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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 10 2008, 02:31 PM Post #1 |
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It was just as full as the markets in the level below, but maybe a little more with all the ships docking and the cargo and packages being taken off board, you had to watch where you stepped. Worse even were the boxes of live animals and such. Some off those things could take off your leg if they managed to get an arm through the ill built boxes. Maneuvering about required a tiptoe sort of walk, weaving about through the boxes and bulky people carrying about crates on trolley's and their shoulders. the lifts were a maze away, and seemed father away every moment. So how in the world did she get in the middle of a square of boxes? But there it was, across a couple of crates, a pretty much open route to the lifts. Climbing over the crate in front of her, trying to avoid locking eyes with the trader calling at her from the podium across the way, she clasped her record book to her side and sprinted over to the lift. The door was stuck for a moment, but when it finally opened she jumped in and closed the door. The large array of buttons was right next to her but the number of her dock pretty much eluded her, she should probably know that before heading to the right level. She had a slip of paper in her pockets somewhere. She'd neglected to make a note of it in her book. One of her clients, an R.T. Hoxter, had let her know to inspect one of his shipments which was coming in soon, at dock- uhh, gosh. Where did she put that slip of paper. Not her back pockets, those were empty except for a bit of pocket lint and coupon to one of the taverns in the city. Coat pocket was pretty barren. And her front pockets were non-existent in this strange pair of pants she'd bought. It was up in the 84th level though, and that was only a few flights on the lifts more, hopefully not everyone on that level would be selling willflits and sluths. That would be pretty bad. The lift itself was pretty unnerving, she didn't like knowing that her feet weren't making contact with really thick flooring. So while watching the levels pass by she tried, she tried vainly to remember the scrawl on that slip of paper that was handed to her. The lift shook bruskly, and emitted a squeak as it stopped. The door flew open, and Varetine made her way into another similar level of the, only this level had far fewer boxes and crates."It'll be easier to find my supplier," she told herself reassuringly. Some of the ships were massive and pretty grand, but she didn't worry much about her client and his finances though. Course, walking around just a little bit it didn't look like any of these ships were carrying her cargo. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 10 2008, 03:20 PM Post #2 |
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The HMS Beautiful Crone, flagship of his Highness, the Duke of Nautilla, came into the horizon dwarfing the other ships that were busy with their trade. It also made several captains a bit envy to a point. Built entirely from scratch, properly stacked, equipped and modified -- the Beautiful Crone was one of few privately owned steamships of the line that can easily rival an Imperial Monitor Ship, this being a no mere feat in terms of tactical ships engagements. At the helm of the ship, was Maximillian Gennadius Worthington the August, recently returned from a small expedition to the wineries of Karl Bacchus, a well known purveyor of fermented grapes from the Eriol region. In the belly of the ship lay Maximillian's hunting trophies -- several cases of vintage fermented grapes, bottled elegantly in highly fragile bottles. Giving the signal to the crew to prepare docking procedures, Maximillian relished at the thought that he would soon be sipping away into the late hours of the night. The crew, a trained handful started sending out signals and preparing the anchors. It would be a smooth operation thought Maximillian. The docking procedure was quite easy, all you had to do was drive through the buffers and the dock mechanics take's care of the ship cables and anchors. Maximillian then gave a few orders to start unloading a few of the crates since he wanted to give some to the club members in the city. With all his work done, Maximillian took a nice long breather, and started walking down the ramp. It would have gone much easier if not for the efficiently placed banana peel on the ramp ladders. Given elements of the physical frame, the weight ratio and the natural laws of physics - Maxmillian Gennadius Worthington, High Lord, Duke of Nautilla, came tumbling down the ramp, rolling towards the well placed salt sacks and crashed gracefully into an area where by some miracle, all the crates were placed quite nicely. |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 10 2008, 03:47 PM Post #3 |
