Spade Rank Cleaning Central [Spade Card holders]

[Bast]

So what had Nari been doing with the cards, the red head had his cards cover ripped off to reveal it was a fake and then that had pealed off to be a fake as well? Whoever that red head was he seemed to be a mighty turncoat. But the real fake cards belonged to the maid girl that had been with that guy that glared so strongly and a black hair and in starter leathers. His quite normal appearance for this world might in its self be the unusual thing for this event.

Sighing as Nari had passed him a page telling where sheds are both close for brushes and a little further if they wanted to take there names sake of spades and add rakes to help clean the parks. Well he had never lead a team before in game, hasn’t been partied in a group this large but what to do first in this position hmmm tell the group what they were doing? Sounds about right… what were we doing other than cleaning he hadn’t got the memo on that. To the votes, no that would take too long, this might be harder than he thought.

“Oki doki people we have work to do and an entire city to do said work in. Anyone got a preferred street or park to clean up. First to speak up after I finish can pick the spot, it’ll be quicker than voting on it. If no one picks It’ll be the closest park to the shed on here as I like parks but anyone with a street they actually choose to call home or will be calling home should have preference over that since parks will always have a lot of maintenance to them even after a clean up, street just need pruning once or twice, a wash and a scrubbing. So if you have such a street speak up and will go over there for cleaning.” He tried to say in his most authoritative voice but he knew that it had got weak in parts and he might have drifted more into a ranting voice, that’s life Bast guessed.

Bast looked at his group looking from eye to eye and was none the wiser as to what to actually say at this point, kind of wished he still had some beer to help clog those thoughts but are well real thinking would have to take place instead. “So the quicker someone says the street the quicker we can move to that street and work out the work load. Which means we can work out how much time we have to slack…off.” That last line was meant to be said in his head but he had said it anyway are well good enough speech any who. “Any questions on what to do can ummm” now looking directly into the eyes of the dwarf and his gender confusing clothes he questioned where he might be able to shrug off some authority…he meant distribute, yes Bast should remember to think like a managing body and then he might not make slip ups like his last one. “To one of the maids, or if there is anyone with housekeeper skill here they should probably take up the questions instead class levels working for them and all that.”

“We can do introductions on the way, and ehh whatever else we decide to converse about yeah, I’m Bast by the way nice to meet you.” And with that he started thinking on if he could get away with “Supervising” or at least “Supporting” the task with music, could his Speed Sword Etude speed up there attacks on dirt? And could he get away with playing a song the entire time rather than switching between musical activation if it worked and the task at hand. Hmm he would need to think on these matters. Though he felt he probably should work along side them at least till they are all work well and add the music mid section when it might be appreciated a little. With that in mind Bast waited for the reply of one of this party of ace spades to decide where they were going or if it was his decision of the park, he didn’t really mind.

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Tags: @0x1dea @dindeen Tobin Icyferno

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StatusDitched Ryuu again. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen So that happened... ...Caerbannog stared blankly at Narihama for a while. His card-drawing method of grouping people was a surefire way to create uneven teams, so apparently he made fake cards and fake-fake cards and spam and spam and bacon and eggs. Point is that Caer was confused for a while until it was cleared up that she was suddenly not a Heart but a Spade. She nodded at the half-naked dude and turned towards her team, but not before she hopped over to Kumori-oniichan. “Sorry for ditching earlier...” the samurai gave the assassin a quick hug and rubbed her cheek against his like a cat who was trying to appease or claim its human, “But I ditch you again! Bai bai!” And at that, the female wolf-hair turned towards the dwarf, picked him up by the waist and carried him overhead like a writhing sack of noxious potatoes, the very same ones that she and @0x1dea had gathered in Sarum before. She walked over to the guardian, who still unbeknownst to her was a Half-Alv, and put the dwarf who was apparently named Tobin (she should remember that) down by his side. The swashbuckler with the mage-sounding name was also in their group, as was the bard named after... an... Egyptian kitty goddess? So they had to pick a place to clean and give out introductions too. If she’d been grouped with just Bast and Icyferno, the samurai would not have known what to do especially since Ryuu was in the other group. But at least her guild mates were there, no matter how odd the half-ling was. Speaking of the half-ling, he had a British-ish accent so he probably knew more about the area compared to Kyuu who was a native of Germany. “I’m Caer and I like rabbits and cooking and long walks in MMORPGs,” was the girl’s introduction to the group which she followed with a curtsy. She looked at the guardian and then at the dwarf. Oxford’s accent did not sound British at all, so she figured that he was either a ‘tourist’ in that server or in real life, and knew little about London and Londinium. So really, they had to rely on the dwarf. Dammit. “Hum... Tobin knows this area, maybe,” Caerbannog said to the group and she nodded towards the dwarf. Their objective was to clean the city and so small-talk would probably play a part in the event. After all, it would be incredibly boring to just clean things on their own; their group was comprised of five members too, so if they tried to pair up, someone would be left behind. Caerbannog would prefer to be ‘left behind’ but she thought it rude to stray away from the group, and so she opted to stay. Looking to Tobin and then to Bast as they walked on, she waited for the dwarf’s suggestion and for more instructions, if any, from Bast. Oxford and Icyferno still had to have their say on the group’s destination, so she’d listen to that too. WC: 505 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Tobin]

