Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jul 3, 2007 11:58:18 GMT
As promised, Julian and Kenji finally made their way, somewhat less triumphantly than one would normally do, through the gates of Wolfenden. Jules immediatly picked up the vibes of a bustling tuder-esque town, down to the traditional style architecture of the houses and the myriad of fashions on display. And, of course, the range of exotic smells they had just discovered. 'This looks like the place.' Julian had now started to dry off a bit now they were free from the coverings of the trees and the sun could shine on him directly, but he still walked with an occasional squelch in his shoes, and he still shivered when a cloud passed over. 'Right', he began. 'First thing we need to do is ground ourselves - get some food, and more importantly a roof over our heads for the night. Let's take stock, shall we?' He patted his pockets, still missing his coat slightly, but at least consoled by the fact he hadn't kept a great deal of objects in his pocket. After a few seconds, he took out a small pouch which clinked promisingly. 'Learned from Quendor, I did. Now then, let's see... I count... 28 Zorkmids, a bar of silver, 16 altarian dollars, 8 groats, three firemarbles, and... something my Aunt gave me a while ago which I still haven't figured out what does yet.' Another pat, and Julian felt his fingers around something flat and metal. Handing the pouch to Kenji, he withdrew a familiar musical instrument. 'Well, if worst comes to worst, I still got my Harmonica' he grinned, and gave it a quick blow. It squeaked atonally briefly, as the reeds still retained some of their moisture from the lake, but after a few wavings around he managed to produce a very respectable C. ((OOC: Wanting to move this along a bit, I know we're a day behind events.))
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Ed Kenji
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Post by Ed Kenji on Jul 3, 2007 22:43:46 GMT
Kenji cringed as the warbled note pierced the air. That was the thing about the harmonica, it was such a humble instrument that it seemed universally playable but was in fact a device requiring some degree of skill. He recalled memories of his own harmonica which was currently gathering dust on his window sill back home.
Home.
"So, uh, I'm guessing we don't need to find very long term digs do we... I mean, we'll be out of here tomorrow, right? Home before Christmas, and all that?"
He cringed again, realising the horrible irony in the words that he had spoken. Still, this wasn't the time for pessimism or complacency. Kenji removed his jacket and handed it silently to Jules who held it up for Kenji to inspect. Holding the fabric taught with one hand, Kenji felt along the seam of the lining until he found the area where the stitching differed, and delved into the secret, near invisible pocket.
He wasn't really into modifying clothes, he wasn't a charity shopper or a hippie, but secret pockets were invaluable. He pulled out the contents and showed them to Jules.
"Let's see.. couple of gold watches.. they're no good here unless we can melt them. Prime Directive and all that," he shot Jules a wry grin. "A few old coins from the university... they won't pass for currency here but they're made of gold I think. What else... Ah! A few packets of salt from the cafe."
He brandished several of the paper sachets and smiled broadly.
"Worth its weight in gold!" he beamed coyly.
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jul 3, 2007 23:11:24 GMT
'Hmm. If you wanted to be truly revolutionary, you could have bought tartare sauce,' said Julian, unable to resist grinning.
'Well, this should give us something to start with, even if it's only for a night's stay at an Inn. I'm sure there's plenty of oppertunities to make a bit of money in this town. Just enough to get by of course, until we know we can get back.'
'Now then. Finding a place to stay... suppose we better start exploring this town.'
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Ed Kenji
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Post by Ed Kenji on Jul 4, 2007 0:07:45 GMT
"Might I suggest a gander at the nearest tavern or hostelry?" Kenji said, trying to sound as dignified and respectable as possible. Kenji wondered if Jules knew what exactly Kenji would be gandering at if they found a pub.
"We could probably acquire some 'hearty food' and they'd definitely have a room for the night," he charmed. Room. Room service. Serving wench? Sssh, he might work it out if you think it too loudly. Damn though, it had been a while since he'd seen a good old fashioned wench in the corset and bodice and everything. They needed only to come within the range where Kenji could inspect their hygiene to instantly become unattractive, but the pub offered the cosy alternative of watching from across a room... with beer...
Kenji jarred out of his reveries.
"So yes, any idea? We could ask people, or something, eh?" Kenji said too quickly, his face reddening.
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jul 4, 2007 16:41:57 GMT
"If your looking for information. Then I'm your best choice." *The voice came from there left, from with in a darkend doorway. Kenji and Julian could just make out a dim outline of a figure standing in it. There was the sound of a match strikeing and a flame flickerd into life. As it asended upwards it allowed the 2 travlers a fleeting glimps of the man holding it.* *His well manicured hands sujested someone of some meens but his face was weather beatern, sujesting someone who was from the lower end of the poverty and prosperity ladder. His eyes were black and lifels like a dolls. He lit the cigeret that dangled from the dagger slash of a mouth and then exsinguished the match once againbecomeing nothing more then a shadow.* "You see information is my buissnes gentelmen. My bread and butter you might say." [ModNote: Shadow Voice was last seen in A Shadowy Visit.]
