Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jun 25, 2018 19:30:35 GMT -6
It was Belinda’s turn in the archive room. Few visitors made their way to this section of the archives. A specific section reserved for the assessment and observations of peculiar items. The “curio’s corner” as it had been dubbed by the staff and students. The Nabatan Acedemia mostly functions as a school, but it does have it’s own dedicated wing for all things historical. Though most folk would bring in all manner of trinket or pottery they obtained from the sands. Or sometimes a trader would come in peddling some sort of “artefact” in the attempt to swindle some money off of the school. Those who worked the wing needed to have a fine eye for detail and an understanding for all things historic. Bel was trained to have both of those talents, like all the staff who worked the wing.
The archeology department in Acedemia toggled between being understaffed or overstaffed, depending on the season. This month was an understaffed one and Bel didn’t mind it one bit. She loved it when she had some free time for herself, and had the potential to get paid for it. It gave her an opportunity to catch up on some severely neglected reading.
She sat at one table to the right corner of the room. Her back was towards the window. The arabesque, lightly curtained, window let in the Nabatan sunlight. The sunlight illuminated the room and cast a bit of a glow around the young shaman. She had a small stack of books alongside her. Books that were devoted to mathematics and financial laws. She sat there without her typical black and white cloak draped over her shoulders. Instead, the cloak was folded neatly on the chair alongside her. The shamaness had a small platter near her. The large metal plate had a pitcher of fresh water as well as several cups. On the opposite side of the books, within arms reach, there was a little bowl filled with triangular pieces of crispy flat bread. Bel sat there in a relaxed position. Her chin was in her right hand and she had a book held up on the table with the other. The cover of the plain book gave the impression that it was devoted to the rotation and movement of the celestial bodies in the sky. But, in reality, the cover was just that. A cover. The book was a book that hid another book within it’s pages. What Bel was actually reading was a scandalous adventure novel. One that depicted the adventures of a handsome casanovva who traveled the world, wooed, and bed many women along the way. The book was horribly misogynistic from a literary perspective, but it’s raunchy descriptions of the cassanova’s conquests, kept her engaged in the story. It didn’t help that a vast majority of her acquaintances already read the book, and she was forced to keep herself out of their conversations.
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Post by Gar on Jul 12, 2018 12:22:29 GMT -6
Gar was still reluctant for some reason. He had travelled all the way to the academy in Nabata for the sole reason of showing his weapon to the academics. The captain had nothing against those who chose to enhance their minds rather than bodies, but he was wary. Smart people could be tricky, manipulative. There was no reason to assume that would be the case here. Perhaps all they really wanted was to document his weapon and the abilities within.
Gar travelled the streets alone, making his way to the academy. It wasn’t difficult to find. All he really had to do was follow all the robed people with glasses on their noses and books under their arms. He gazed at the building for a moment before entering. Xigshaw pulsed a glowing light. Magnificent isn’t it?
Aye, it sure is something. Gar entered and began questioning the staff as to where he should go. The curio’s corner which apparently was in a corner of the building. Gar made his way to a window in front of which sat a scholar. It took a moment for the captain to recognize the figure. She had claimed to be a scholar the night they met at the banquet. So it only made sense that she worked in the academy.
“Belinda. You look different outside of formal attire.” Gar was hardly one to talk. The difference between him in that stuffshirt lord attire and his free flowing captain’s coat was night and day. Gar smiled and took a seat. “ I guess you’re going to be taking a look at Xigshaw here.” Gar nodded toward the weapon on his shoulder.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jul 15, 2018 15:17:36 GMT -6
And so the cassanova was found guilty of his crimes and locked away in the dungeon. His Herculean arms were bound in thick chains. The scholar turned the page.
"Belinda. You look different outside of formal attire."
"Don't we all." She spoke. Indifferent to the comment of rare visitor in front of her. She glanced up from her book and took a look at the rugged fellow before her. She had a soft smile on her face as she quietly pulled a book mark from the back of the book. She marked her place in the book and closed it. She cleared her throat and formally addressed her client.
"It's a pleasure to see you again." She meant that genuinely. The ball in Lycia felt like an eternity ago. She recalled Cid's mannerisms to be atrocius. And their were some painful exchanges between her and her former sister. But, that was all in the past now. She needed to focus on the present.
"Sorry for the curt comment. This section of the school rarely gets any visitors. And I tend to get a little lost in my books when down here by my lonesome." Bel wasn't actually alone. There was one other worker down here with her. But, like the shaman, he too was lost in his little world of literature.
