In The Ruins of Old St. Pancras

[Charlotte]

WORDS 1013 TAGS open NOTES ! Here, sprawled out like a cave or a great sleeping animal, sat the ruins of Saint Pancras. Moss and growth creeping up through the railways and all along the brick. Although the Apocalypse had only taken effect recently, the station sat as a great testament to what the world could do if left alone without human intervention. The overarching ceiling, which was originally made of glass or some sort of plexi-glass, was now covered in growth, preventing the light of day from reaching the innards. The beautiful silver rails were now corroded from the passage of time. Every which way cracks were scattered along the ground as the weeds and roots squeezed their way into the building. A desperate fight between man-made and nature. Stepping into the station, dust would float out, showing just how much disuse the station had been in since the Apocalypse. The ambient lighting of the location caused her to step warily and carefully. She would need to make sure to not touch anything for fear that the entire building might collapse around her. Simply walking around in the location invoked thought of the original world and though this was a location which was frequented by many, she could find no memories of her own pertaining to the location. She was unsure if it was a side effect of the game, or due to her reclusive nature. Regardless, she would let her mind drift away, onto more immediate matters.  This entire location would work perfectly as a center of trade... She thought, running her fingers through her hair lightly. It was true, the space was big enough for every type of crafter to hold their wares here and work together to get things created. Putting both of her hands on her hips, she would look around, tilting her head lightly as she envisioned locations for people to set up shops. Huh... She'd hold her hands out, making a rectangle with her fingers as if looking through a lens. Yeah I can definitely see that. With a smile on her face, she'd walk further into the station, coming to a large metal door which seemed to have at one point housed a train or some large engine. Wow! Look at all of this space! She'd say aloud, hearing the words echo back. With a laugh, she'd step inside, looking at the various pieces of metalwork inside. All of it was scrap, but then again, she wasn't a blacksmith or an engineer, everything was scrap to her. Stepping from this warehouse, she would turn, seeing a larger wall with a rather large circle sat above the ground on the wall. She could guess at one point that circle was a clock. Though she was unsure of the time flow in this game, that would have to be something for an inventor to rediscover. Regardless, the clock wasn't the portion which was important. The building behind it had several windows and several doors which lead the young girl to believe there were several stations within the building. These stations could work as small shops for alchemists, tailors and even artisans who weren't working on large projects.  Stepping towards the building, Charlotte would fold her arm behind her back, reaching for the door with her left hand. As she touched the door, several rats would scamper along the ground beneath her feet, causing her to jump back in fright. Agh... Dirty rats. She'd say, laughing a bit. As she pushed the door open, she'd step into the dusty corridors, covering her mouth and waving her hand gently to clear the air. If this weren't a town, she'd be worried about monsters creeping in the deep, dark corridors. Pushing the doors open slowly, she'd examine each of the offices, finding nothing particularly special in any of them. As she'd expected, the entire location was perfect for a sort of crafting hub and she wondered if there was any way she'd be able to take claim to the land. That way she could help relegate who was allowed in and out of the building as well as keep the peace among the crafting communities. With a smile on her face, she'd rub her chin, locking her fingers together and continuing to walk through the building.  She would retrace her steps, walking out of the building and staring out upon the vast building. It would take quite a bit of remodeling, but over time, she believed she was more than capable of doing the work and with a little help, she might be able to get the building looking better than in her world. She'd cross her arms, smiling from ear to ear. Any time she was able to use her skills to make something look better, she felt a great sense of joy in the task. The first thing she wanted to do was get some upholstery in the building at the very least. The outer area could stay a bit grungy, but the inside needed to be cozy. Turning and walking back inside of the building, she'd hold a single hand up, applying pressure and opening up the interface as if she were clicking a mouse. She'd equip herself with a needle in one hand and a ball of thread in the other and would go from room to room, patching up any of the cloth work from the chairs, curtains and rugs. She'd open windows and blinds, allowing light to filter in and dust to flow out. She wasn't quite able to clean any of the rooms, considering she wasn't of the correct subclass, but it was okay. She was content just being able to repair any of the cloth items in the building. In addition to repairing anything which was salvageable, she added several new and beautiful tapestries, making the inside of the building look absolutely beautiful. The light peering in allowed Charlotte to see the true potential of the building and granted her insight into what would make the building more attractive and cozy. After all, everyone loved a cozy building! 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[Jelga]

JELGA HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

Jelga was still thinking of the city in the sense of boroughs and was still marvelling at how much of the city had changed. Yes, it had its musty ruins, but that was to be expected. On her old server, she had been essentially where the ruins of New York were and she did understand from her guild mates that the New York Ruins were very familiar to those who lived there. No, what marvelled her was that she could make the trip from where her home had been in West End to Westminster, and then from Westminster to Camden all in one day. She had just been travelling, and hadn't really stopped since she had arrived in this crazy world. She was already realizing that one didn't get tired in this world. Any weariness that the adventurers of the populace may have been experiencing was purely psychological. She could take solace from that.