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jul 4, 2007 21:42:44 GMT
Julian's interest was piqued, and yet there was something oddly sinister about the gentleman. He couldn't help but maintain the distance between them. Striding briskly into a dark alley inhabited by a shady stranger in an unfamiliar town would have made him a strong contender for a Darwin award.
'Your business is it, Mister...?' he queried, still trying to guage the possible intentions of the shadowy figure.
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jul 4, 2007 21:51:57 GMT
*The stranger blew some smoke in the direction of Kenji and Julian.*
"My name is un-important. But people tend to call me Shadow Voice."
"And like I say I'm a trader in Information."
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jul 4, 2007 22:03:34 GMT
'In which case, we are most fortunate in running into you, Mister... uh, Voice' said Julian, hoping that he was coming off as sincere. 'We certainly could use something in the way of finding our way around. As of now, we're looking for a safe place to eat and sleep for the night. Just as important, we need to know the accepted means of payment in these parts, and the best way for a stranger to come into the necessary amounts of said money to pay for one's room and board.'
'... if that is not too much to ask' he added hurridly, trying not to sound too overbearing.
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Ed Kenji
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Post by Ed Kenji on Jul 4, 2007 22:09:21 GMT
Kenji raised an eyebrow and tried to catch Julian's eye. Information seller? To two innocent looking bystanders? Kenji looked at his own attire, and it Julian's, and realised that they did somewhat stand out however Kenji was unconvinced.
"Not that we don't already know, of course. After all, we're not hopeless skins who you'd want to trick and then disembowel in the alleyway. We're streetwise and such."
He coughed.
"I don't suppose you know where the nearest approximation to the Watergate is, do you chap? We're just humble passers-by, after all. Friendly travellers. A benign influence in your marvellous city," he slimed, grinning cheesily and holding out his hands in what he hoped was a calming and trustable gesture.
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jul 4, 2007 22:18:32 GMT
*Shadow Voice regarde Kenji coldly.*
"A Sence of hummor never gose a miss in Wolfenden. Though I can't say the saem for the rest of the realm."
*Turning back to Julian.*
"The Wolfs Howl Inn is the main place of acomadation in Wolfenden. As for the means of payment as you put it."
"Gelp, silver and Gold tend to be the preferd means of payment in this realm...though batering can sometimes get you far espechialy if what your bartering is information."
*Laughs*
"Although from the ammount you need to know I can guess thats something you 2 are very short on."
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Julian Lapin
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jul 4, 2007 22:24:02 GMT
'Oh, there's plenty we know' said Julian, deciding that the man in the shadows meant them no obvious harm. 'Unfortunatly, most of it here would be on the whole useless.'
'I don't suppose you would happen to know if this realm of yours has a university, or some kind of major learning establishment? You could say that would be our element, so to speak.'
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jul 4, 2007 22:30:31 GMT
"It did. But it was closed due to strutrual integrity issues following a creture of some sort attaking it."
"Although one of the teachers from it has since set himself up as a Private tutor."
"He resides in The Wolfs Howl Inn."
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Ed Kenji
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Post by Ed Kenji on Jul 4, 2007 22:33:11 GMT
"I'm feeling a strong push for us to go to this Inn"
He turned back to the shadows.
"I don't suppose you chaps like salt here, do you? Any other Tudor-esque kingdom we've been to has gone mad for salt. Henry VIII's lot, didn't they rather like salt?"
He grinned weakly, feeling the hostility. Stop talking about salt, Kenji. Anything else. Just not salt. Kenji looked at his feet, then had an idea.
"Don't suppose you could tell a couple of tourists a bit more about ...Wolfenden? History, location.. ..year.. that sort of thing?" he looked into the shadows hopefully, then added under his breath, "Realm? Age?"
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Jul 4, 2007 22:41:54 GMT
"Your in the realm they call Knightmare or The Dungeon Realm. I belive we're in the 3rd century but then again this realm evelops so much of history and races its hard to say."
"There is curently....I suppose you could call it a civil war. Between The Powers That be from Dunnselhelm and The Opposition from The Great Mire and Mablehead and has been for as long as anyone can remember."
"Those un-afflilated are known as those of The Grey. Wolfenden is the biggest village and tradeing place in the realm and resides in the area of Dunselhelm. Others inclued the mining comunity of Silverden and the small hamlet of Warlock."
"Other kingdoms inclued Winteria, The Great Mire, The Firelands & Grimdale."
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Post by Ed Kenji on Jul 7, 2007 18:51:54 GMT
"Knightmare?" he blinked. "Dungeon? Sounds charming, nice place for a holiday."
Kenji stared blankly into the shadows, trying to assimilate the jumble of strange sounding names and inexplicable locations.
"So... we're in Dunselhelm... and at war with this Mire place, and Marblehead? Gosh."
Kenji picked nervously at a loose thread on his jacket, not sure of how to follow his gauche statement.
"In your travels have you ever encountered other people like.. us? People who didn't know what was going on... you know.. outsiders? People who just... turn up in the forest and walk into town?" he smiled awkwardly. This was ridiculous, what did he want, some kind of red shoes to tap together?
He kept smiling, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
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