Building Kalliste... in the Abbey

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350 words		Clean Up, Don't Mess Up
It was a complete mess. She had to do everything aaall over again. The samurai Caerbannog was not the least bit pleased with the empty room that was given for her to work on. Kalliste, the maid cafe which she intended to open somewhere else in Londinium, was instead to be built in their guild’s new home, the Westminster Abbey. To make sure that her customers, if any, would not interfere with the Abbey’s activities, she was given a room on the first floor which was a good distance away from the spawn point. It was still close enough for respawning adventurers to catch a glimpse of it though. The wolf-hair thought it would be best if there were two doors into the cafe: one from the outside of the Abbey and another from its corridors. Problem was, there was but a singular window at the end of the room, one door which led to the corridors and nothing else but dilapidated walls. “Gotta clean up first...” said the wolf-hair as she rolled up her yukata’s sleeves. She was scheduled to be wed to her best friend, oniichan and fiance Kumori on the first week of the following month, and so Caer hoped that she would be able to finish the repairs by then. To aid her in her endeavor, seeing as the other guild members were yet to arrive, Caerbannog summoned the ever-helpful Foreman Mukade IX who easily towered over his tamer. “Hellooooo world! How are you this fine- WHOA! WHAT A MESS!” the centipede hissed at the room before him, clearly displeased with its appearance too. “Clean room, please,” Caer spoke in English; much like what she did with Hyzenthlay, the tamer wanted to teach the elite centipede the language of the adventurers and landers. “Clean?” Mukade scratched his chin, “I do not understand the next word, but I do recognize the word please. So this is a request to clean something, I suppose this place in front of us then?” Caerbannog replied with a wide smile on her face and a nod from her pretty little head.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 341	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Welp… since he was the one who gave his lover the crummy room, he thought that he should at least help with the cleanup and renovation. If he didn’t, he’d only hear about it later when they were alone. Those smacks across the head didn’t hurt physically… but they did make him hurt mentally and emotionally. Besides, he to convince her that he wasn’t a baka… HA! Like that’d ever happen. After pushing all of his paperwork aside, he opened the door of his new office in the Abbey and then went towards the room that was closer to the main sanctuary. He was sort of curious as to what he’d be seeing, walking into the room. Ah well, regardless of the mess… it couldn’t be that bad right? He opened the windowless door and peered in to see what he would be dealing with, but instead of focusing on the dirt and the messiness of the room, he could only focus on the gianormous centipede that was wiggling its arms around. The assassin shivered and was about to turn, that is until the little samurai grabbed at his arm before he could let go of the door knob. Ryuu almost let out a yelp, straining to keep his emotions in check. He seriously didn’t want to be around the centipede. Not at this proximity. Not now! He was crying internally, but all he could do was look back and look at the samurai that held his arms. She probably asked where he was about to go after giving her this dump. Ryuu sighed as he didn’t put up a fight as he was pulled into his doom… I mean the room.

He looked around and he looked at the crudely drawn plan that Kyuu had for the place. It seemed that she wanted a door on the other side so that people could enter from both inside the Abbey and outside. A good marketing strategy… and her rent was free! “So what do you want me to do?” he asked.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 320

"Fa lov’ fa everythin’, we had just built the place elsewuere 'n' we had ta move it 'ere, mak' me wondar whethur it will be actualleh open."

The dwarf was grumbly today, having finally completed his brewery order he had very little sleep recently, averaged to about 3 hours per night at best since he had to put considerable space between him and the rest of Acryn while he completed the order. So when he was told to move the cafe over to the abbey, it put him in a lovely, cheerful mood! So much so when the squat arrived at the end of the dingy, gothic corridor, the dwarf cast a gaze with his blank, blurry eyed gaze. Even Mukade, in all its insect/shabby glory didn't seem to particularly phase the stoic individual, who simply seemed to respond by taking a draft out of his flask. Perhaps after Hyz, nothing really scared him that much, aside from a gigantic daddy longlegs or spiders.