(OOC: I thought I would do this as a bit of a magical mystery tour. Just let me know if you wanna move on and Tobin will likely know some of the major landmarks.)

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The dwarf came away from the selection process somewhat confused. False Cards? Did it mean that they really had no choice in the matter? Was the selection process necessary? Why did the author of this character hate writing introductions? Were they all hooked up to a machine that used them as living batteries while playing the images of a real lif... Wait a minute? That was probably true right now. He shuddered to even think of where the bodily wastes produced by his mortal frame was residing.

“Well I’m Tobin, comic relief, Brewer and Animal Tamer, so unless ya want me to get everyone hammered, I’ll be doin’ some physical labour.”

The dwarf shrugged off mental concerns of where the HMS Biscuit was being launched by glancing around the streets and responding. He had been to the City of London several times in the past as a child thus memories of the place lingered within the deepest depths of his memories. Such memories played on his mind like a playful mistress, stark bare in his mind one minute, the next minute gone as if he had woke up on the yielding pavement with no recollection of the night before, as well as an empty wallet and a pounding headache and a short sword of flexibility added to his inventory. Thus he would remember never to leave his drink unattended and as a life lesson everyone should drink responsibly, though that was a tad beside the point. Memories were a fickle entity that played tricks on the dwarf as though Tobin knew that nothing he saw was truly real, he still saw the buildings, the architecture and the streetlanes on every street that tugged gently at his heartstrings.

“Hum... Tobin knows this area, maybe,”

He brushed back his thick hair as he cast his gaze at the young woman, then looked up at the sky as he drew his small robe tightly around him, leaving a cleavage of dwarf flesh where the fabric didn’t meet.

“Well,’ ya I been here many summers ago. Well, been here a few times durin’ and after my childhood. Never really liked the place, too busy, too expensive, I mean seriously, ya had to pay £1.20 to have a leek in this place. Up north is more my fortay.” He nodded, the closest the dwarf had thus far came to talking about himself. “Well, if ya thinkin’ of locations, I got a few in mind. still, while Buckingham palace might be some way from here, I know an interestin’ place that will be a tad closer. Might as well turn it into a tour, I’mma right? ”

------Some Time Later -------

“Well, this is the place, I kind of thought ya would want to start with a place unique to here. Mademe Tussauds, a place where ya can see celeberties of times past. Well, at least their slightly more waxy, less plasty varients, fa free no less, gahahahh! And well Oxford street is just 10 minutes down thata way, which should take us down to some of the more familer local. And theres some theters down that-a way”

The dwarf boldly gestured toward the entrance of the place, though he hadn’t been in there himself yet, he had seen the iconic dome shaped building when he had been touring the city, though now it was in an obvious state of disrepair, with parts of the plastic dome having perished and caved in under its own weight and the door sealed with planks of wood. The drawf sighed as he ripped the door open after a few firm tugs, before stepping into the dusty entranceway, already seeing a few figures in the darkness, the only source of light on the ground floor being the doorway. He sighed as he pulled a touch out and lit the flame that illuminated the figures in this room with a faint waxy sheen, though some have endured time better than others.