She was trundling along on her tiny dwarf legs and smiled quietly. She was also realizing that a full day of walking had managed to get her to reasonable levels to walk. Losing more than a foot of height was putting her back to when she was about ten, before she had her growth spurt. She had seen more crotches than she wanted to for a lifetime. But she figured she'd have to get used to it. Getting a transformation potion was not only costly, she wasn't even sure if it would work, or if they would even exist on this server.

She was about to pass by the ruins of St. Pancras Station, before she heard a voice from inside of it.

“Wow! Look at all of this space!”

Jelga stopped and looked towards the station. One unkempt eyebrow arched into her heavy bangs. She walked briskly towards the door of the station and searched for the woman who had made the sound. It took her so long; by the time she had found the woman inside the building, the woman had already started working. She leaned against one of the doorframes quietly, blending into the half-light of the sun streaming in. Jelga examined the woman very closely; she had a short shoulder-length haircut, and like so many in this game, she was a female human. If this was a man, the man sure had fine taste in designing women's character models. She smirked and raised an eyebrow as she watched the woman go to work. No, that was very clearly a woman. Men and women tended to have different mental characteristics; if this was a man, she'd eat her battleaxe. She looked around the room and actually thought quietly to herself. The woman had either not noticed her trumping in her plate mail, or she was choosing to ignore her presence.

“Well, a' least yer puttin' yer time to good use, 'stead o' mopin' an' groanin'.” She commented clearly. She didn't truly look menacing... other than the axe, shield and armour, and the fact that she was built like a strong Russian woman. She took herself away from the door and examined the shape of the woman in front of her up and down... definitely not a bad looker at all.

“What's on yer mind, mate?”

OOC NOTES: No where near as long as yours but no matter. C'mon in too Kreiss!

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Charlotte]

WORDS 0510 TAGS Jelga NOTES Got sick of waiting :s So absorbed in the world and the work that was spread before her, Charlotte had simply not noticed the girl walk into her area. She'd been fast at work building carpets and cushions for seats, making the entire location rather beautiful and ornate. At the same time, she felt a bit of hopelessness realizing that all of the items she was making for the area were rather low quality. She'd let out a small sigh just before she heard a voice speaking from behind her. Turning on her heel, Charlotte would turn to face the incoming voice with a smile stretched across her facade.  Yup, yup! She'd say, smiling a bit and looking at the shorter girl. She couldn't help but smile and almost giggle, seeing that she was a dwarf. They were short and round, but they weren't ugly. At least in her eyes anyway. Listening to the dwarf talk, she'd tilt her head, forcing herself to understand the dialect with which she spoke. Nodding her head a bit and fixing her scarf on her neck, she'd respond. Yeah I thought this location would work rather nicely for a crafting base. She'd smile, placing one hand on her hips. So I started fixing it up... She'd laugh a bit, closing her eyes before continuing. And I Guess I just got carried away. She'd laugh, looking about at all of the items she'd created without a care in the world. It was a habit of hers. It only took seconds, though, for Charlotte to understand the looks the other girl was giving her. She'd gotten this type of attention before, it wasn't exactly alien to her, but she wasn't at all interested in women. She decided she would simply play it off, not wanting to incite any hostility. Plus, who knew, the person on the other side could be a complete pervert whether man or woman. She'd follow up her answer with a question of her own. So do you know of any crafters which would be interested in working with me? I've been planning on making a guild to protect them and get them resources. This worlds needs people to make gear as it is! She'd laugh as she spoke the final words, pointing her finger off toward space as if speaking in front of an audience. She'd found no other tailors so far, which made her feel a bit special and a bit nervous and maybe a bit excited. She had a huge demographic to sell to which meant lots and lots of money. I'm Charlotte by the way. She'd say to the dwarf, stepping to her and holding one of her gloved hands towards her. She hoped the small girl would take the hand shake and they could become friends. After all, more friends in this world was never a bad thing. Especially when there were so few people you could count on to have your back. Whether she shook or not, afterward, she'd likely return to working on the area and preparing it to look nice. Page two +In the ruins of old st. pancras!+

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