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video, un: hexadin
Hi, ah.
[ Awkward fingergun for you, network. ]
Quick question, the reason for it will sound obvious given recent events. [ ie: that giantass flood that ruined everyone's homes. ] Does anybody here own any of the ships docked in the port about a ten minute walk above the Crystal Beach? Specifically, the large galleon. I know a few are owned by companies and the other dock is strictly for Lunar Knights, but I'm looking to make a purchase or strike a deal for that ship in particular.
I'm Fjord. Thanks ... for your time.
[ Awkward fingergun for you, network. ]
Quick question, the reason for it will sound obvious given recent events. [ ie: that giantass flood that ruined everyone's homes. ] Does anybody here own any of the ships docked in the port about a ten minute walk above the Crystal Beach? Specifically, the large galleon. I know a few are owned by companies and the other dock is strictly for Lunar Knights, but I'm looking to make a purchase or strike a deal for that ship in particular.
I'm Fjord. Thanks ... for your time.
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[She thinks for another moment, clearly trying to avoid any scenarios where they'd have to steal shit...and then snaps her fingers.]
How about a stakeout?
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[ That's some dumbass shit though, he's in. ]
A stakeout of a stationary ship, sounds like nothing could go wrong with that. [ But first, ] This isn't my first rodeo, we're need snacks. Especially if the plan changes. Plans can do that.
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Absolutely nothing. [This is a perfectly sound plan.] Snacks are a good idea, buuuuut they can't make too much noise if we're planning to be sneaky.
[She says sneaky like the thought is more exciting than anything else right now.]
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There's nothing to say we would need to be undercover for a stakeout. [ Ooo, idea ... ] What if we took a picnic down to the pier? It wouldn't look strange to see two people having a romantic meal in this city, we'd probably be even more inconspicuous that way. Not that it would actually be romantic, of course.
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Well well! Aren't we forward.
[It's not a no. It's actually a pretty good idea, but you can't get this shit past Sypha without some requisite teasing. Of course it wouldn't actually be a romantic picnic with a pretty Speaker woman. Who would ever have that idea?]
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No, no, no! Just food! Food and a lovely, ah, very beautiful woman is the best cover of all. I didn't mean we would be on ... some sort of ... date? I mean, I'd ask if I wanted ...
[ Ahem. ]
It's an un-undercover stakeout. Of a ship.
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Sure! Sure, just food. Food for our undercover picnic stakeout.
[Why not. She'll entertain this. She mimes wiping a tear away from her eye, breathing settling back into her normal rhythm.]
But I'm paying. Okay?
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[ What is pride anyway around this woman. ]
I'll bring something. Do you drink?
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[A little mean, by her standards, but said with the same cheeky energy as always. Leave your pride at the door.]
I do. Ale, if you have any lying around, but I won't be picky.
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[ Ale. She's got perfect taste. ]
I think I can manage that.
Thank you for helping me with this, Sypha. I really appreciate it. After we lost our house I'm ... eager to find somewhere safe to keep my family.
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[Any coyness in her tone and in her expression immediately fades into the aether. Back up a minute.]
You lost your house?
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[ Oops. ]
One of my friends from home has been here the longest and he set down roots in a particular house, with someone he fell in love with. It became a haven for our people as they came and went, a hub of memories.
The flood trashed it completely. It may be weeks or even months before it's back to the way it was.
[ It's a sad wreck to walk through. Molly is broken-hearted more than anyone, more desperate to fix it with no way to do so. But Fjord ... ]
I have sailing experience, I grew up at sea and this one isn't so different. If I can fix up that ship, I can give us somewhere to run if there's another catastrophe, and maybe it'll sink too or it's a bad idea, but it's the best one I've got.
I have to do something, Sypha.
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But that's the way her thoughts run, in the direction of how she can help. He talks about it so casually, like it doesn't hurt him when it clearly does. He cares. He's broke and houseless, clearly without any money to strike a deal for the ship as he claimed, but he cares, and he's not giving up. She doesn't think that's stupid. In a way, she recognizes it.]
...I don't think it's a bad idea at all. You're doing the best you can to help your people. You're trying to give them a home again.
How many of you are there? Where are you staying?
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[ He's used to digging his heels in to mend things, even if he doesn't necessarily have the Mending spell. ]
It's coming along, this week I blocked all the holes in the roof with driftwood.
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Still, though. It's a relief, knowing all five of them aren't just out on the street. In the end, even if she knows the physical space of home is important to other people, what really matters is that his friends are all okay.
...Maybe this is presumptuous to offer, maybe not, but she'd much rather take the chance then leave him wanting in this moment. Her smile returns, softer but ]
Well, we'd best get you your ship, then! It sounds like we don't have any time to waste.
And...if the space you have is ever too crowded, my couch is your couch. It isn't much, but Speakers help people however we may.
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[ He clears his throat again, sitting up from where he's slumped during the conversation. ]
I'd like to ask you more about being a Speaker at our stakeout. Is tonight convenient?
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Of course! Text me what you'd like at our picnic. It looks like I'll have some shopping to do.
[Sanguis is certainly going to make this interesting. Maybe she'll smell whoever owns this god damn boat. Shiver.]
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[ He waves as he signs off, feeling uncertain what he just got himself into but excited to see what the evening holds. Texting Sypha that he likes meat in particular but anything works if that's too expensive, he turns up at the arranged spot and time with a blanket tossed over his shoulder like a second cape, only this one is red and white wool with tassels. He's still in his armour from home as he leans on the pier, since nothing seems certain after the flood and he doesn't want to be caught without protection from, say, giant sea monsters, and Fjord looks thoughtful as he stares at the creaky galleon docked a-ways off in the moonlight.
He also has a bottle of whiskey, since he couldn't find ale. ]
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Going out during Sanguis is still a bit uncomfortable for someone who's lived their life trying to not draw attention to herself. Her senses heightened and her new body parts bright and striking, she feels like a fish out of water in a crowd full of Prismals with shiny, flamboyant scales and feathers. Still, shop she does, showing up to the pier a few minutes after Fjord in a sleeveless black top and white floral culottes, waving from a distance.]
Hey! You made it.
[She hoists her backpack off her feathered shoulders and crouches down to rustle through it, curiously eyeing his armor.]
Dooooo you think our captain is going to duel you for his boat, or...
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Ah, yes ... [ He looks a little sheepish as he leads the way to the edge of a jetty that afford a clear view of the galleon a short distance away. ] These are my clothes from home, I fell out of the habit of wearing them in Lunatia but ever since the flood ...
[ Fjord spreads the blanket with a flick, taking a knee and offering Sypha a gentlemanly hand down. ]
I suppose I'm worried we'll be hit with another emergency out of nowhere.
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[A sailor and a soldier, then. A strange combination. It isn't often she sees seamen wearing heavy, sinking-prone armor out on the open ocean. Still, silly as it may seem to be out on a not-date looking ready for combat, she feels his concern as if it was her own, her features softening.]
Take a break. Have a picnic with me. And if anything does have the poor taste to attack our dinner, I can set them on fire with just a look.
[She takes his hand into her own, absolutely freezing one, settling down onto the blanket and starting to unpack and unwrap her bounty. Banh mi, some assorted fruit cups, a big, perpetually chilled bottle of lemonade. A toblerone, for some reason. She's not going to spare any expense or opportunity to help someone in need of some kindness.]
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[ He winces as her freezing hand slips into his and sits up straighter, bringing his other hand over to rub hers as she unpacks the food with a free one. ]
Are you sure you don't need my cloak?
[ He'll happily part with it! ]