“Basically ya can look but don’t touch anything, while this wax is probably better preserved then most celelbs, it’s probably aged considerably, last thing ya want is David Hasslhoff crumbling into ya hand, though I imagine that’s what some older ladies wanted.” He chuckled with a light amusement, but quickly continued. “Otherwise just dust this place up and throw any junk outside, the actual repairin’ can come later.”

The Dwarf then started to brush the fragments of debris with a bloom seemingly obtained from within the cloak, gathering it into a clump before sweeping it out of the door to deal with afterwards. This was mainly pieces of glass, wood and wax from those figures that had perished. There was a momentary pause before the epic cleaning montage could begin. A single question lingered on his mind prompted from the girl from Germany, he didn’t really know a great deal about those around him

“So, tell us a bit about ya selves, I didn’t think that many foreign players would want to join this British server. I mean if ya don’t want to say ya real name I can get that, just a bit curious on the people I be hangin’ with.”

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

Icyferno didn't voice his opinion out directly, but he somehow felt that Narihama had rigged the whole thing so that the groups would be split according to his own wishes. If it were up to him, he'd say that all of their cards were fake, it was only a matter of whose card Narihama wanted to expose.

Waving goodbye to Zante, he joined the Spade group as they moved out. He took an instant liking to Bast when he mentioned that they could slack off the sooner they were done with this. Someone who understands him! Unfortunately for him, he knew no one in this group, so he was kind of stumped on how he should proceed from here. Perhaps an introduction was in order, since everyone seemed to be doing it.

"Um, I'm Icyferno, a Pharmacist and Pathfinder." Well, that was an extremely awkward introduction. At least he got it out of his system, which should count for something, hopefully.

He'd never been to this part of London before, although Tobin seems to know the area, so he let Tobin lead the group to wherever he wanted to lead them to. As it turned out, Tobin led them to Madame Tussauds. Personally, he'd never been there before, which was kind of obvious since he had probably only been to this part of London once or twice. He had a friend who absolutely adored this place though, and he could never find the correct words to politely tell him to shut up.

That said, apart from the fact that it was a wax statue museum, he didn't really know much about it. Unless the Chamber of Horrors counted as something one usually didn't know about, but he doubted anyone who has been to the museum would leave without going through it once, considering it was such a well-known attraction in the museum.

He followed in after Tobin, looking around at the wax statues as he did so. The wax figurines were amazingly well preserved for the game's setting, although most had clearly seen better days. He'd never been here before, so he had no objections with cleaning the place up. A free tour couldn't be THAT bad, right?

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Word count: 368
Total word count (Pathfinder): 368
Notes: Well, that didn't turn out so bad, hopefully I'll have recovered by the next post so I can write moar.
Tags: Bast @dindeen Tobin @0x1dea

[Bast]

Bast followed Tobin into the Green domed building that now donned some nice plant life and stains both colourful and rusty. But the inside was well preserved if dusty, some of the wax models had seen better days but well the entirety of London had seen better days Bast couldn’t blame them for that. He wasn’t sure where to start or how to proceed here; he was more a natural history museum, Tate modern and West end tourist. He had never come in to Madame Tussauds while it was in more active times but that didn’t mean he couldn’t clean and play here.



“Well gang split up and look for clues…I mean clean right, yes, that’s what we’re doing here, take a mop and bucket or a brush…hehe [small] nearly forgot why we were here [/small]”



