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genessia2017-05-02 09:18 am
legendaryoutlawstar_lord) wrote in genessia2017-05-02 09:18 am
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[002] Action/Video - Freelancing
Action: Price Shopping in Fayren
Peter had to give it to this place, the Decontamination Walkthrough that had been installed was a lot more pleasant than the orange slop that had serve the same purpose in the Kyln. The fact that it didn't leave him looking like he had a really bad fake tan was a plus too.
For now, he wasn't paying too much attention to the Archway itself - though he knew he would have to eventually. There would, presumably, be more time for that after he was back - and there were more cities, some of which weren't currently undergoing plagues and decontamination.
It was evident - really, really, evident - that Fayren and Genessia didn't quite match up. It was too rural to be that close - and then there was the Archway.
Still, he made his way into the town, asking anyone who looked friendly enough where he might be able to go to get some estimates on custom horse tack.
He had his mask on - better safe than sorry, whatever they'd said about the plague only effecting magic users.
[After] Video - Private (Toinquisitor_lavellan
[He still has the helmet on, though he's back in Genessia with a few prices jotted down in his notebook with his complimentary pen.]
Hey, Alley? Got some estimates for you. You two still at the park?
Peter had to give it to this place, the Decontamination Walkthrough that had been installed was a lot more pleasant than the orange slop that had serve the same purpose in the Kyln. The fact that it didn't leave him looking like he had a really bad fake tan was a plus too.
For now, he wasn't paying too much attention to the Archway itself - though he knew he would have to eventually. There would, presumably, be more time for that after he was back - and there were more cities, some of which weren't currently undergoing plagues and decontamination.
It was evident - really, really, evident - that Fayren and Genessia didn't quite match up. It was too rural to be that close - and then there was the Archway.
Still, he made his way into the town, asking anyone who looked friendly enough where he might be able to go to get some estimates on custom horse tack.
He had his mask on - better safe than sorry, whatever they'd said about the plague only effecting magic users.
[After] Video - Private (To
inquisitor_lavellan[He still has the helmet on, though he's back in Genessia with a few prices jotted down in his notebook with his complimentary pen.]
Hey, Alley? Got some estimates for you. You two still at the park?
re: private video
[He wasn't really looking forward to fighting with a map.]
Be right there.
[Carefully, he noted, watching Jethro run in the background before shutting off the video.]
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"This time try not to go all 'defend the Inquisitor' on me, alright buddy?" Alley knew the spirit could at least somewhat understand her... and if it understood less than she thought it could, well, at least her calm tone would help. Just like with a regular horse, that.
But, better for him not to be all riled up and galloping around in the grass when the human showed back up again.
"You can't charge at everyone we meet. You didn't do this on Thedas... just jittery, are we? There we go, just relax."
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Not to mention that he wasn't interested in getting a tetanus shot.
"Got your stuff here," Peter told her once he was close enough in lieu of a greeting. He smiled welcomingly enough as he pulled the notebook out of his pocket and flipped it to the right page, holding that page out to face her.
"Can you make sense of my writing or do you want me to read it out?"
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She peered at the notebook, and grunted. "Better than Sera's chicken-scratch."
Alley... you can't hold a quill, shush.
"That second one looks most likely." And most likely to not be a total nightmare for her to dig out of her cash on hand, the estimate being a number she can fill with fewer bills with larger denominations. With a final pat to Jethro's exposed nose-bone, the Inquisitor dug into her sash for the cash she had on her, struggling a bit to pull out the right amount, plus the agreed-on 'courier fee'.
Her fingers, tipped in sharp metal as they were, still didn't... move quite right. It couldn't all be the gauntlet. Nor the visible tremors, as she tried to manipulate something as small as a few small pieces of paper with rough success.
Alleyana rather missed coinage. Gold, silver, and copper, was a lot easier to just pluck at with the tips of her gauntlets without having to use too much of that fine motor control that was missing.
But, she got it done, tucked the rest away, and held out the amount.
There was a chance, of course, that the human was simply going to run off with all of the money.
And that was fine, if he was foolish enough to burn bridges while wanting to play freelancer. Not that she was likely to have much in the way of 'jobs' for him anyway.
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"I can do that," Peter told her with an easy smile, proceeding to count the money out himself. "Trust but verify," he explained with a brief shrug, putting his amount aside in one pocket, and the payment in another. It would make it easier once he was there. "I'll make sure I get you some kind of receipt. Might just send a picture, that cool?"
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"A picture's fine, yeah," the Inquisitor absently reached up to pat Jethro's nose again, and the bog mummy nibbled very slightly on the gauntlet of her hand. Wasn't like he was going to get cut, now was it?
"I just want to be able to exercise this lunatic properly sooner rather than later. Should keep down on the charging incidents, too."
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It was still kind of hard to look away from, but hey, he was getting used to it.
"Oh. Almost forgot, you needed some kind of armor after for Trigger here, right? Kept an eye and an ear out, and it sounds like Fawn's the best at making that stuff. Didn't ask about horses, but it could be a place to start - and you look pretty big on armor yourself." He had said he'd look and he had. She was being generous and it didn't hurt to try to be helpful. Most of the time.
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"No clue," he admitted. "But I'm gonna go make your order. Shoot you that receipt later."
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She does pretty good in a fire.
Alleyana grunts a confirmation at that, and focuses on shoving Jethro off with her bar-arm when the undead horse starts trying to 'sniff' at pockets she doesn't even have. Look, buddy, you don't even eat, treats or otherwise, why would she be carrying anything--
"He's supposedly possessed by a spirit of Freedom. Means lots of running. And being a prat, apparently."
But she's not going to keep the human waiting, that's just a comment for the sake of it.
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He was a decent whistler - no Yondu, sure, but hey, he'd learned what he could. Mostly, he had started out figuring that if he could get control of Yondu's arrow, he could... Go home, at the time. Take over? Something. He had practiced in pretty near secret, though it turned out Yondu had known and found the whole thing hilarious.
Yeah, sure, now he knew that pink would-be mohawk wasn't part of him, but was part of the arrow's control. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time.
But that was a long time ago, and right now he was just going to make his way to his destination before they closed with any luck so he could get that order in.