"Howdy fella's, I see ya gave ya picked the best room of the Abby. Even got the contempory, 1900's wallpaper. Bahaha! Anywah, clean, I dun't need ta hav' a subclass fa that."

The distinctive rumble was accompanied by a gentle rubbing of his bridge between finger and thumb; his free hand grasped at the ancient, crumbly wallpaper and tore it down as he expressed a yawn. Exposing the bare stone as he worked around the room with a waddling pace. He was no decorator, but even in his tired state Tobin could recognise that there was not much to salvage. It wasn't until two minutes into the job that the bearded fellow turned and registered the gigantic centipede being there properly. His eyes dilated and a slight perspiration gathered on his forehead. It had been the first time he had seen one of these so close up.

"Oh, big fella ya be, wha' che feed ya?"

[Reynard]

This was some guild he had been strong-armed into. It had the members and gold to buy a place at one of the premiere spots inside the city. Even though Reynard did not trust that he wasn’t in some evil guild just yet, he was impressed with the guild house. It made things a bit better than just staying in the inn all the time. But the foxtail would hold off making himself feel at home as he was prepared to leave at the slightest moment they showed their evil actions. It wouldn’t do well to become attached once he was strong enough to go.

Before the place could be inhabited, it had to be cleaned up first. Considering the world had an ongoing post-apocalyptic thing, it was to be expected. Caer and her killer bunny had ‘politely’ asked again to help clean up. Caer asked, the bunny made sure he said yes again. Seeing as Caer was to only other person in the guild to know he was even part of it, Reynard might as well accept. It was a way to observe the other members and determine what kind of guild this was.

Today was cleaning a room, which the plans indicated, was going to be used for some café. Reynard guessed it was a good idea to find some way to earn gold without hunting for a steady supply of income. Or maybe this guild was just doing it for shits-and-giggles. Entering the room, Reynard found people from the guild cleaning… and one centipede. Which clearly didn’t scream ‘possible evil guild’.

Reynard gave a small hello to everyone announcing his arrival. Caer was speaking to Kumori, who Reynard only recognized was the guild leader. Tobin the dwarf he had met during some bodyguarding mission, was peeling wallpaper. Trying to find something to do, Reynard look over the plans for the room and see what he could clean up. The foxtail noticed the plans had drawn the room with two doors but only the door he had entered from existed.

“Excuse me,” Reynard approached Caer avoiding the giant centipede.

“If this place needs another door, would it not be better for us to break down a portion of the wall before cleaning up?”

Breaking down a door would cause a mess and would just waste having the room cleaned. After the breaking the wall they could probably tape it up and then proceed to cleaning the room without doing it twice. Unless there was a way to make doors materialize on the wall. Maybe a game mechanic like
had survived in this world.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 45 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 340	Tags: ?	Skills: cure bloom

Mab had received an unusual message. There was cleaning and stuff to be done. And it was to be done today. The message contained a location, one that she was very unfamiliar with but that did not deter her as the one sending the message was the recently married Caerbannog. Mab trusted Caer implicitly and if she needed help with some cleanup the druid would be happy to be of service.

She expected the usual people to be there, the ever protective kumori. Not that he was really protective, well just of his girlfriend; the druid figured that made sense. The dwarf, friendly but very odd at times. The druid realized she did not understand him at all. Not that it mattered, it did not make him any less kind of friendly. Mab was unsure if more people would show up. But she would not be surprised if they did.

The ever bubbly girl entered the guild house without thinking about it much. Mab decided to head over where the most ruckus...erm noise was made.

“Good morning!”

Mab called out to the people she could see. She scrunched her nose somewhat at the horrid site of the room she was looking into.

“Homey...”

The druid said trying to sound optimistic.

“Needs some work though....”

She added. The look of the room was quite terrible, however with enough tender loving care it should improve much. Mab had just the skill to help relieve some of the nastier smells.

The druid used “cure bloom” in rapid succession to help clean the room. Well the room wasn’t much cleaner... but at least it smelled like flowers now. No not the kind of smell people use in their bathrooms from the spraying cans, which smells awful, nope a nice flowery smell now lingered in the room as several purple flowery smelling colour explosions occurred. It did not cause any damage, in fact if there were people injured they would be cured of some minor wounds.