Feeling a little a bashed he just left that which he had been carrying here of the cleaning supplies and moved off hoping. To take a gander while he cleaned he head off in a random direction, ending up after some point of just brushing up and dusting what he could found himself with a a bunch of royals well he couldn’t help but sing a silly song not taking much notice of if anyone else was here or not he took out his harmonica to remind him of the tune and then continued cleaning while he sung “I’m Henry the eighth I am, Henry the Eighth I am, I am” he knew the song wasn’t about the royal Henry at all but it was a nice silly song by Herman’s Hermits, a song to annoy the whole family, gods it was nostalgic. He moved onto another song from his childhood as well he didn’t know who it was made by but it was produced for horrible histories and was named “Divorced, Beheaded, Died.” This was about King Henry and was written as if it was him singing it…how he still remembered all the lines about the six wives, such as the first verse about “Catherine of Aragon was one, she failed to give me a son. I had to ask her for a divorce. That broke her poor heart of course.” It wasn’t a very catchy tune but it had helped with the history exam on the subject so he didn’t really care too much…why it was still in his head was more the question. Singing it while making his voice try and enact the emotions of king henry in a over the top egotistical manner he enjoyed singing it while he finished cleaning up in there.



When he moved on to other rooms he continued to sing silly songs moving on to the film section he moved onto singing weird Al songs about certain movies…though for the life of him, he didn’t really pay much attention to the cleaning, So it was hard to tell if someone had already been through there or not, but he help the areas he cleaned a little just giving the tiniest spec as much effort and care to clean as an entirely stained and dusty corridor… It was hard to call what he was doing efficient but he was enjoying it even after he stopped voicing the songs he span them through his head just as well.



He hoped he didn’t seem too unsocial but he just didn’t really know what to do cleaning a building while he looked around at his own pace…so he went around cleaning at his own pace to do it.


Word Count: 589
Tags: @0x1dea Tobin @dindeen Icyferno

[Tobin]

(OOC: I found this hard to write. Sorry if it's terrible. XD)


Word Count: 1098

Being rather brisk the last post, and forgetting that most people didn't want to check over google, the dwarf thought it should be explained exactly what this place was. Basically it was a novelty wax place used to preserve the figures of famous people from the decades which had expanded greatly over time in wax. It primarily consisted of major movie actors, musicians and entertainment people, though it also extended to more novelty roles, such as super heroes, the royal family and comedians. It was a curious place to bring the adventurers, but on reflection it probably might have been better to bring them somewhere a bit more interesting first.

The dwarf started off by clearing up the initial, removing junk off the floor, some of it ceiling beams, plaster, and wax, as in certain areas it had melted, meaning he had to jab melted lumps several times to shatter them, though in the areas surrounded with darkness most of them had survived the test of time. The dwarf felt an object nudge his foot and, when he looked down he saw Sean Bean staring right up at him. His face staring back up at him where his statue had crumbled.

"Bahah, even in real life, Sean Bean dies in pretty much every appearance"

The dwart uttered, stowing "Wax Head of Sean Bean +6" in his inventory, pondering that it would probably be useful later, finishing the statue off with a sharp kick as it was likely ruined anyways. Who knows? Having his head might be a good luck charm during the harshest of battles, or at least something to chuck under a bus instead of himself, so to speak.

Still soon they had spread out the museum and soon grew bored; it was rather quiet as the last of the floor was dusted outside. He sighed at his handwork, though he had cleared it up, he didn't see much point in stripping the tiles of the floor out, likely someone more experienced would take on that role of repairing the structure so that the Easter eggs could be preserved. Yet he had some free time. A curious glance found that he had been the first to finish within the entrance hall, so he quietly slipped into another room, a little prank felt appropriate.

In one room contained the figures of the royal family, and with all the stealth that the fleshy cube could muster he slid up behind the queen and spoke softly and with a high pitched lilt after he glanced around the corner to confirm the person in the room

"Hello there child, you shall be appointed, by my soveran rule, to be the next ruler of Great Britain"

He then shuffled out of the room, chuckling under his breath. Though whether he was caught, was up to the person.

Next he departed to a room that contained super heroes and villains and stood up on a stand, drawing his cloak around him with, with an immature, heavy breathing, he stood up stock still on one of the taller platforms and, with a deep voice, spoke softly.

"[Insert Characters name here] I am your father, and ya mother was the worst I ever had. She dropped her pants and it looked like she had a wookie in a leg lock!"

At which point he burst out laughing and dropped the hollow head he had been using as an improvised helmit and provided to throw it in the improvised trash basket.