"Oh, you've brought something to be examined." Right. That's what people do when they come here.
"Xigshaw?" Like a puzzle game? She glossed over at the captain's shoulders and saw the axe. She took a look at the table. The shamaness quickly cleared the table of the books.
"Well, then. Shall we start? Please place the object on the table."
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Post by Gar on Aug 2, 2018 3:12:23 GMT -6
Gar folded his arms across his chest. Apparently he had said something inappropriate. In his eyes he was complimenting Belinda. But that could've come across wrong. Wrong enough for Belinda to reply as if she were nonplussed. Still she claimed it was a pleasure to meet the pirate captain again. Gar grunted with squinted eyes. "Aye, a pleasure." He spoke with a noticeable tinge in his voice.
Gar sat in his seat with Xigshaw slung over one shoulder. He listened as Belinda apologized for her short comment toward him. He heard it and he believed it. So he relaxed his posture a little. Then the lady in front of Gar asked for him to place his weapon on the table.
The captain smirked. He was going to cut through the chase. Belinda didn't seem like the type to play around with pleasantries. "Oh. Hahar. Did you think I'd give this information for free?" Gar had other designs in mind. "You have plenty of books here right? How about I give you some intel about magic weapons and I get info about naval warfare. Particularly anything by... let's say past Etrurian Naval officers." Gar's magic weapon for the academy's naval warfare. They say curiosity kills a captain, but Gar would be a fool to simply hand over his weapon with nothing to gain. And his mother didn't raise a fool. This much would be a deal between a captain and an academy.
But the deal could be so much better. The captain leaned forward slightly and raised an eyebrow. He spoke in a hushed tone. "I'd prefer you didn't run it by any higher ups either. If you can keep this all quiet I'd owe you a favor on top of all that. What do you say?" Gar leaned back into his seat and reached for Xigshaw, as if the side deal hadn't existed.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Aug 3, 2018 19:53:26 GMT -6
"Oh?" She looked at the sailor with a slightly surprised expression. Her demeanor remained mostly stoic, save for the eyebrows. Those went up a considerable amount of centimeters up her forehead. Now that was unexpected, she didn't expect the sailor to make a simple appraisal difficult. After all most folk who walk in through these doors with some sort of rare artifact are those looking to make a quick buck. The school pays little for such discoveries but in this harsh landscape a little can mean the difference between life and death. She quickly composed herself and put the plate of refreshment's back down on the table.
"Terribly sorry. I was under the impression that you understood how.. the school is willing to compensate you for your troubles of travelling here. Never mind that." She raised a her hand onto her bottom lip. She made a slight fist and let the index joint of her finger rest upon her bottom lip. It gave her a slight pout. She then she put her hand down.
"I should have expected this upon your arrival. Well.." She took a seat.
"I can grant you access to the books you seek. But, there are caveats, I must be with you as you read. The library's used to be.. free to the public. But, a string of thefts has ruined that opportunity for the masses. The books cannot leave the buildings that they are housed in. You are welcome to write your own notes in what journal you bring. People.. will naturally start to question why.. someone of your.." Ilk? Stature? Condition?
"Quality." That sounded less mean in her head. She cleared her throat.
"Would be hanging around academia for.. such an extended amount of time. You will have to play along with whatever little white lie I happen to come up with." She smirked ever so slightly at that last bit. The most obvious lie would be body guard but she wanted him to toy with the idea for a bit.
"I can make no guarantees with the actions of my superiors. While it's true, that I won't go to my higher ups for this" She gestured to herself.
"I cannot speak the same for my colleagues. Though, I'm sure most won't care too much, provided you don't make any sort of fuss. In return you are to tell me the name, nature, acquirement, conditions, magical properties, and story behind Xigshaw. As well.. as allow me to preform a proper evaluation, record, and study of Xigshaw to be archived." She paused for a moment.
"And dinner." She said all of that in a professional manner.
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Post by Gar on Aug 7, 2018 1:16:06 GMT -6
It seemed as if things were going to work out nicely. Of course, there would be conditions, complications. That only made sense. There was no reason why Belinda would risk her position as an appraisal artist for Gar’s sake. Academics held themselves to a higher standard. That is, unless they had something to gain.