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Well that was quite a spectacle! Having never actually seen the whole banana peel slip sort of gag, Varetine was pretty amused with this stunt. but by the look in the well built gentleman's face it wasn't a well timed gag at all. Of course, should Varetine's interest run in wider circles than it did, having see this gentleman would have set her mind straight and she would forget all about this level heading promptly down to the 48th level where a certain K. Marcher was becoming quiet impatient with the late arrival of his promised product surveyor. But it didn't and neither did she. Instead her mind came across the crates, and in a leap of faith decided that this was either her clients provider or someone who would know of him. As we can see, the openness of the Terebori is a great handicap indeed. So over towards the crates she went, and peaking over the boxes that felt a little bit moist and smelled like wine, from the sound inside the crates, it sounded as if very few bottles of whatever had been in here survived, and some were still spinning around and falling. The man still lay sort of crumples next the the boxes, and as his clothes looked far more precious than her, even with a bit of staining, she felt very much like an urchin. there was no way she could bring herself to helping the poor man up. "Are you alright, sir? That was quite a fall. I wonder, have you heard of a shipment of willflits and sluths supposed to be shipped to this level. I know you only just arrived, but?" She came around the side of the boxes, not really knowing what she could do to help him up, and not really sure what good her would be to her, It was an entire level, he probably never dealt with a willflit or sluth in his entire life. Maybe she should just keep looking around, eventually another ship with cargo would duck, and maybe eventually someone who knew of her transporter would find her, or she'd find them, she didn't much mind however it went. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 10 2008, 04:12 PM Post #4 |
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Maximillian's life flashed before his eyes and concluded it was not his but that of a well known hero of some farcical play done decades ago. In any case he was still alive. He quickly got up to his feet and bent his back a little doing a little swing to the left and little more to the right. The fluids trapped in his joints creaked loudly with glee and Maxmillian cried in pain, which echoed inside the cavernous hall. Dusting off the dust that had accumulated on his coat he took notice of the Terebori who was now apparently surveying the damage. In one fluid motion he put on his pince nez which luckily survived the fall and perched it upon his nose to get a clearer view and perhaps assess the damage. A small fall like that was nothing compared to the perils he faced in his youth. "Greetings! I am Maximillian, Interpid Explorer Extraordinaire," boomed the voice, who apparently was used to simple introductions since he hated the long honorifics that came along when he was born into the world, "I am terribly sorry for what has transpired, how the banana peel got there I do not have the slightest notion." "Willfits and sluths?" Maximillian eyeing the small Teriborean, "Do not tell me that Kooky Mister Marcher is looking for those stuff again. Just a little secret between us young one - I find him to be a bit of a loony. Willfits and sluths! Good heavens. If you are interested I can give a better alternative to those, used by the Pwasp tribes in the Equatorial regions of Wallaballoo you see. Much better." Straining once more and biting his lip, Maximillian reached out from behind and pulled out a shard of crytal apparently from the cargo and tossed it over to the side. "A pleasure to meet meet you in this fine and wonderful afternoon young master... I do beg your pardon, I haven't had the pleasure of knowing your name." |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 10 2008, 04:48 PM Post #5 |
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She stood to the side letting him get up out of the mess of crates. "You sure you're not hurt, that was quite a scream." So he was an explorer, "Mighty lucky you are, I'd love to see the world, I'm only getting so far with the business in this city.""You shouldn't be apologizing to me, I was just a passerby, the folks who were going to get these fine wines would be the ones you should apologize to. It's such a waste." The smell of the fermented grapes drifted about the crates, and it was almost a mouthwatering scent if it had not been for the haunting knowledge of the loss of such good stock. "No willflits and sluths, Mr. Roland Hoxter will definitely throw a fit over that. But I'll be sure to send a message to him and my family about the alternative Sir. Mr. Marcher did seem a