"I always wanted to do that"

With that fooling around done, the cleaning montage would be completed, at the very least the worst of the garbage would have been cleared so that when experts could get to work, if such a venture ever came. The dwarf sighed, that took considerably less time than thought.

“Well… Maybe it were a tad boring, I believ’ the one up in Blackpool were a bit better, if a pruid pool can last da test of time. Hehe”

He had to admit, making a party more fun was infinitely easier doing the same for a clean-up operation. The general quiet nature of this party was rather intimidating, since there was little he could do to the silence.

“Well, ya know what, if ya up for a quick carriage ride, I think I know a place that is under represented here…”

Some time later, they arrived at their destination. Buckingham Palace, what should have been the grand palace seemed rather disappointing in its appearance, the once stout walls of alabaster hadn’t fared well with the passage of time. At some point the walls had borne large ornate decals, that produced grand pillars in front of the Victorian themed building, inspired by designs in eras from the bygone roman empire. Now though, the outside was in serious need of disrepair, where there were once glass stood only eroded window frames to welcome the wind in. The roof had largely caved in, though the structure looked like It had endured it well, there were further buildings in similar disrepair that were the general living quarters for the family attendants. There was a rusted fence that ran around the complex, and at some point a fountain might have existed outside the crumbled main gates, though it had been torn apart by both nature and man.



Tobin sighed, you know what? Here’s an image, imagine it all ruined and stuff and call it a day. Now imagine, that might be an epic guild house sometime in the future, especially if redone in limestone. For the moment though, the dwarf looked distant, under the ruins he could see the grand building it once was, even though the royal family was a glorified tourist attraction. There was a welling within his eyes as he fumbled at the crumbing gate, the final bastion of defence long fallen to the elements and time.

“Ya know what… Just go on without me. I catch up in a moment, I just need ta think a moment.”

He turned, scrambling up the monument, he looked beyond at the overgrown garden that had once stretched out for a quarter mile, replaced now with dense greenery, with only the trees and the small lake being the clear identifying features that remained. There he just remained for five minutes, doing that silly emo thing that was a staple of less experienced players. No tears came as he contemplated the sight, he just needed the moment to take the reality in.

-Yeah, there is actually no punchline for this. Perhaps that in itself is mildly amusing.-

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StatusCleaned the Marvel Superheroes room. OOC Notes--- TagsBast Icyferno Tobin Apparently, their party consisted of 40% introverts, 40% extroverts and 20% AWOL. It didn’t look too well for the socialization end of RPs especially when Bast decided to run off on his own too, however their objective was not to socialize but to clean up the damn city. Caerbannog, who liked being around talkative people even though she herself was vehemently against speaking too much, was a bit disheartened at having to step away from the others when they arrived at the wax museum. She had nodded at the mage-named swashbuckler though and would be sure to remember his name, and similarly she nodded at Bast when he reminded the party of their objective. “I take this!” the girl exclaimed as she took one simple feather duster and a small brush with which she could probably clear desks or things. At that, the wolf-hair walked off into one of the hallways and headed into a room, soon finding herself amongst heroes from notable works of fiction. She stared up at some of them, having recognized the lot from still on-going comic books and some pretty old movies. Caerbannog began her cleaning works by dusting off some low desks and lightings on the wall. To that end, she used the small brush and only then realized that she’d just be throwing all the trash and dust onto the floor. But it was too late to turn around and grab a broom, so the girl just made sure to gather up all the dust and push it off one end of things only so that it would not clutter up the floor any further. “AAAA-CHUU-!” she sneezed right onto a table; the place really was filthy but hopefully, once they were done with it, it would look much better. The samurai moved on to one of the wax figures, particularly a man with funny hair and metal-like claws coming out of his knuckles. One of the claws had fallen off but the rest of the figure still looked fine and rather life-like even. Caerbannog glanced around at her feet to check if the missing claw was there and she indeed found it right on the floor. Carefully, the girl picked it up and placed it on the flat side of the small brush so that it would crumble, and then she put it on the table which she cleaned off. To dust off the clawed wax figure, Caer brought out her feather duster and carefully ran it against the nooks and crannies of the superhero. Afterwards, she turned towards a massive green figure that reached out to something in front of it. Such a large thing would take some time to clean and so Caerbannog wanted to start right away, but a booming voice that ridiculed her mother resounded through the room. The wolf-hair was quiet for a moment as she waited for the figure to finish his statement, after which she nodded and simply said ‘Sounds about right!’ With that conversation out of the way, Caerbannog began to clean up the Hulk first with her feather duster, but eventually with the brush once she ascertained that the figure would not crumble do easily. The wax figures in that room were dusted off and the tables were cleaned up as well, but the floor was still a mess. Someone would have to clean that up... not Caer’s problem though. Once done with what she was doing, the girl headed out to meet up with the party once again at which point, the token dwarf led them to a familiar place: Buckingham Palace. It looked horrible much like the rest of the landmarks in Londinium. For some reason, Tobin then wanted to be left behind. Did he had a problem or... “Hey! Hey! Whatchu doin’?” the wolf-hair pointed an accusing finger at the one who was leading their party around, as if he was doing something that was not allowed. If they were in the real world, the half-ling would have been told off by one of the guards but the guards of Elder Tale weren’t like those of the real Palace. Tobin could do whatever he wanted to that place as long as it did not involve harming other people. Caerbannog then checked the gate and wondered if she could open it. If it was locked, then she would probably have to use her portable key to open it up: the dwarf, of course. WC: 740|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