Gar could gain access to the information he desired, but he would have to remain in eyeshot of Belinda. Apparently, the academy had experienced a few thefts which led them to be stricter with their books. No access for the masses? That is highly unacceptable. Thievery or not, it should be every being’s right to…
June please.
Gar found it easy to meet the several caveats for his requests. He held his captain’s log in the small satchel that hanged off his hip. Perfect for note taking. Belinda continued to explain her reasoning, eventually bring up Gar’s quality.
Quality. Heh. That word stung enough to briefly register on his face. It was more what the word implied. Gar was indeed a pirate, a captain of pirates even. But he had carried himself differently than many of the seafarers he associated with. He spoke correctly, he knew his letters and numbers well enough. He just hadn’t considered how people thought of his intellectual ability. At least, not for a while.
Intelligent for a pirate doesn’t entirely mean intelligent. Gar managed to shrug off the slight. He placed Xiqshaw on the table. The table creaked under the axe’s weight. It seemed as if the table legs could buckle at any moment. He still wanted the information he came for. Apparently, he’d also have to play along if a supervisor started asking around. That was no big issue. He could pretend to be a merchant providing trade numbers like his father would. But maybe no one would buy that. The time for the appraisal began.
Gar didn’t know exactly what each question meant, but he answered each in what he thought was an appropriate manner. Either he did that or he played dumb. “Name: Xigshaw. Nature: Holy Axe.” Things quickly became less straightforward. “Acquirement: Through battle with a cyclops. Conditions: Only fights when it wants to prove itself or slay the corrupt. Magical properties: Strength boost and Lux magic.” There was more to say on each of the points that Gar had answered. Especially the final one. “Story: I’ll keep it brief, Xigshaw houses a holy spirit named Junzentaru. The transfer happened when the cyclops shattered the spirit’s previous form. There might be more spirits in there. I am only attuned to June though.” Gar shifted. Hopefully that was enough of a story to warrant the informational trade.
Then Belinda came up with one final request. This one managed to put a smile back on Gar’s face. Belinda apparently aimed to cash in the favor sooner than Gar had anticipated. He tried his best to suppress a blush and play it cool.
“I'll have to look up some restaurants that could suit someone of your quality.” Gar raised a playful eyebrow.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Aug 8, 2018 18:31:34 GMT -6
The shaman listened to the captian's response quietly. She didn't show it much on her face, but there were subtle signs in her body language that showed interest. Her legs were crossed, there was a slight tilt to her head, as she kept her focus on the sailor. She noticed the slight twang in his face when she mentioned the word quality. She'd have to find a better synonym for the word later. What was done was done. And it seemed that the captain agreed to her terms, as he put the weapon on the table. Bel barely had enough time to react to what was happening. She swiftly scooped up the plate and pitcher of refreshments. She held each in one hand and held her arms out towards her sides. She pulled herself back from the table. The wooden table let out a series of creaks, she was certain the wood wouldn't be able to handle the mass of the metal.
And then he started speaking about the weapon. Much to her surprise. He didn't even mention he'd agreed to the deal prior to blurting out the details about the axe. And she was caught off guard! Again! She didn't even have the log book with her!
"Oh. Oh. I did not think you'd get to the point so quickly!" She got up. Her hands were still held up towards her sides. Her poker face broken by a blush of embarrassment.
"I am ill prepared." She cleared her throat again.
"Excuse me. I must get the log, some quill, and ink. Please do not go anywhere." She quickly went away from the desk. Gar could easily see where she was going. There was another desk towards the door. A long one. One that was meant to keep the greeter of the room contained, as the guests signed their name on the ledger. Bel took a few steps behind that desk. She put the pitcher of water and tray of naan on that desk. Then she walked off into an open door. A closet of sorts. There was a shuffling of papers, a slight clang of jars, and a then a large thud. Followed by an audible disgruntled sigh.
After a bit she returned to the table. She dragged a spare chair towards her with her foot. She carefully put the instruments of her examination on the chair. A magnifying glass, a ruler, a small metal rod, an ink bottle, paper, and another book. Sat down in her original chair, opened the log, and began writing. She was fortunate her tutors taught her well. She didn't need Gar to repeat what he had said previously. Although she had to take a guess if Xigshaw started with an X or a Z. She decided to use the letter X.
"You do not need to worry about where to take me. I will be taking us there." She glanced at Gar.
"And do try to relax. I can budget my tastes to suit your wallet."