“There... much better already.....”

Mab said sounding quite proud of herself.

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640 words		When One Door Closes, Make a New One
Who would have thought that such a girl who was lacking in stature would be able to coerce full-grown men into helping her remodel a dilapidated room? Was it due to her kindness, her charm... or maybe the fact that she can rip their limbs off with her bare hands without killing them? Whatever their reason was, the gullible members of Aeryn arrived to help; and so did Mab. The first to arrive was Kumori, of course; the young man was always such a diligent stalker who knew what the samurai was up to at all times. AT. ALL. TIMES. For whatever reason, the assassin turned to leave just as soon as he walked in, but Caerbannog would not let him go. He was already there so he might as well help out. Foreman Mukade IX also waved his maxillipeds at the assassin, a kind of freakish Hello that he thought the adventurer would understand. It was then that Caerbannog showed her crudely-drawn expertly-made plans for the room. It was supposed to be a drawing of the cafe with two doors and wide windows, but instead it looked like a square with slashes on the sides. She wasn’t a scribe so the samurai could be forgiven. After a while, the dwarf walked in and he was followed shortly by the cleric Reynard and the druid Mab. The fox tail seemed to be wary of something, but really, what was there to be afraid of? At least Mab seemed to be more enthusiastic, and even so kindly used Cure Bloom to make the room smell nicer. The most curious thing, and this was from Foreman Mukade IX’s point of view, was that the dwarf spoke the language of the creatures of Elder Tale. The centipede found this very amusing, and so he walked over to the dwarf and so ended up beside the fox tail cleric. Mukade towered over both adventurers as he snapped his maxillipeds towards the dwarf’s face. “You! You speak our language as well!” the centipede rather cheerfully exclaimed. He then realized that a question had been asked of him, and so it would have been rude to leave it unanswered, “The tiny meat baby has been feeding me cake.” He then waved his appendages over to Caerbannog. “Speaking of which, is there a height limit for few-legged ones who can learn our language?” Mukade innocently asked, “I noticed that only meat babies of your height can speak to me.” Foreman Mukade IX, after all, had not spoken to Capsule yet and so he assumed that only vertically-challenged adventurers could learn Tongue of Nature. The samurai, fortunately, was preoccupied with room plans so she did not notice the references to her height, or lack thereof. What she did notice though was Reynard’s suggestion to break down the wall before cleaning it up. Caerbannog looked over to the window. It was already a sufficient size for a window to be kept, and so the other door would have to be on one of the blank walls. The samurai walked over to Mab, took her by the hand and led her back towards the original door. She then gestured for the druid to stay put, and waved for Mukade to stand beside the girl. The centipede happily obliged; Kumori and Reynard could do whatever they wanted. As for the dwarf, Caerbannog walked over to him and grabbed him by both legs. She then pulled until the dwarf was down on his back, and then she dragged him over to the middle of the room. Without further delay, the samurai began to spin around and the dwarf soon was up in the air, being spun about and when the momentum was enough, the wolf-hair let her wrecking ball go: to the blank wall. “There,” Caerbannog proudly posed with her hands on her hips, “New door.”

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 293	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The centipede waved at him with all 30 of his appendages that were free on one side. Ryuu tilted his head to return the wave back and then looked towards the samurai. It seemed that they had more people who would help. The dwarf had entered as well as Mab and Reynard. They had decided to help with the renovations as well. The samurai did not give him any instructions, but he did give a wave and a nod to the people who had come by to help. The samurai focused on Mab, Mukade, and the dwarf. It was expected that she would use the dwarf as a wrecking ball. Ryuu probably would’ve done the same, and unfortunately for the dwarf, there wasn’t much he could do about it. Ryuu chuckled and waited for the new door to be formed. He would grab some wooden planks to begin building the frame, but he would need to sand down the door so that it formed a perfect rectangle. That was what his daggers were for. His 70+ levels weren’t just for show.