Icyferno picked up a broom and a duster before heading off into his own corner to work on things. While he could have used more cleaning supplies, he was not exactly the best cleaner on the server; he had no idea what half of the things were there for, although he had a general idea. Nevertheless, he settled on the two objects most familiar to him and quickly chose a place to clean up.

As it turned out, he happened to have chosen the culture section, which had much fewer wax figurines than the other rooms. Also, the room was noticeably smaller than the other rooms, which meant he had an easier time cleaning it as compared to the other Adventurers. Naturally, he didn't volunteer to go to another room, because why turn down easy work?

That said, cleaning was NOT a task he enjoyed, particularly so when the place in question was a dusty old museum which lay in ruins. The excitement he'd had when he first came here quickly faded and he found himself wishing that he could finish dusting the room as quickly as possible, although he simply attributed that to him not wanting to do any work.

After chucking fallen bits of masonry and wood to one side, he swept dust into his pile of rubble and focused on the wax statues. As he dusted them down with the duster, he noted the names of the famous people the status were modeled after. The passage of time had ruined some of them beyond recognition, but he could still make out the face on the statue of Madame Tussauds, which was surprisingly considering the fact that this statue was said to have been modeled by Madame Tussauds herself, which clearly meant that this statue was... old. Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't even know how he was supposed to feel about an ancient statue made of wax, so he moved on.

Fortunately, he was able to complete his cursory cleanup without breaking off anyone's hand or causing any statues to crumble, so he left his area more or less satisfied. He was actually pretty happy that he'd gotten that done and over with, that is, until Tobin decided to bring them to Buckingham Palace. Obviously, he did not realized that it would not be over with just that. Well, so much for slacking off, he thought glumly.

Speaking of Buckingham Palace, it was a huge building that hardly resembled what it once was in their own time. Like almost every other building around, it was in dire need of repair. A real shame, but there was nothing he could do about it, but Tobin seemed to want to linger around the entrance for a bit and gaze at the ruins of the Buckingham Palace. Hey, whatever suits him, as long as he still does his work.

While the idea of cleaning the palace itself posed a massive problem, there was another problem they to overcome first. The gate, which was locked, naturally, was still standing. The years had eroded most of the palace, but the gate still stood tall and strong, albeit with moss covering it.

He took a step back and looked up at the dusty windows above the gates. Technically, it was possible to leap up there with his Swashbuckler skills, but it was not like he could open the gate from behind. Also, pointing that out now might lead to him doing most of the work, so he didn't say anything about that. Instead, he asked Bast, "is there a back entrance we could use? Most places usually have one for employees or something along those lines."