"Fascinating." She blew on the pages of to dry the ink faster. Something about the name Junezentaru was clawing at the back of her head.
"I'd like to discuss the story of it's possession to you.. off the record of course." She put the book down on a what little of the bare table remained. Then she picked up the ruler.
"Permission to touch and take measurements?"
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Post by Gar on Sept 29, 2018 0:55:10 GMT -6
Gar started speaking before Belinda was ready to record his words. She moved and returned in a moment. Gar raised an eyebrow but somehow, she was skilled enough to recall all that he had said. She didn’t miss a beat as she began writing words into the archive’s log book. Gar finished speaking of his weapon and it’s abilities. He knew he was putting himself at risk by archiving the abilities of his weapons, but he was gaining a major advantage as well. As long as Belinda held up her side of the deal.
The purple haired appraisal artist asked to touch and measure Xigshaw. That wasn’t a problem. If things proceeded in June’s desired way, the vessel would change soon. More sanctified. Gar shrugged. “Do what you must. Just...” The berserker focused his eyes on his weapon. “Please be careful.”
Gar rose from the table and walked directly toward the books he was interested in. He had checked one of the books out before. It was a shipbuilder's guide. He subtly placed it in his satchel. Then, he grabbed a second book, a thin memoir of an Etrurian naval officer. He placed that book under his coat. Gar looked to the door briefly. Then he grabbed a third book and brought it back to the table. This book was useful but not important. It was mostly a misdirect in case someone happened to be watching him.
Gar sat across from Belinda and emphatically tapped the decoy book. He looked Belinda in the eyes.
“So once you’re finished, I’ll tell you more. Off the record.”
Gar reached and returned Xig to the latch on his back. I am no one’s bargaining chip. You had better make something of this. We don't need espionage to beat our enemies. Gar ignored his weapon’s voice.
Gar leaned close, so Belinda could hear him even though he spoke quietly. “For what it’s worth. I think you got to the point before I did… What restaurant do you like?”
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Oct 14, 2018 17:33:19 GMT -6
With Gar's Blessing the scholar went about her business in collecting Xigshaw's information. She placed the ruler on the base of Xigshaw's blade and counted the amount of ruler lengths needed to reach the base of the hilt. She wrote down the measurements in the book and proceeded to measure width, thickness, and a rough estimate of blade sharpness. She used the measurements to calculate an estimate for the weight. As she worked she seemed to look almost happy. She felt like a little kid with a new toy. She looked up at Gar who at this point wandered off towards one of the shelves lined with nautical books. Seems that he knows his way around. Curious..
Belinda put the ruler down and ran her finger along the blunt edge of Xigshaw's blade. She stopped her fingers towards the center of Xigshaw's massive blade. She gave it a small tap with her finger and listened to the noise.
"Hmm.. silver alloy, perhaps? Of course.. the magnetic rock is missing from the kit. Note to self. Request several replacements." She closed her eyes for a moment. Such a strange sensation. She pulled her fingers away from the metal quickly. She opened her eyes again and looked at the residue on her fingers.
"Difficult to determine with true accuracy.. with out taking a sample." She looked at the blade. She pouted and shook her head. She grabbed small cloth and wiped her fingers clean.
"Rough estimate of age.. at least four decades." She spoke as she wrote. She leaned down and focused on Xigshaw's handle.
"Semi modified handle. I imagine for better grip." She took a seat back down on her chair. She created a rough estimate of Xigshaw's shape and likeness. It was at this point she notice Gar's return. She looked up at him.
"I wish your blade could talk to me, it would make my job easier. I'm forced to make some.. educated guesses." She showed Gar her notes.
"I enjoy places that sell good cheese, wine, and fine meats. Though, I know a good pub that sells an a superb fish stew and fried fish. If that be more your taste...and budget."
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Post by Gar on Nov 1, 2018 4:59:40 GMT -6
Belinda expressed her interest in hearing June’s voice herself. “Be thankful you can’t hear June, Hahar. Every other sentence is a lecture.” The weapon responded as Gar had anticipated. Are you intending to annoy me? Or is it rather a consequence of your tactlessness? Gar smirked. He had grown accustomed to June’s lectures. He expected them. Maybe a part of him enjoyed them and took them to heart. Maybe.
