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Mysterious Mists of Change {Open RP}
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear
Location:
Menethil Harbour
With extreme pointedness, Tula drew a hand into a pouch. Drawing it forth produced a second piece of candy cradled in her palm which she showed demosntratively. She unrolled it from its packaging and popped it into her mouth. She slowly chewed, eying the young man challengingly. "Delicious."
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
"Because my brother will probably beat me to a bloody pulp for hanging around his kids...." Xander explained.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"Well, I suppose that answers my second question without actually explaining anything. Convenient, huh," Jastiel drawled.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Astranaar, Ashenvale
The elf watched the priestess and the child as they entered the inn, like a eagle observing it's prey.
Once they were inside Lyshalis strained her long purple elven ears on the conversation below. She could hear the innkeeper, but not the hushed voice of the priestess. It was peculiar.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Crashsite Isle
Alana smirked, chuckling as she watched the parts dropped in front of her. "Alright, let's see what we can do here..." She nodded; sliding off her perch and dropping down beside the pile.
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470415
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Post by
Atik
Alana Greyfang
Crashsite Isle
Alana dragged the engine in front of her, nodding as she positioned it so the exhaust pointed upwards. "Alright, let's hope I didn't burn all my fuel... and that this thing has the kick it needs." She commented; snatching the pipe.
Pausing a moment, the blue haired girl placed her eye against the opening; staring down the tube in search of opening or obstructions. She grumbled, but seemed satisfied with her findings. Pouting, she planted the metal upwards into the sky, the bottom almost entirely covering the engine's exhaust.
A blowtorch ignited; flames licking the area where the pipe and exhaust met, and sealing over anything that wasn't already blocked.
"Alright, now we need some fuel." Alana nodded; moving to stand and grab the gas tank. Toppling again, the Half-Dragon landed on the ground. "Ow..." She muttered; hands feebly grasping the tank before eventually pulling it towards her so she could attach it to the engine.
Sitting up, Alana brushed herself off, ripping into the engine and throwing tubes away before jamming the container of highly volatile gas into place; not so much attaching it where it needed to go, but rather cramming it in until it fit.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Lyshalis Mirkdancer
Location
: Astranaar, Ashenvale
Lyshalis smirked when the woman and the child hurried up the stairs.
The rogue then stod up and began to walk in a slow and calm pace to the stairs.
Post by
Joemaster240
Pui
Menethil Harbor
She set her glass down and listened to Holly's description. "Wow! I had just assumed this was how it always was." She said looking out the door at the flooded town. "So what happened to the it? Is it still alive? Is it around here?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"I am speaking to the room now, and no mean people sitting next to me. But I don't need to explain anything to people who made fun of me, and who I am not speaking to," she said loudly before taking another drink of her milk.
Character:
George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
He had arrived with the ship, but had stayed on the dock long after his fellow passengers had departed, standing by the edge and gazing into the dark, almost opaque waters contemplatively. The dwarven sailor who had been watching puffed on his pipe, leaning on a mooring peg and examining the newcomer to these shores.
He had a very fragile look to himself, with a narrow stark and sallow face. Sharp, long black and animated eyebrows - like two bat wings - were furrowed with what looked almost like regret as he gazed into the bay and the neighborhood which had been swallowed by the sea.
Or perhaps, the sailor thought removing his pipe, it was regret about the strangest and tackiest looking hat the man had ever seen, and he had been to Kalimdor! The youth wore something that could less be called a hat and more an apparatus, with a tarnished copper looking metal shape engraved with what looked like two serpents coiling around his skull to meet on the forehead, and two wings poking out the sides like hands waving in greeting. Otherwise, he was dressed in trim, formal looking clothes that did not look like they belonged to him, being somewhat ill fitting on his lanky and gaunt frame. He wore a small, awkward red bowtie about his neck. Hanging from one hand was a thick, metal case that looked far too heavy for someone like him to carry but which he handled with a surprising, familiar ease.
After a moment he turned from the bay. The sailor watched as George spent perhaps another five minutes fretting about before daring to approach him, whereupon the old salt of the sea smiled encouragingly and took some initiative.
Removing his pipe, the dwarf tapped it against the mooring peg, sending a blizzard of ash drifting into the black waters below. "Hello thah boy," he called out from the depths of a barrel chest. "What brings ye out so deep intah these marshlands eh?"