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Word count: 616
Total word count (Pathfinder): 368 + 616 = 984
Notes: Still sick, but better.
Tags: Bast @dindeen Tobin @0x1dea

[Bast]

[OOC: Knowledge provided by Google maps, All hail the mighty powers of the maps of google and it's ability to view from the eyes of the streets.]

Bast thought about it Icyferno probably didn’t mean any of the other gates at this front entrance of the fence because they were plain as day, but again were just as likely locked as the one the maid lass was trying to get in by. So where else was there, all the random black doors around the wall of the garden, some how he felt those were probably less likely than these at least these ones were known to open for people. But 40 acres worth of garden maybe one of the gardeners had left a door open.



“Hmm well there is the Queens gallery it connects to the rest of the palace so they can swap out what they are showing of the sovereigns in there. No idea if it will be any easier to get inside that way or not though, the gallery might be accessible but the chances the way to the rest of the palace aren’t locked seems unlikely.”



After answering Icyferno to the best of his ability he wondered if they went that way if they would choose to clean the gallery first before entering or if it would be a nice walk round a slightly musky gallery a waiting in that direction. He thought it would be nice to just walk around the gallery not cleaning but not even he could really come up with a reason why, this tourist plan didn’t leave much to the slacking unless you made time during the time everyone was cleaning to do so.



He set the cleaning stuff he was carrying down, he couldn’t put it in his inventory as it wasn’t his cleaning equipment so that meant lugging it around where ever they went not the best part of the job but hey somebody had to do it. He thought back to his gander around the wax place and how he was pretty sure someone had stated in a high pitched but soft echo-e voice he would be the next ruler… sounded a ghastly idea who would want to have so many eyes watching every move they did, yet have no power to do anything with their “Rule”. He was glad that whoever was pretending to be the wax queen wasn’t the best actor or he might have hacked the queen and the persons head off to make sure whatever demon was trying to give him such a fate might perish or at least give him a good fight for Exp. Smiling his thoughts turned back to the present and how Caerbannog was still trying to get in and Tobin was doing some sort of thing on his own…not that he could hold that against the guy he had done the same in the wax place with a run off and clean…hmm maybe he should or Icyferno should mention the gallery method, or someone could have a go at climbing the gate.



He got himself sat more comfortably against the fence, if they heard, they would come, if Caerbannog finds her own way in good for her. He turned to Icyferno and offered him one of the sandwiches he took from Narihamas meet up earlier. “Take a load off for a bit Icyferno, we can head out as soon as Tobin has done his thing, till then we should have a break. No point getting too worked up with the cleaning after all this quest was meant for socialising as well. So which of the two maids made more impact on your eyes, the maid the city always wanted or the one Gotham deserved?”


Word Count: 598
Tags: @dindeen Tobin Icyferno @0x1dea

[Tobin]

(OOC: Bleh, forgive me, I just wanted to get in and rip stuff. Batman joke amused me.)

Word Count: 981

Here’s a riddle. What is a key that can open any lock, yet fits no lock?

Dwarf.

At least that’s the riddle he found himself contemplating as he lay on his back outstretched, looking back from whence he came from the cot of rusted iron concaved around him, the maids skirt he still wore seductively flopped down to cover his modesty pride. Of course, the gate had been rusted shut, though even in its time they were not made for durability thus a single firm hit from any of the adventurers could have forced it. That was the boring way of opening the gates and, while he had been quietly contemplating, a single hand had lifted him and propelled him like a missile. Leaving a trail of debris from where he lain, half way between the stairs and the ruined gate. Tobin took a deep breath and sighed as his improvised cage rocked back and fourth gently, despite the aches in his bones it was surprisingly comfortable.

-Well, that’s what I get for being a bitch-

The peace was disturbed by the closing lander guards. True to the history they wore the silly tall hats of fur and the royal guard red uniforms, a tradition that dated back to 1660. Perhaps they didn’t know precisely what their worn uniforms were worn for, since the nobles of this land were located elsewhere in, a side effect of a game including references to the real world within a separate setting.

Was the quiet muse that played on his mind, perhaps in his haste to post the author hadn't done quite an adequate job of leading them in. Tob may grieve, but the world had already moved on.