Now, it seemed he had a choice between a fancy restaurant and typical pub fare. He ate at pubs and inns almost every time he ate on land. Maybe it was time for a change of pace. He didn’t typically dine with fancy folk, only on rare occasion. However, he was indebted to Belinda, so it was her decision. So long as, the place had some type of meat to eat, Gar would be happy. “Cheese, wine and fine meats it is. You’ve earned it. ” He wasn’t concerned with the budget aspect. He had a nice operation set up. Between the fully legitimate mine near his fort and his not so legitimate fleet sailing the seas for plunder, he wasn’t strapped for coin.
Gar stood from his seat. “So should we get to it?” Gar paused for a moment before he realized that Belinda was still working. “Ah, you probably have to finish your shift here huh?” Gar scratched his scruff. He was deciding if he should leave and return or if he should simply hang around and wait. He figured it all depended on when Belinda was finished with her business. Gar made a face as he lightly gripped and examined his coat. He would also probably have to exchange his captain’s coat for something more, appropriate.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Nov 2, 2018 17:07:35 GMT -6
Bel chuckled lightly at Gar's retort about lectures. One had to get used to the constant lectures when you work in a school or museum such as this. She almost offered a retort but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. She quietly packed up her materials and set them aside.
"I appreciate your willingness to eat fine food. But, to be honest I would like the pub fair. Fancy foods are a delicacy. Which means they have the finest of flavors with the smallest of portions." She let out a soft sigh. Her child self would have been shocked at the state of things.
"And I like to eat." She spoke as she got up. Her clothes and body spoke for her. Unlike most of the students around here she wasn't a walking sack of skin and bone. She actually had some curves to her body. Some of those curves caused by indulging a bit too much on certain yummy goods.
"Eager to get to it then?" She spoke in a slightly coy manner.
"Shame it will have to wait. Excuse me." She dismissed herself from the table momentarily. She went back to the main desk and put the supplies away. She took a look at the work ledger and confirmed she was stuck here for another few hours. Phil is always late. Betty is out sick. She returned to Gar.
"You are correct. I do need to finish my shift. You are welcome to stay and pull any book you need. Take advantage of the fact that I am here to guide you around the vast halls of books. Or come back later. I'll be done here by the third hour." She gathered the books she had set aside earlier. She put one back on the table where she sat and threw the others onto a library cart.
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Post by Gar on Nov 8, 2018 18:23:47 GMT -6
Gar offered to go down the fancy eating route, but Belinda settled on pub fair. “Fantastic. I won’t have to change hahar.” The captain waited as Belinda excused herself to check on the academy’s schedule. June took the opportunity to converse. Could you enlighten me as to what you intend to do with this newfound information? Gar responded in thought.
That’s a good one June. Me enlightening you for once. Gar laughed to himself. He was about to actually answer June’s inquiry, but Belinda was returning. Seems as though your explanation will have to wait. Gar nodded slightly in response to June. He directed his attention to Belinda.
Gar rolled his neck. It looked like he would have to return in a few hours to catch up with Belinda. On the bright side, it gave the captain time to see if Aeos’ parents were still in town. Gar wanted to pay them a visit even if their son wasn’t around. He knew the duo was nomadic though, so there was a possibility that they wouldn’t be present.
“Fair enough, I’ll be back by the third hour.” Gar turned on his heels and began heading toward the exit. He turned back over his shoulder with a smile. “I’ll see you then.” Gar exited the academy and looked to the sky. He tried to judge how much time he had to kill. Between dropping some literature off at his ship and walking to Aeos’ parent’s place, he’d probably be back around the right time.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Nov 10, 2018 20:06:40 GMT -6
Bel watched as Gar left the library. She took a moment to collect her thoughts about what transpired then proceed to go to work. She filled out the requisite paperwork needed to get Xigshaw data, into the archives. After that she went about putting away the remaining books. She may or may not have rolled herself around the library on the book cart a few times. The library was empty around this time of day due to the classes being taught. She spent what was left of her time writing working on her account report. The trips to Lycia aren't free. While her employment in the academy is enough to not have her homeless, she really needed to squeeze everything she could out of each coin spent. The shaman knew she could sell some sort of trinket she had lying around her home. But, she knew she couldn't keep relying on that. Some day she will run out of trinkets to sell and then what?
“Moonlighting as a guard might work again.. but..” She tapped the quill tip to her mouth and then shook her head. Her thoughts then turned towards the other things she needed to do for the day. As much as she would have liked to spend the whole evening at the pub, she knew she needed to get some housework done. She'd been away from her flat for weeks now. And while she did a light bit of cleaning when she arrived there was still some more work that needed to be done. Not to mention she needed to buy food. The flour, dried meats, and spices she had before leaving turned to rot. That left a funk in her flat that refused to go away. At least the visit to the pub cut through the market so she could kill two birds with one stone.
