Post by duck on Apr 21, 2014 21:01:40 GMT
The sun was shining down over the area of London. It had been a while since he had moved down here, although he was extremely glad that he had. After all, the way that trade worked was that the more demand you had, the more precarious your supply is. So, when you're selling things for other people to buy, you're going to raise the price. That meant, in a roundabout way, that as long as he was doing things in an area where there weren't a lot of people doing the same thing that he was doing, that he would be able to make money extremely quickly. Not to mention the fact that with more people around, there were more people to potentially make a guild with. He'd not been approached to join a guild yet, and he promised himself that he wouldn't join any guild that didn't specifically ask him to join it. Besides, joining one of the combat guilds was just going to feel like being at home again. He'd joined this world to get away from home in his mind, and he wasn't going back there now that he had finally escaped once and for all.
Things were advancing nicely... or, at least as nicely as things could go in a world that you didn't understand. This place was a strange paradise, and was almost a weird sort of wish fulfillment. There had been many nights when he wished that he could be in the game itself rather than living his own life as he could avoid his own father through the game in a way that he had never been able to when he was back in the human world. Now... well, it actually happened, and as he stood outside of the store, he was very much glad that it had. It was something that he couldn't quite deal with, the fact that he was going to be able to do whatever he wanted in this world.
He'd only been here for around a fortnight but the world as a whole had been around for several months now, and he had found his place in it rather quickly. That place was, quite simply, as a craftsman. He might have the body and the mind of a soldier, but there was something in his soul that had never quite felt comfortable in that role. Now, whilst he might have had to worry about doing all sorts of drill in the human realm, all he had to worry about was making sure that his lances didn't hit against the doorway as he stepped into the store. And, of course, they did, as usual.
The chink of metal against wood seemed to draw the attention of the store owner, a young man... or, at least, someone who PLAYED a young man. Specifically, a young dwarf. He still had to hold back a chuckle when he saw dwarfs - who would choose to play a diminutive midget over anything more serious like a human. Maybe he liked having people literally look down on him all day, or maybe he was some sort of fantasy buff. Either way, the man smiled at him as he walked into the shop, giving him a quick wave from behind the counter.
The pair of them had already met several times; Since everything in the world was up for purchase, people went about buying shops so that they could sell ingredients to the more interested people. This guy was, according to his character sheet, a member of the "Money Makers" guild. Not exactly an original name, but hey, he wasn't going to complain - he was forced to go with the name "Duck" nowadays, so he couldn't complain about other people's names now could he? That would be hypocritical to the max
The shop itself, as already mentioned, sold ingredients. The "Money Makers" guild was one that was devoted to selling whatever people needed for their individual skills. They were surprisingly common for a world like this, although maybe surprising wasn't the right word. If you weren't one who understood the basic mechanics of the economy, then you might get confused as to why there were so many of the same type of guilds popping up and offering pretty much the same services, but when you got down to the facts, it was ridiculously simple. After all, if you wanted to cook, you needed meat and not everyone could be bothered to risk their lives going into the forest to hunt boars. Plus, it was quicker than having to make the stuff yourself, so why not let someone else do the work for you? So what if you can do it for free, it takes ten times longer and it's much more difficult. This way, everyone was happy.
Talking about being happy, he gave his own little smile back, before moving into the leather-working area of the shop. The place smelled like leather and spices and something unidentifiable that had obviously been used to try and cover up the smell of leather for those less educated in the glorious smell of leather.... so, mostly vegetarians. Sodding vegetarians, they always ended up ruining things for everyone around them. Whether it was forcing people to bring hummus dip to a party where you'd much rather eat chicken, or whether it be through forcing you to lose the scent of this wonderful emporium of leather, they had to make everything so much more difficult for everyone around them. Hell, he was an animal trainer and even he was fine with the smell of leather. Just as long as it wasn't any of his animals, he thought with a slight smirk at nobody in particular.