little to excited in that telemessage Hoxter relayed to me." She grasped the newly risen Maximillian's hand and shook it in a business like fashion, "I'd be glad to look at the alternative soon. I've heard the Pwasps produce very good stock, if I could get a good price for it my client would be more than happy." She paused under the realization theat he indeed had introduced himself and she hadn't. "The name's Varetine, I'm a Merchandise Scout for the den'Atoni family." She took a moment to open her book, taking the pen out of it's space in the binding and scribbling a note on Maximillian and his HMS Beautiful Crone, should she be looking for someone to gather supplies for. She also wrote down his dock number, so as not to loose her way again. hopefully he didn't have a ship that moved about in the docks. 84-17 was written down in her book before she placed the pen back and closed the book again. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 10 2008, 05:11 PM Post #6 |
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"I've been to worse scrapes in my my entire life, young master Varentine" Maximillian's boisterous laugh emanated to the halls almost as loud as screams before making a few people in a dock a bit nervous. "I'm sure the Club will not care for the wines, it was my gift to them anyway. I mean - I can't finish the entire shipment all by myself can I? I would probably die by tomorrow's end if I did consume it by myself." "Tell you what," Maxmillian bending his knees to fetch a bottle that was spared from being crushed and opening the cork with his teeth, "Try some of this and tell me what you think young master Varentine. You can't find finer stuff stuff than this! I'd say its quite better than the Imperial Tokay in the Palace and believe me I've tasted the lot." "Roland will not even dare throw a fit in front of me if he values his neck!" Maxmillian grinning and opening another bottle of wine and drinking it straight from the bottle. "If you want I can spare you a stock from my cargo. I only use the stuff as after dinner snack. Some people say its bad for your health but I do not believe a single poppycock story they give. I've seen several beings who lived on nothing but willflits and sluths all their lives and they are much older than most of the whole damned civilisation!" Maximillian now drank another copious amount from his bottle, "Ah, here she comes now! My little darling." A hawk landed on Maximillians hand and pecked at his auburn hair. "There, there Demeter. Finished your exercise?" To other races, a man talking to a hawk in low purrs is normal, but to his fellow humans he was clearly an oddball of the worst kind. "Demeter likes your spirit, young master! You have the spirit of an adventurer she says!" It was at this point in time that Maxmillian, noticed thorugh his golden pince nez the young Teriborean scribbling. "You like my ship?" Maximillian smiling through his moustache, "Built her mesself, from scratch. I built me first ship when I was young, it crashed. I built my second ship after that, it lacked some parts -- it crashed. I built me third ship soon afterwards -- it hit a skywhale, burned and then crashed. This one is the however is the finest of the line, even the military cannot put up a fight with her. Aye young master Varentine, not a bit! Too bad though, their renovating my usual docking area back at the Royal Garrison... They just told me to park it here for the moment. Bloody gits." "What's a young feisty Teriborean doing as a Merchandise Scout here anyway? It's not exactly the best environment for a Teriborean is it now? You could catch a nasty cold or worse." |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 10 2008, 08:16 PM Post #7 |
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"I suppose I'll try some." She took the bottle from him, and sniffed the aroma of the wine in a professional fashion. Although the smell of the wines was all around her from the broken bottles, the smell that emanated from the bottle was far stronger and twelve times more fragrant. Taking a sip she tasted it with her tongue. It tingled and tasted better than anything she'd ever had, although she hadn't had many wines. She smiled, "I'll take your word for it. It's the best I've tasted in my short existence." She took a swig to show her appreciation. At his offer she glowed, "That'd be wonderful, I'd love to take some back, even with news I'd feel like I would have come back empty handed. Empty-handedness is never a good thing to return to a client with." "If it's alright with you, I'll take this one bottle, and that unbroken one over there. I'll have Ronald send a group of men up here to gather the shipment." "That's quite a beautiful bird you've got there, very healthy her coat is gorgeous." She watched as Max talked to his bird, ' An adventurer's spirit I have, but it'll go to waste if I stay here till I'm an old rotten