When the ink was good and dry she turned in her report, and checked out for the day. She shared some small talk with her replacement. She still had about a half hour to spare at this point. So, she decided to sit by the windows of the grand entrance hall and enjoy the view of the world outside.
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Post by Gar on Dec 5, 2018 9:54:13 GMT -6
Gar had some type of pep in his step and a dumb grin that he kept trying to stifle. Things couldn’t have gone better at the academy. The captain had gained the information he had come for and all he had to do in return was give them some information about his axe. That, and spend some time with the archivist. It was not a bad price to pay at all. What were the chances that it would be Bel from that banquet? I’m glad we got along well enough. I should probably think of something to talk about when I see her again. She wanted to hear more about June right? June replied to Gar’s thoughts. The lady is a true scholar. I appreciate that. Typical June. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem like much of a fighter though. That last part must’ve been Xig talking.
Gar was caught up in his own thoughts that he missed a turn. He kept walking into an unfamiliar part of town. Gar stopped in his tracks once he realized he didn’t know where he was. He asked a friendly shopkeeper to point him in the direction of the docks. Gar thanked the shopkeeper with a friendly smile and made his way back to his ship.
The captain greeted his crew with some good news and retreated into his quarters. There was a lockbox in his room. Gar placed the literature in the box and locked it. He would need to do some reading later. Gar was looking forward to that. He pulled on the lock a couple times to test that it was truly locked, then he tapped the lid.
With that, Gar was off again. This time he was headed north to see if Aeos’ parents were in town. With any luck the pair would be in the same place as they were when Aeos first introduced them all. In time, Gar entered the area through the slums of the city. When he reached the shack, Gar noticed rugs on the floor and curtains above the windows. That was a good sign that he was in luck.
Gar knocked on the door and waited for a response. A large man answered the door. Gar had forgotten how tall Yasin was. Joury was seated on a cushion behind him. Gar happily greeted them, explaining that Aeos wasn’t with him but he still wanted to drop by since he was in town. They shared a glass of tea with their copper tea set. The sight reminded him that the fancy armband that they had once crafted him had grown too small. Or perhaps Gar’s arm had grown too large. Apparently, that was a simple fix for metal workers. They had it all sorted out before Gar made his was out.
This was just an all-around good day. Gar put him armband back in its previous position on his bicep. He thanked Joury and Yasin before he departed. The captain made his way back toward the academy. Gar looked at the sun, trying to gauge if he was on time. Once he arrived he waited in front of the academy.
Initially, Gar folded his arms across his chest. However, he didn’t like the body language, so he dropped his arms to his sides. He smirked to himself, not knowing what to do with his arms as he waited.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Dec 29, 2018 21:10:57 GMT -6
Bel enjoyed her view. She watched as the people passed in and out of the Akedemic gates. Many of whom wore hoods to protect their heads from the harsh sun. She heard some students laughing over a joke. Another student was huddled in a shady area enjoying some lunch. She didn't blame them for wanting to take a break from the stuffy confines of the the school. She spotted Gar. It amazed her to see him, dressed so casually in the harsh sunlight. Though now that she thought about it, Cid dressed in a similar fashion. He had no fear of the sun and it's harsh light. She wished she had that ability. But, her pale skin almost always grew red when exposed to too much sunlight. The shamaness gave a quick check of her belongings. She threw on her yin-yang inspired cloak and clipped it closed. She made a mental note to herself to check the library for any new books on what she dubbed the philosophy of balance. Then she went out to meet the captain.
"Welcome back. Nice armband." She greeted. Her face was sort of obscured thanks to the cloak. So she tilted her head up so that Gar could see her face.
"Ready to go? The pub is near the docks. It's called Oasis. Mostly due to it's ability to quench the thirst of weary travelers, with it's mediocre, but affordable mead." Bel was known in Oasis. She frequented it often not for it's questionable preservation of mead but rather for it's lunch specials. Usually, it was some sort of meal derived from whatever catch the fishermen brought in for the day. But, on days when the markets were restocked with various produce they would make other meals. Her favorite so far had been the gnocchi. Light pillows of starchy heaven, bathed in whatever light sauce they happened to have on hand.
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