He would let the others clean up the bits while he began working on the aesthetics of the doors on both sides. If he required help, he’d ask one person or another to help him with holding planks. The tools needed to construct things magically appeared in the room because this was their guild house, and having things appear out of nowhere was pretty awesome. There was carpenter glue and the like, and most importantly, there was nails and a few hammers to properly fixate things onto the walls. “Mab, can you help me hold this piece up?” he asked her. He was talking about the piece that would go on top.

[Reynard]

There were signs things were going to happen. Maybe it was the way Caer contemplated on his suggestion, or the way she led Mab and the centipede to one wall. But once she started grabbing Dwarf by the ankles and started spinning around, Reynard knew it was time to duck and cover. Unfortunately there was no cover, so the cleric just ran the opposite end of the wall with his hands covering his for protection. As he was not looking, Reynard only heard the sound of the wall being destroyed and felt the new ventilation of the room. He was pretty sure they just committed some sort of sacrilege just now. At least it was cooler.

Maybe next time Reynard would choose his words more carefully. Then again he didn’t know that Caer would use Dwarf as a human wrecking ball instead of something more sensible. Hopefully her way of thinking wasn’t a generalization of this whole guild. Kumori didn’t act like anything wrong had happened, Mab didn’t seem to react, the centipede he couldn’t read and Dwarf… he’ld have to check outside. Still holding-off on his final opinion of the guild.

Reynard approached Caer’s handiwork and checked the outside for Dwarf.

“You okay there?”

Once the monk had answered, Reynard would get back to work, although making sure to never turn his back to Caer. He doubted he would survive if she used him to redecorate the room. For now , Reynard would focus on clearing the new debris that had been created and threw them outside through the wall. Best to dump things outside for now.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 556

The dwarf's stare initially turned from one of amusement, to a more blank stare when height was brought up. Insulted by a 4 meter animal companion on height? He was surprised the pet hadn't been sent flying; the dwarf coughed and stretched the back of his head as he frowned. He had only been short for a few months of his life compared to some, but already Tobin was beginning to find it a source of irritation the longer he stayed in game.

"Well, ya culd say tha' we all compensate fa somethin', Reyand his corrage, Kumori his balls, Caer-" he paused as he cast a glance sideways, still distracted, good. "Well, until fe find dat bloodeh wizard et tha end of ta yellow road, we learn ta do things ta compensate, she rode ya yet?"

Then, the dwarf resumed his productivity as others entered the room, a customary greeting of "Howdy parteh people! We just be gettin' started in 'ere!" given to each. Suddenly, the biped was bestowed by a strange sense of weightlessness, it was only when the scenery became a blur and the dwarf peered down and saw the blue eyes of the Caer-Bere amidst the blur that he wondered one fundamental question; did the school girl ever smile when she threw dwarf? Or was she always so serious?

-Wait, this is my chance to show off that attack I was planning, the synchronised BATTERING RA- Where is my everything-

That was the next thought to drift through his head as he came to, just a head standing above the crumbled, accident masonry. The head rotated around to look around, only to be accompanied by a grumble and faint sigh as the dwarf erupted from the rubble, blanking out the warning klaxons to indicate damage. He noticed the Cleric had come out to check on him as he jerked his head left to right.

"Howdeh, dun't worreh, tis just a flesh wound." The dwarf grumbled as he glanced into the room, before suddenly he grabbed the clerics hands tightly as he met the clerics eyes in a ferice, wide eyed gaze, for dramatic effect he. "I don't knuw why ya here, but ya seen the horrior I endure, you must flee from ere and get help, I will covar ya."

-Oh lord, I wonder how he will react to that. Might be the best laugh this week yet! Aside from ruffling that other fox-tails ears. Bahahah!-

This was followed by a grumbling cough as the dwarf walked up to the wall and with a gentle cough and the windup of his fist, a -Battering Ram- tore a second hole adjacent to the first, sending bricks, mortar and dated wallpaper back into the room, likely impeding the cleaning effort with a single stroke. The dwarf shrugged as he strolled in and gave a booming laugh. Already the sweet smell of healing made his scratches heal over.