biddy, I'd hate to get my black skin like that," she joked. She recorked the bottle and took in in the hand she was carrying the book with. She put the bottle she'd mentioned earlier in her coat pocket. "Your ship is equally magnificent. You said a skywhale hit you third ship, that would be something to see." She pulled out her book and changed the number to royal garrison. Now she'd know where to find him. "But sir, I'm here because I can pretty much take my health for granted. And I like it here, There's lots of places to wander about, I rarely ever see my house. Plus the city is a large center of trade, as much as I'd like to go see the world I don't have the money too, many supplies and things come through that I can refer to my clients and family. So it's pretty useful." She said. "I'm pretty much cut off from most family duties anyway, I like having free reign on my life. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 10 2008, 08:39 PM Post #8 |
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"Of course, of course be my guest!" Maximillian glowed, "As I always say, always share what you have that way we educate the lot. Can't have the rest of the populace grow dull and dimwitted can we now? I always say that an experience shared is worth two with a friend! I have a nasty lot of the that cargo anyway." "Oi, aye she is!" Maximillian continued, letting go of his aristrocratic speech and opting for a more normal chum form of talk, which always raises a few eyebrows. "Given to me by a man from the outer outposts in exchange for some parts for his ship. Fair trade I'd say. Yes she does, yes she does, don;t you my pretty little feathered chum?" Maximillian let go of Demeter who flew away towards the sky, "I tried to set her free once, but she is quite adamant on returning back home. Poor thing. I took her to Hawk's Roost where there is a colony of her kind, she always came back. I gave up on setting her free after that." Maximillian took a seat in one of the more sturdier crates and finished his bottle in one whole swig. Even seated he still towered over the Teriborean. Maxmillian took out a pipe and bit through the stem, though he didn't light it up yet. "Aye. Good natured buggers the skywhales are unlike their cousins, the sandwhales. The lot are docile enough to fly and accompany you once in a while but there are some skywhales who are aggressive and there is nothing more you should keep an eye out for than an aggressive skywhale. Their numbers are dwindling though, aye, poor creatures. At this rate the next generation won't have the pleasure of seeing the lot." "You like it here?" Maxmillian looking unconvinced. "Do you now lad? Methinks your mind is set here, yet your heart wants a grand ol' adventure eh? You seem to be a good hand. Good management skills and the lot. You could always try the Scribes you know. If ye wants to join, they might assign you with an Intrepid Explorer like me on an expedition. Like it here! Poppycock!" "Let's try you out!" grinned Maximillian immediately reaching for the bucket of water and hurled the contents towards the direction of Varentine. |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 10 2008, 09:18 PM Post #9 |
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"A pity she can't be with her own kind, but she seems to have a very good home with you." She decided she might as well get rid of one bottle. and so in a few swift swigs she finished of the half full one. She set it next to one of the crates. She raised her eyebrows, "It seems I'd best get out of here soon if I want to see anything of that world. I've heard of those Sandwhales though. It's always been hard to get anything out of the deserts. I've heard of a number of camp that just disappear in the night. A couple of survivors claim that the sand rose and then fell, taking pretty much everything with it. Best guess is that the whales tunnel under an' their tunnels collapse. She jumped out of the way of the oncoming water, jumping on one of the crates. Her foot had gotten wet, she shook it a couple times to try to get it a little dry. Her biggest priority right now was the bottle in her pocket and her book. Her shoe was wet now, she sat down on the crate and took it off, wringing as much of the fabric so she wouldn't have to get out of the Docks using a squelching shoe. "Testing me are you? Well even if I don't really like it, it's a good excuse to convince myself with in the meantime. From here at least I can smell the spices from Livlitu, and see the Grer monkey shipments from Heyt." She said mournfully. "If those scribes can do better, let me in let me in, I say. Any requirements aside men throwing buckets of water at you? I'd be a lot of help in places where the breathing can't go. What I wouldn't do." She put the shoe back on her foot. She set her vest back in place and climbed down from the crate, straightening her pants on the way. "Now there's no sense sitting around by a large group of crates drinking wine, got anything else interesting on that ship of your I should know about. If I can get into those scribes, I might as well keep myself on my feet. We could definitively set up a nice system of trade. Standing next to him, while he was sitting definitely felt belittling , she was small for a Terebori, but not immensely, but by god, the only race she wasn't dwarfed by were well dwarfs. But he was right, the city was no place for her. They may be nooks and crannys here and there but eventually you knew it all. Even the village back in the swamp where she came from was far more interesting. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 10 2008, 09:41 PM Post #10 |
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Maximillian roared with laughter at the little acrobatics the young Teriborean just did, a quick wit, self-restraint and well-versed in getting just enough right information. "Your balance is way off. Your fellow tribe members would have been more agile. You have grown to the ways of the city too much for your own good," Maximillian pointing to the wet feet, "Aye, aye... the city wastes many a good souls." "Now stand still and hold on to your book young master!" Maximillian said as he took a short silver tube and pointed it at the Teribori and a small gust of wind just blew at the young Teribori, just enough cool wind to dry the kid off, "See! Spic and Span as Spanners in my Ship." "Trade, trade, trade, trade..." Maximillian droned, "Is that all you can think of young master? Your native impertubability gets the best of you sometimes. You are two sides of a coin, one willing and the other is afraid. Aye that is what I think of you. Trade! Of all the things!" "I though you were made of sterner stuff! Just like the your legends!" Maximillian now lighting his pipe and taking a puffer, "In this world today, it does not matter what race you are or how big you are, its following your heart that matters! Grow up young master! And I won't have none of any monkey gibberish or spices coming in, beacuse they will be taking a turn right now and they will not upload the stuff here since its going personally deliver that shipment to the outer rims. I sanctioned that shipment mesself!" Maxmillian threw a coin at the young Teriborean, "Flip the coin." |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 11 2008, 01:12 AM Post #11 |
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"Alright, Alright I get it, not one bit of good has this place done to me, and the sooner I get out the better.' The gust of wind hit her, her feet dried up, but the ribbon in her hair became undone and she struggled to catch it. She stuffed it into her pocket, letting her hair down all the way. "I got stuck here I did, came here to see something and got trapped. Oh my uncle would be so disappointed in me, trapped in the metal city, minion to this godforsaken book." She clapped the book firmly to her knee as punishment. "This placed muddled with my head," she said mournfully, getting a little angry at herself as well, but unable to stop talking. 'I was raised on trade and taught trade, and had trade stuffed up my throat I'm sick of it. All that time I withstood it so they'd let me go. Good fat lot I'd do as a mother with no children. I could move, and then the city caught me." She looked up. And those monkey's and spices, hell if I really want to smell them in this tainted place. I want to see those spice plants shoot up from the ground with their angry maws ready to rip the harvesters who want more buds to crush! I want to see those monkey in their tree's eating the nashnash fruit with their hind feet and sleeping on those tip top branches all those books talk about." She grabbed the coin with some new found pride, if not embarrassed at herself for this outburst in front of this stranger. "Tell me where to go to sigh up for this stuff, and I'll be there in a heartbeat. I've got nothing of importance on me but the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. In a heartbeat I'll tell you." "I'm sick of lying to myself!" |
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| Maximillian | Jun 11 2008, 04:00 PM Post #12 |
