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eachdraidh2014-08-31 11:26 pm
ziggyzoggy) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-31 11:26 pm
Video, Unseelie court
[It's early in the morning. Actually, it's the creeping up on the buttcrack of dawn, entirely too early in the morning, but there you are. Sun's not quite up yet; the cold light of early morning seeping into the cracks of windows, not enough to take the chill out of the night yet. Who's been up for a while? This guy. There's errands to run, and if it's going to take days to run them, might as well get started early. Really early.
So! Good morning, Caer Scima! You get a Troll. Or at least, the painted-up face of one.]
I'm Vol'jin, Chief of the Darkspear tribe. Wit' that out of the way, listen up:
I'mma be travelin' to the Station soon. Ya need somethin' from there, or ya just want company, or ya don't feel right travelin' wit'out someone to watch ya back, meet me down in the Courtyard at sunrise.
Bring ya own supplies, at least a week's worth. I ain't ya minder.
[This ain't no newbie fetch quest; don't expect him to hold your hand.
Chieftain out.]
So! Good morning, Caer Scima! You get a Troll. Or at least, the painted-up face of one.]
I'm Vol'jin, Chief of the Darkspear tribe. Wit' that out of the way, listen up:
I'mma be travelin' to the Station soon. Ya need somethin' from there, or ya just want company, or ya don't feel right travelin' wit'out someone to watch ya back, meet me down in the Courtyard at sunrise.
Bring ya own supplies, at least a week's worth. I ain't ya minder.
[This ain't no newbie fetch quest; don't expect him to hold your hand.
Chieftain out.]
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[Hey handsome, how you doing~? He hadn't even considered star charts, even if he's been looking up on occasion for almost a month, so thank you for reminding him. He looks thoughtful, mumbling as he scratches his chin.]
Not a bad idea... I'd appreciate that. [Ok, he won't appreciate the imp, but the gold might help. He honestly has no idea.
Just so long as he doesn't have to take the imp.]
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[Grumbling, grumbling. His head is muggy and he aches, made dizzy by oncoming daylight. He leaves the locket recording empty space while he heaves himself up and starts rummaging, movements distinctly lacking their usual grace and economy. Finally, there's the sound of a door opening, and the Brucolac snappishly summoning an imp.]
You. Pixie. Imp, yes, I know, and your name is Freeferawl, don't think I don't remember. Here. That's— [raising his voice so it's easier for Vol'jin to hear] —thirty pieces. Try snatching a... [brief glance at the imp's hands] six-finger commission and you can answer to my friend, the troll in the courtyard. You'll have trouble missing him.
[And then he closes the door and stumbles back towards his bed, appearing in shot again.] Throw a coin at him to get him to go away, or he'll hang around and try to come with you.
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[Not that imp is likely to taste good; it probably tastes like toes on toast, but it's not going to stop him from threatening to bake the damn thing into a pie.
He never claims he's going to EAT the pie, after all.]
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[He's just going to chill out facedown here.]
Thanks.
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[They'll probably talk later, or in a couple of days. Whenever he inevitably wakes up in the middle of the night with the memory of trying to breathe through his own blood fresh in his mind.
With a nod, he signs off.]