"Knock Knock, ow's ther'? Wall? Wall where?" The dwarf chuckled at his own joke, before he took a slightly more serious tone. "I thought we needed double doors."

The squat then grabbed a broom and started piling the debris back outside the gaping hole which was, by now, just around the size for a pair of double doors. Well, double doors that were two Tobin’s wide. Fat bastard.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 45 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 251	Tags: @dindeen	Skills: none used

Why was it that when ever Caer and Tobin were together it so often ended up with the dwarf being thrown through buildings, or gutpunched or well anything that seemed to hurt alot! Could it be that Caerbannog was enabling the dwarf in dubious preferences? Could it be the dwarf liked pain? Mab was unsure but the dwarf sure as hell did not seem to mind so much. The druid paused when the centipede made comments about how only short people seemed to speak some language. Mab just raised an eyebrow at the not so small many legged creature.

“You know I can hear you right?”

Mab responded in the same language, probably shattering the creatures hypotheses. Mab was most definitely not short. Even if the centipede towered over her. Her attention was slightly diverted when Kumori wanted her to hold up a beam of some sort.

Mab walked over and raised her arms to hold up the intended beam. Was she being asked this because of her hight? Not that the druid tried to be sensitive about that, but when surrounded by huggable cute fun sized people one could not help feeling a little self aware about their own height. Mab held on to the beam until she was fairly sure the assassin had secured it and it would not fall on her or his head. Once this was done the girl started looking around for brooms or something that could be used to clear the dirt off the floor.

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515 words		Fore!
Foreman Mukade IX was absolutely shocked. He had been speaking to the dwarf and was just about to answer the question as to whether he had been used as a mount by the samurai, when the druid Mab spoke. And he understood what she said! Obviously, the girl also understood what the centipede had said, but while that did surprise him, Mukade was pleased by the development. The creature then followed the druid to wherever she was going and when Mab put her hands up to support a beam, Mukade held it up with his maxillipeds too. The rest of his appendages were cheerfully clicking against each other at his sides. “Oh, glorious day!” Mukade exclaimed, “Not only one, but THREE few-legged meat babies in this brood are able to speak understandable words! Please, do tell me about your adventures in this place called The Outside. How do you keep your meat coverings from drying up under the heat of the massive ball of light?” That task was soon done and when the druid set off to find some brooms, things that the guild leader Kumori probably stowed away somewhere, Foreman Mukade IX followed the girl like a creepy stalker. Though, he could not exactly stalk her since he was so obvious. As for the centipede’s tamer, well she was rather pleased with the outcome of her impromptu redecoration. The wrecking ball had proven to be a most efficient one, and it could even bounce back on its own! Caerbannog looked at the dwarf who was being tended to by Reynard and she gave a wide smile and a thumbs-up sign to both. Good job! Now, the next order of business was to actually create a sturdy door- or double doors, as the dwarf added. Kumori and Mab had that task covered and so the samurai began cleaning the room and ridding it of rock and rubble. And by cleaning, I mean she pulled out her black iron hammer Nottbjorn from her inventory, equipped it and started thwacking the pieces of concrete out to the street. She also periodically yelled ‘Fore!’ as she took a hammer to a large piece, just to make sure that anyone out on the street would be able to duck out of the way. “Almost done!” the wolf-hair said as she punted the last piece of concrete onto the Abbey’s yard where it rolled over a few good meters until it rested right in front of a lander who had fallen asleep on a bench. There was nothing but dust and dirt left in the room then, and a door and a window to be worked on. They first had to set those up right and perhaps make some counters too, and afterwards they could begin with the interior decoration. Wallpaper or paint? That would be the question to ask later. But in the meantime, Caer was curious of what Kumori was doing so with one hand dragging her massive hammer along, the other hand tugged at the young man’s sleeve. “Need me to hold a beam up for you?” she asked.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 304	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