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"Now that's spirit!" Maxmillian happily said to the young Teriborean, "Be free from yer chains! Mediocrity can be quite a nasty bugger ya know. I found that out for myself when I was young. That's why I follow me own rules, and follow what me own heart tells me. But you must also the rules of the others and be careful not to intrude upon their noses." A few transport ships docked here and there blowing upi a small gust inside the area. Maximillian watched a the everyone got in and out. He took out his golden timepiece and looked at the time before tying up his hair with a cerulean ribbon. "If you want to join the Scribes, take this with you," the Duke trying to retrieve a scroll inside his coat, "These are letters of marque. They'll know what to do with you once they read this. Dinnae worry 'bout getting in -- they're quite an an easy group to get in I'd say unlike me Club. Anyway, you can find their their League house near the Royal Libraries in this country. Just give 'em the letters of marque and you'll be inducted in no time. Afterwards you can have your choice whether you want work as a Royal Scribe or be assigned somewhere. Simple is it not? And they give a monthly stipend to all members - so you need not worry about your expenses - as long as you keep yer wits about!" |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 11 2008, 05:08 PM Post #13 |
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Cheeks still burning from her outburst, she took the scroll she was handed. "Thank you," she looked down at the scroll, "Near the Royal libraries, okay, I'll have to figure out exactly where that is, but I'll get there!" It scared her a little, a door just reopened for her, but n her state it was surprising. The door opened quickly and with so much gusto it had knocked her thinking capabilities out for a time. The path she'd always wanted to take shone much much brighter than it had before. "I'll make sure not to stifle myself any longer, it doesn't sound that healthy anyway." She stuffed the scroll into her coat pocket next to the wine bottle.She'd have to figure out how to tie up loose ends before starting to run about on her own. But enough of that, she'd get everything done quickly and go and find that place. And they'd pay for her trips, her expenses, everything. She felt so childish, like she was aging backwards. everything she'd been taught centered around growing up, taking care of yourself, working to gain money. She really would have to unlearn a lot of things. She looked around the docks, wondering how she could have liked them so much, they seemed so mediocre now, everyone was doing what they always did, unloading crates an d cargo, calling calls, and lazing about wait for something to happen. |
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| Maximillian | Jun 11 2008, 05:37 PM Post #14 |
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"Now now young master!" Maximillian seeing the excitement burning up inside the young Teriborean, "Ya better calm yerself down before the wind sweeps you off your feet." Several well dressed men came towards the direction of the two. They were not soldiers of the city nor did they look like guards but their dresses indicated that they were military or had some military training. The royal purple of their uniform incidentally matched those of Maximillian's robes. The first one, presumably the captain moves towards the direction of Maximillian and cleared his throat a bit, "Your grace, Forgive me but it is time." "Oh dear me," Maximillian looking at his timepiece and indeed noticed foe the first time at dusk had already settled in and the yellowy glow of the gas lamps were already illuminating the area. He stood up dusted up the remaining bits and pieces still stuck to his coat and pocketed his pince nez. "Well young master Varentine! I hope I haven't taken too much of your time!" Maximillian's bowing to the Teriborean, "I must go now, I have pressing business to attend to for to." |
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| Varetine den'Atoni | Jun 11 2008, 06:45 PM Post #15 |
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Varetine stood off to the side as the men showed up to call Maximillian away. The must be Military, she thought, those clothes sure are grand. Maximillian called his goodbyes, following the men. "Goodbye, thanks for everything, Sir." She watched him leave, the shadows around her grew in the lamp light, and eventually she walked off toward the lifts. Again the door swung open in front of her, and again the massive array of buttons beckoned. She pressed the button to level one, and waited patiently as the door shut and the lift lurched into life. The cracks in the door showed her the different levels as she went down and down.At the bottom level the traffic of arriving people had slowed and many of the people had already departed. She walked off into the streets heading toward the housing district. She'd sleep in her own bed tonight. Inside on level 48, a disgruntled Mr.Marcher was packing up his crates of conned willflits and sluths, and was getting ready for a flight to a different port. Forget the Scout, and forget Mr.Hoxter, They'll have to find supplies somewhere else. And without much of a word he unfurled the sails on his little supply ship and called her two deck hands to keep the wheel. walking across the deck he opened the door to the captain's quarters. He too would head to sleep. It'd been a long day. |
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