George smiled slightly, his eyes glancing about the jetty. "Aha...ha...Yes. I was, actually, as it turns out, just waiting for a ship. This was supposed to be a lay over and I...I was meant to transfer you see. Just...waiting for it to arrive."
The dwarf frowned deeply. "A ship ye say? Well," he mused, stroking a hand through his rust coloured beard, "If'n ya could provide a name fer it, ah might be able t' help ye."
"Oh! Yes. It's ah...hold on...um...oh drat!" The dwarf waited patiently as George fell to his knees and quickly began collecting the papers which had fallen form his pockets. At last he rose back to his feet and, with a sheepish smile produced one of the pieces of paper.
"Yeah! Er...yeah. It's...
The Maiden's Virtue
."
The dwarf frowned even deeper, which set George into a new set of fretting. "Lad..you sure?"
"Y-yes. Here. Right here." He turned the sheet for the dwarf to examine.
A deep rumble of a chuckle grew from the depths of of the demi-human's chest. With a shake of his head the dwarf peered at the young man before him. "Och, lad. Yer in quite the pickle 'ere."
"What do you mean? Is the ship not coming?"
"Lad," the dwarf said with another deep chuckle. He threw a thumb over his shoulder at the water behind him. "It nevah left!"
George peered around the dwarf, and came face to face with the thick wooden frame of a ship beneath the eddying sheen of the water. "W-what!"
"Lad, hate ta break it to ye. But ye been swindled."
There was a bang as George dropped his metal briefcase and promptly began to breathe in deep, heavy gasps. "But...I...I...my ticket...I...I..."
"Oi, lad," the dwarf asked in growing concern. "Ye a'right?" With a reassuring if flailing gesture George began to scramble through his pockets, soon producing a small cylindrical canister. Putting it to his mouth, there was a gasp of air, and George's breath began to even out.
"I'm...I'm fine...Thank you. But...but what am I supposed to do now?"
The dwarf shrugged. "Lad, I cannae tell ye. Best ah can advise is wait 'till tomorrow. There should be a ship comin' in, but 'til then thar's an inn over yonder." Here he pointed a leathery finger to a waterlogged building in the distance. "Best ah can advice ye be ta stay thar fer now."
George proceeded to fret again. Then nod. Then hyperventilate and breathe into a brown paper bag. Fortunately, by this point, he was stumbling away down the docks and towards the waterlogged town.
The dwarf chuckled and shook his head, filling his pipe with tobacco once more. "Gettin' stranger 'nd stranger 'round 'ere," he mused, lighting his pipe.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Calin, Loki Greyfang
Location: Menethil Harbor
"Why?" Calin asked again.
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
"I'm... what you might call the black sheep of the family..." Xander commented. "As in I stay as far away from them as possible, and they don't try to kill me..."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Calin, Loki Greyfang
Location: Menethil Harbor
"I didn't think you could be a black sheep in our family." She said thinking. "We got so many different people it's kinda hard to be the odd one out."
Post by
Atik
Xander Greyfang
Menethil Harbor
"Well there's a first time for everything." Xander shrugged.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
"I suppose if someone tells you that you
have
to do something, your first reaction would be to wave a runeblade around threateningly or something like that anyway," Jastiel shrugged innocently, apparently at least somewhat familiar with the situation where people very pointedly ignored him but maintained some sort of contact all the same.
"Moving on, what about smell?"
Character
: Isaac Ashwood
Location
: the
Ventus
, Stranglethorn Vale
"Yeesh, don't remind me of that one," Isaac grumbled. "Almost lost my hat. Had to go around with a cast on my horn for two weeks, too."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"I sure smell something bad," Tula said childishly, leaving no doubt what exactly who she was talking about.
Character:
George Wick
Location:
Menethil Harbour
As George sloshed through the water logged streets, grimacing in tragedy at what was being done to his shoes and the feeling of soaked socks, a shadow separated itself from a corner and began to trail after him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Jastiel Vorei, Ohrmuzd
Location
: Menethil Harbor
Jastiel demonstratively raised his arm and sniffed his armpit.
"Nope, not me. Perks of being a cryomancer extraordinaire - not only do I lose little to no liquid to perspiration, both extreme cold and extreme hot are no longer an issue," he said shamelessly.
Ohrmuzd, in sharp contrast, was exuding a palpable stench of wrath just barely held in check, primal and bestial in nature.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Tulatin Grimmgear
Location:
Menethil Harbour
"E
www."
Tula scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out in disgust. "That's so gross! Don't smell your armpits in front of me."
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470415
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