With all crajeness ensuing, it was probably best to get on with business. With the door frame properly secured properly, he thought that it was best to hire a carpenter to do all the wood work needed. If they did it themselves, it was most likely going to fail. So instead of doing the counters on their own, Ryuu sent a message to a carpenter guild and they sent a few workers to help out. As they were going to come a bit later, Ryuu decided to continue working on the door. He felt a tug on his shirt and looked at the source. His fiancée asked if he needed help holding stuff up. He nodded and pointed at the side frame and had her put it in place. After she did so, he would hammer it in so that it would stay. He would do the same for the other side of the frame. He wouldn’t do anything decorative with it, as he would allow the actual carpenters do their thing with it. He was only doing basic foundationing things, and making counters was also not well within his expertise.

After the first door was over, he went to the double-sided door area and did the same. He recruited Mab to help him hold up the piece of wood while he secured it in, and then if Kyuu was still following him, he would commission her help as well. After all was said and done, he waited for the carpenters to come by and do their things. They would decorate the place, at least structurally. The guild would be able to paint the place later, and if they wanted to get even fancier, they could hire an artisan to do some artwork on the walls, that is only if Kyuu wanted it, though.

[Reynard]

He was just trying to get through this crazi- cleaning with his sanity intact. Things weren’t going as he expected; except maybe for the excessive violence from Caer, he somehow expected something like that to happen. The human wrecking the ball though… he didn’t think Dwarf would allow that. Speaking of Dwarf, he was warning Reynard to flee this horror which he found weird as Dwarf was one of the people who stalked him before Mab and then Caer recruited them. The hit either made the monk super-sane or lost it completely. The monk then proceeded to let go of his hands, walk to the wall and create another hole. Lost it completely then.

Even if he wanted to leave, Reynard suddenly had to leave the holes created by the dwarf as various debris started flying through it. Really dangerous thing to happen just for cleaning a simple room. Maybe he should have worn the rest of his armor. He had to keep himself busy with actually cleaning something lest he start worrying about his survivability in this guild… again. With the new “doors” crowded, Reynard decided to go to the other opening in the room: the window. The fact it was an escape route had nothing to do with his decision.

The window was worn a bit so it was up to him to make sure the things could still work. Borrowing a screwdriver from some tool set the guild managed to have, Reynard had to inspect that the joints still worked and the metal could still hold the glass attached to it. He tried moving a pane, only for it to get stuck halfway from opening. Sighing, Reynard had to see if they had some lubrication for the window. He wondered what was next after fixing the fixtures of the walls.

[Tobin]

WC: 536

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK, sweeping crap just makes mah day, I eat my lunch, sweep up the crunch and even hav' time for dinner, with a sweep oaf mah mighty room, I migh't hav'ta room fa wiskehy"

Bad singing aside, the dwarf was quite efficient with his new promotion to dirt and particle sweeping as they renovated the place. The dwarf started by selecting an area to sweep and gathered the pile in one big bunch before, taking care to slip around the activities of the clearing party, swept the bounces out to the street, often returning several times to gather the remaining dust that had been left behind. It was tedious, mind numbing work for him as he lacked skills to make the project go along easier. That being said, much of the shifting had been done, so the manual work now was just clearing out the dust. After about half an hour the floor was as spotless as it was ever going to be, the stone floor didn't seem that comfortable to him

"Babeh, what is love, babeh dun't hurt meh, dun't hurt meh no more."

What wasn't improving was his mildly irritating habit of going through various tunes as he worked. It was one tendency of his to make any task, no matter how boring the task he wanted it to be interesting. Well, interesting aside from the erry scuttling that the gigantic centipede made, surprising how small the room felt when the creature the size of a small bus was helping. The dwarf gave a sigh as he lain the broom to rest outside the door, the floor like much of the less essence side rooms had a surface largely made of stone underneath the torn up furnishing. Now that it was tidied up it would be trivial to call in some experts to provide the proper grounding. Tobin gave a chuckle as he withdrew his flask and took a shot, one less job for him to be doing.