Either way, whether or not the vegetarians had forced the smell to be covered up, the entire area looked beautiful - a testament to the good that killing beasts in this world could do. The walls of this room of the shop were covered head to toe with pieces of animal skin. From his own work in the field, he was pretty sure that he could tell what animal each type of fur came from - The striped one were from the tigers that had been found growing up around the nearby forest of Reading (why the hell there were tigers in what was supposed to be England, he had no idea. But, then again, there were dragons here and there so realism wasn't their strong suit), the more subdued brown ones were from the boars that seemed to ring the area, and those more scaly ones were dragon skin.
Picking up a pile of stuff in his arms - the darker brown ones that came from some sort of boar -, he moved onto the next room of this gigantic shop. this place, when he had come here a week ago, had all been stuck in a single room whereas everything else was absolutely abandoned and empty. He had felt almost sad about how deserted the place was, but ever since then it must have hit a business spurt. The entire place was decked out with different equipment for different rooms. In fact, given by the smell of oil, he was pretty sure that a few rooms away there would be something for mechanics. Now, THAT was a smell that could do with being covered up. Not that he was going to complain about it, because whining about something like that was something that pansies did - neeping vegetarians and their complaining.
After what seemed like a very small forever, he was finally ready to buy what he had acquired through the rest of the shop -Some cheap string, which he still wasn't sure how they had produced in this world, and some basic black fabric that'd help to keep the leather plates apart - he moved towards the front of the store. He was always impressed at how cheap this stuff was. After all, he could only imagine the amount of time and effort these guys had to go through to procure this stuff. Still, he smiled; if they were happy selling it at these low, low prices, then he was more than happy to buy the stuff.
The line was essentially nonexistent when he got the front desk, putting them on there to be valued. He wasn't entirely sure how they remembered the price of everything, but he could only imagine there was some sort of menu for something like that. Was everything in this store in this man's inventory? Or maybe he just had some sort of note written in a personal notepad? God alone knows, really Either way, the man gave him the price for the stuff.
"That'll be 75 gold." the dwarf said, and with a simple toss, Ally threw his coins across the counter to the salesman, before turning to walk away. However, it seemed like the guy couldn't refuse another dig.
"Have a good day...," he was clearly having a hard time not laughing, or perhaps he was choosing to sound like that to get the dig in. ", DUCK."
"Quack, you miserable bastard."
Things were advancing nicely... or, at least as nicely as things could go in a world that you didn't understand. This place was a strange paradise, and was almost a weird sort of wish fulfillment. There had been many nights when he wished that he could be in the game itself rather than living his own life as he could avoid his own father through the game in a way that he had never been able to when he was back in the human world. Now... well, it actually happened, and as he stood outside of the store, he was very much glad that it had. It was something that he couldn't quite deal with, the fact that he was going to be able to do whatever he wanted in this world.
He'd only been here for around a fortnight but the world as a whole had been around for several months now, and he had found his place in it rather quickly. That place was, quite simply, as a craftsman. He might have the body and the mind of a soldier, but there was something in his soul that had never quite felt comfortable in that role. Now, whilst he might have had to worry about doing all sorts of drill in the human realm, all he had to worry about was making sure that his lances didn't hit against the doorway as he stepped into the store. And, of course, they did, as usual.
The chink of metal against wood seemed to draw the attention of the store owner, a young man... or, at least, someone who PLAYED a young man. Specifically, a young dwarf. He still had to hold back a chuckle when he saw dwarfs - who would choose to play a diminutive midget over anything more serious like a human. Maybe he liked having people literally look down on him all day, or maybe he was some sort of fantasy buff. Either way, the man smiled at him as he walked into the shop, giving him a quick wave from behind the counter.
