[002] Action/Video - Freelancing

[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

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 (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?

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[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

Peter turned the book back to face him, looking down to review what the second choice had been while she got out the money. He remembered it - wouldn't have said good thing about his retention if he didn't, like an hour later. Once she was ready with the money he shoved the notebook back into his pocket, reaching up with a quick hand to turn his helmet back off before actually taking it.

"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?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley was hardly offended, considering her background. She'd have done the same, including splitting her payment so the crafter at the end of the chain wouldn't know her cut.

"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."

[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

"Keeping down on charging incidents would probably be pretty good." Understatement, Peter thought, but hey. He had dealt with way more ornery things than the un-dead horse.

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.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I doubt anyone here works with dragonbone," Alleyana tapped a pointy metal fingertip against her own breastplate. The sound was metallic, but... off. "But I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

Dragonbone probably, Peter figured, didn't really mean the bones of a dragon. But he wanted to believe, because that sounded awesome and he was just a little bit impressed.

"No clue," he admitted. "But I'm gonna go make your order. Shoot you that receipt later."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

It's totally actual dragon bones. And dragon skin, for the leather. And dragon wing webbing, anywhere there's any cloth.

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.

[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

"Fun fact," Peter commented with a nod, not sure what else to do with that information. With that, and a brief wave, he moved to walk away - starting to whistle the song that was currently stuck in his head.

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.