His eyebrow rose as he say Reynard fiddled with a window and with a curious brow he came over and tested it himself, gently mind you. Tobin just wanted to confirm the clerics suspicions, this thing wasn’t as good as it used to be, though could be serviceable with a good clean and replacement of the rotted wooden frame.

"Hey Cear, will we be havin' tis window as an authentic feature? Or we gettin' a new one in? I can go oaf and order somethin' if ya wish."

-And hopefully I can bugger off somewhere for a hour or so while away so I can get my feet up. I'l fecking shattered.-

The dwarf massaged the shadows between his eyes, his question largely directed toward Caer. While Kumori was the guild leader, it only seemed fair to ask the lass whose cafe it was going to be. If she said no, then with a firm push he would rip the entire frame out and shove it through, before either wandering off to carry out the order or alternatively prepare himself for whatever task was next. Though preparing the brews in secret had left him tired and a bit quieter than usual.


(OOC: Tobin isn't leaving the thread, just him flunking off is a character trait. He will be back when I next post.)

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The activity in the room slowly died down as the excitable Foreman Mukade IX found a new hobby: stalking Mab. Caerbannog calmed down as well when she managed to clear the room of unnecessary boulders, because of course boulders can sometimes be necessary. As for her current task, she frowned slightly when Kumori, instead of asking her to hold a beam UP, told her to keep a side beam in place. Was he belittling her?! She could reach that height, you know! If she wanted to! Well, maybe only with the aid of a ladder or a stepping stool, but still! She could! “Fine!” the samurai stomped a foot on the floor as she held the beam to the side, “Hmph! I’m perfectly capable of holding things above too!” Next thing she knew, Reynard was fiddling with the window and got it stuck. Having noticed that as well, the Dwarf asked something that actually made sense! Keep the window or replace it? Caerbannog had wanted to keep it there, but seeing as they were getting double doors on one side, it would be weird if they only had a small window on the other wall. It would have to be removed and replaced then. “Break the sides and put a bigger window in,” Caer said, “I’ll get to it once the beams for the door are in place.” The samurai quietly considered it for a moment, and then she waved over to the large centipede. Mukade finally stopped following Mab everywhere; the Cake-Maker had called for him, and so he would oblige. Caer pointed at the side beam and made the centipede hold it up in her stead, giving more bonding time for the assassin and the elite creature. “Or we could replace it now,” the samurai then dragged her hammer towards the only window in the room, and then she swung it against the frame which sent the whole thing crashing out of the wall. Now, only a rectangular hole was left on that other wall of the room. Caer swung her hammer again and it crashed against the right side of the hole, and then against the left side. Those parts of the wall soon crumbled and left a wider hole for a window to be put. “Need to hold that up until we get new window,” the samurai pointed out, “Dwarf can get a frame and some glass from somewhere?”

[Reynard]

The window was not cooperating properly. It was like it didn’t want to get fixed. Parts were rusted and despite his pride telling him he could fix it, Dwarf’s suggestion of getting it replaced was most likely easier. It seemed that even Caer agreed and ordered to window to be removed and the wall to be destroyed, again, to make room for a larger one.

“Okay, let me try removing the windows first.”

If he could not fix it he could at least try salvaging some parts. But then a sudden chill went up his back as he felt something approach him from behind. In his focus to try and dismantling the window, he had forgotten his self-imposed rule: do not turn your back on Caer. His only warning had been her sweet voice.

“Or we could replace it now,”

Once those words were uttered, Reynard comically dived to the sides just before the window was unceremoniously ejected from the wall. So much for salvaging some parts from it. The walls soon followed making room for a larger window now. He was still pondering of raising if they were preforming some sacrilege by continually destroying the room. Then again sacrilege probably wasn’t an issue if you could actually purchase the church as a personal residence in the first place.

Reynard volunteered to make sure the whole wall did not collapse on itself before the support frames arrived. It basically consisted of just grabbing some wood that wasn’t going to be used and temporarily using in as a strut to the weaker parts of the sides. This better be the last wall renovation they had to do as he was feeling a bit intimidated by the amount of strength these guys were causally throwing out.