The pair of them had already met several times; Since everything in the world was up for purchase, people went about buying shops so that they could sell ingredients to the more interested people. This guy was, according to his character sheet, a member of the "Money Makers" guild. Not exactly an original name, but hey, he wasn't going to complain - he was forced to go with the name "Duck" nowadays, so he couldn't complain about other people's names now could he? That would be hypocritical to the max
The shop itself, as already mentioned, sold ingredients. The "Money Makers" guild was one that was devoted to selling whatever people needed for their individual skills. They were surprisingly common for a world like this, although maybe surprising wasn't the right word. If you weren't one who understood the basic mechanics of the economy, then you might get confused as to why there were so many of the same type of guilds popping up and offering pretty much the same services, but when you got down to the facts, it was ridiculously simple. After all, if you wanted to cook, you needed meat and not everyone could be bothered to risk their lives going into the forest to hunt boars. Plus, it was quicker than having to make the stuff yourself, so why not let someone else do the work for you? So what if you can do it for free, it takes ten times longer and it's much more difficult. This way, everyone was happy.
Talking about being happy, he gave his own little smile back, before moving into the leather-working area of the shop. The place smelled like leather and spices and something unidentifiable that had obviously been used to try and cover up the smell of leather for those less educated in the glorious smell of leather.... so, mostly vegetarians. Sodding vegetarians, they always ended up ruining things for everyone around them. Whether it was forcing people to bring hummus dip to a party where you'd much rather eat chicken, or whether it be through forcing you to lose the scent of this wonderful emporium of leather, they had to make everything so much more difficult for everyone around them. Hell, he was an animal trainer and even he was fine with the smell of leather. Just as long as it wasn't any of his animals, he thought with a slight smirk at nobody in particular.
Either way, whether or not the vegetarians had forced the smell to be covered up, the entire area looked beautiful - a testament to the good that killing beasts in this world could do. The walls of this room of the shop were covered head to toe with pieces of animal skin. From his own work in the field, he was pretty sure that he could tell what animal each type of fur came from - The striped one were from the tigers that had been found growing up around the nearby forest of Reading (why the hell there were tigers in what was supposed to be England, he had no idea. But, then again, there were dragons here and there so realism wasn't their strong suit), the more subdued brown ones were from the boars that seemed to ring the area, and those more scaly ones were dragon skin.
Picking up a pile of stuff in his arms - the darker brown ones that came from some sort of boar -, he moved onto the next room of this gigantic shop. this place, when he had come here a week ago, had all been stuck in a single room whereas everything else was absolutely abandoned and empty. He had felt almost sad about how deserted the place was, but ever since then it must have hit a business spurt. The entire place was decked out with different equipment for different rooms. In fact, given by the smell of oil, he was pretty sure that a few rooms away there would be something for mechanics. Now, THAT was a smell that could do with being covered up. Not that he was going to complain about it, because whining about something like that was something that pansies did - neeping vegetarians and their complaining.
After what seemed like a very small forever, he was finally ready to buy what he had acquired through the rest of the shop -Some cheap string, which he still wasn't sure how they had produced in this world, and some basic black fabric that'd help to keep the leather plates apart - he moved towards the front of the store. He was always impressed at how cheap this stuff was. After all, he could only imagine the amount of time and effort these guys had to go through to procure this stuff. Still, he smiled; if they were happy selling it at these low, low prices, then he was more than happy to buy the stuff.
The line was essentially nonexistent when he got the front desk, putting them on there to be valued. He wasn't entirely sure how they remembered the price of everything, but he could only imagine there was some sort of menu for something like that. Was everything in this store in this man's inventory? Or maybe he just had some sort of note written in a personal notepad? God alone knows, really Either way, the man gave him the price for the stuff.
"That'll be 75 gold." the dwarf said, and with a simple toss, Ally threw his coins across the counter to the salesman, before turning to walk away. However, it seemed like the guy couldn't refuse another dig.
"Have a good day...," he was clearly having a hard time not laughing, or perhaps he was choosing to sound like that to get the dig in. ", DUCK."
"Quack, you miserable bastard."
