, as an airship screams past just over the roof tops, and the two share a concerned look.
((Unless you take action otherwise, you will arrive at the southern warehouses next turn. ))
Alexandria K. assumedlyI sit down cross legged on the hill.
In contrast to how many people may react, Alex decides to do absolutely nothing, taking a seat to better observe the ship. It continues it's low flying route, seeming to pick up speed. Squinting, you can begin to pick out details on the ship. It's made entirely, on the bottom at least, of a non-reflective black metal. As you watch, small hatches seem to open up off the side of it. A massive device that you assume is some sort of engine made of bronze or brass sits on the deck, arching blue light. A single dark silhouette attends the engine. As close as it is now, you can even pick up on some small gold lettering near the bow of the ship.
D.epartment of I.nternal E.xterminations For some reason, you begin to get a sinking feeling as the ship draws closer. It's almost right on top of you at this point, but you would have time to take action if you moved now. A well dressed and incredibly fat man stops as he sees you sitting in the road and squints in the direction your looking. "
What 'da you suppose that thing is? he asks, and as you climb to your feet you answer him. "
Nothing good"
((Superneard))The small girl puts her hand up to her chin, and with a quizzical look on her face, she responds. "
Umm". She then raises her hands to shrug. "
If you figure that out, could you let me know? I am not familiar with the concept of be."
But of course! Jeremiah replies, full of bravado. "
We shall give you the most glorious of names, one truly befitting of a member of our group! Loopsey, a word." and with that they turn away to begin a hurried discussion in hushed tones. The girl stands there somewhat awkwardly, picking out the occasional word, idly tracking an airship in the sky.
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and such a name..." "
better than..." "
I liked the other one!" "
SHH! shh. not so loud" "
Jeremiah Wallace Junior..." "
I only..." "
If you insist..."
After a few minuets of such conspirations, they turn back to you. Jeremiah looks a tad exasperated, and loopsey barely holding back a grin. "
I have been persuaded, against my better judgment, to a name. Though, if you should not like it for any reason i have a perfectly good back up name." "
Ahem" Loopsey intergets. "
I mean, you dont have to be younger to be a junior. Just means you got the name second is all..." he mutters. "
Anara Ataya" Loopsy says and beams at you. "
That was going to be my name before i made my arms, but then i really liked loopsey." She says. "
Now you can have it! " Jeremiah gives her an odd look, and you stop to think for a second. "
Do you like it?"
((unless you take action otherwise, you will reach the edge of the slums next turn))
Roboson"
Temporary hazardous please." Roboson says with a polite smile. For some reason he feels very comfortable with this building and exchange. He begins to think he like's work and bureaucracy.
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Temporary hazardous... let me see here..." She says, clacking away on her typewriter. Peeking over the counter you notice that after she types, the type writer seems to be typing back, but you take a polite step backwards when she looks up sharply at you, eyebrows raised.
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Temporary hazardous... yes, I believe I have something here for you Mr. Roboson" she says, ripping a page out of the typewriter. "
We have two options here. We have a manager for the northern tunnel intake who is sick, and needs someone to fill in for the day. We also have an Electra-tech whose looking for an assistant for a rather... opportune commission. They both pay about the same, and of course we will be taking our 30% finders fee, so it's entirely up to you in this instance. What will it be Mr. Roboson?" she asks with a smile.
((Sorry for the gap guys. Some... ah, things happened that interfered with the update for a while. Next update will be tomorrow or when everybody has posted an action ))