[Tobin]

WC: 864

About four hours after he had initially left the Dwarf began his return back with a great box slung under his arm. Window shopping, as the case quite literally was, had been a pain in the backside due to a lack of skilled Artisans within the City of London. It had taken him one hour to actually find a Lander Smelter that specialised in the forming of glass, and another three hours of frequenting various taverns and other themed establishments. The relative peace and quiet was enjoyable as the dwarf slacked off in this latest restaurant, a tiny cup of earl grey cupped between his immense hands and two great iron plates set to one side. With a slow discerning glance around the room within this packed establishment, filled with middle class traders that dealt, the dwarf lifted the mug and took a gentle sip out of the black, fragranced liquid. The fellow sighed as he took a moment to wash the liquid over the pallet of his tongue to process the flavour and unique texturing of this expensive brand before, with a soft mutter the cheque was given to the best judge that the individual knew; himself.

“A faint auroma of perfume, that compliments the raw strength of the underlying brew like rainwater over a smooth peddle, the resulting blend is six parts pretentious towobble and 4 parts terrible, with a slight hint of sock” A loud snort accompanied that as the dwarf’s features creased. “I can see nobles would like to drink this blend now, apparently they grade flavour on how much crap they can load into a teabag.”

The dwarf gave a sigh as he placed the dainty little mug to one side and used a toothpick to dislodge the stake that had heroically resisted consumption. The Dwarf’s slacking off wasn’t entirely leisure mind you, as it often paid well to observe other establishments to observe how they rain the establishment, though the larger issue was that there really wasn’t a modern café like establishment in London as of the moment. Most establishments were either pubs or restaurants that only served relatively basic grub or stores where you could buy produce for consumption, there was no intermediate venue where finer delicacy were available in a small scale. In the last six or so establishments visited none of them resembled the café that was being built, a good sign as then the drinks and food serviced could be flogged at a higher price! Though perhaps on a more important note, it meant demand would be high, always beneficial when starting up good business.

“Still, tis place none too shabbeh, just perhaps a bit too basic to excite most adventurers- Oh?”

A flicker of a notification drew the ire of his incredibly bushy brow, the glass was done? The fellow gave a slight chuckle as he once again assumed that ridiculous accent that annoyed the heck out of other noble adventurers. Tis were time for the Dwarf to get back to work.

“’bout time, I bin fed up oaf waitin’ fa that fella, ya can’t gut the staff nowadays.”

The dwarf rose and, after leaving a generous tip to appease Dwarf racial sterotyping, the stocky fellow left the restraint.

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“Knock knock cherries! hot stuff comin’ on through! Ahhh crickeh tis weigh’s ‘alf a ton.”

By the time the Dwarf returned, much of the actual hard graft probably had been done to clean the place and establish a good firm floor, the dwarf hobbled along as he had a gigantic slender create widged under his right arm, upon placing the box down and ripping the hinge

“I hope tha’ tis is da is ta design ya want, I figured ya would want somethin’, lik’ tis?"

The Dwarf gave a grunt as he pulled the sheet of glass up, the window itself was mostly clear, only a slight green tint gave away that the imperfect process of the forged glass, yet the green was only slight, so that it provided a welcoming, if somewhat unimaginative tint to the bar itself. The glass wasn’t entirely plane however, as right in the middle of the great pane itself was an more elaborate stained design that partitioned the two clear planes. The object in question was an caramel cream apple stained in three separate colours, the right aglow with the hue of the setting sun, the uncreative colour sat in the middle and angled just behind it was a sun orange, portioned from one another by thin iron strips. Upon closer examination, it was apparent that within the apple had been hollowed out, replaced with a milky white cream that had been placed within, a faint river of bronze of the cameral seemed ooze out of a slit in otherwise pristine green. A simple leaf green border surrounded the apple, that seemed to embolden the simple, but efficient logo.

“So, wha’ ya think lassie? Not bad, rite?”

The dwarf commented with a wily grin and a rise of his bushy brow, hopefully the design he had provided would be satisfactory for the lass. Or at least provide incentive to not chuck him through it for the meantime.