"Don't ya be worryin' guards, I just slipped." Canned laughter, winning smile inserted here. "We cleanup crew, ya need new gates, mind if we say 'ello to Lizzie?."

In any case He clapped loudly as he wheeled about and started walking up to the front door. He would leave the complaining Landers for someone else to deal with from his perspective they were not preserving it, but simply letting it rot.

“Ya might want to do that, but personally, I hav’ always wanted to kick the front door in, not like anyone lives here. BITE THE PILLOW LIZZIE, I’M GONNA BE RO…. Gah my hand!”

Inapproiate comments about the Queen notwithstanding, the door looked fairly sturdy, though if the rest of London was to go by it wouldn't be sturdy at all. With a firm punch he intended to open it forcefully, it didn't budge. He threw a second punch, it didn't budge, a splinter was a fine reward. He kicked it. Still no movement and, in fear of being thrown at an unyielding object for the second time today, he tried the handle.

“Oh, it opened. A bit of glaze will covar tha’ up. Right?”

Needless to say the dwarf was not so much walked in as slid in, being thrown was starting to become a normal aspect of locomotion for the fleshy biped. The place looked like it hadn’t been inhabited for a long time; the dust trail kicked up by the dwarf dimmed the light.

“Hey mother! We ar' home!... At this rate Caer ya might want to wrap me up in those fur hats, pick me up and dust this place. Might be quicka that way.”

Of course, that was merely in jest. The broad Halfling rolled back onto his feet and immediately grabbed the ruined carpet and began to rip it up. The palace had a similar stark appearance to the exterior, though being within the building it had fared considerably better from the passage of time. Faded white walls were contrasted by a dim red and tarnished gold’s of the trim. The carpet that had seen better days, so would likely have to be ripped up if it was to be refreshed. There was a ramp that lead to a beautiful staircase, with faded pictures and a shattered glass dome, though that had long since failed, thus the area stank of stale water. Despite the obvious state of disrepair, it still retained a glimpse of the grandeur, of a dignified society that had once been long ago.

Oldies He had that distant, watery gaze that seemed to peer through the illusion of damage, not just here but through every street he walked through. A song played through his head that bore strangely reminded him of London; he felt it was somewhat curious, though it was simply the song Dwarf he had really loved back when he visited the big city, he was tall, even then.

“I visited here once, many summers ago.” The dwarf mused loudly, to everyone, no one in particular. “With my parents to visit my grandparents, her’ in London. They didn’t live here obivously, just, it reminds me.” The dwarf covered eyes with a hand as he one of the pillars bore his weight, tears wasn’t something that came easyto certain types of men that carried pride in being infallible, and emotional fortress. But even the stones can cry during monsoon season. The hic of the cup was soon replaced by a chuckle as he withdrew the hand from his face and flicked away the distilled manliness, drawing satisfaction as the noise of ripping carpet filled the air as he yanked up with his muscular wombats.

“I tell ya, I hated the city then, too crowded, so costleh that it cost £1.20 to have a dump and this tourist attraction of glorified inbreedin’? They weren’t even British, why do you think they had Diana? They were having serious genetic issues. Lovely woman though, and they were likeable enough for the charity work, during an age of unlikeable political pricks. Oh an’ her last son were from a different seed, nevar told anyone that, did ya lizzie? Gahahah!”

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StatusGot a fluffy mop. OOC Notes--- TagsBast Icyferno Tobin In retrospect after the gate was opened, Caerbannog realized that she could have just knocked or, better yet, just ripped the metal gate off of its hinges. But where was the fun in that? It was definitely not as fun as her bonding time with the half-ling. And so she approached the dwarf nonchalantly even as lander guards approached, but not before she waved for the other two adventurers Icyferno and Bast to follow them in. Caerbannog did not like the nosy lander guards for they got in the way of their cleaning activities. So very rude! So she tugged at the sleeve of the guard who was closest to her. “I don’t like you,” the wolf-hair said to the man when he turned to her, her face expressionless. The lander laughed at the Caer Bear in a maid outfit, unmindful of her level because they were in the city and he was so sure that the guard system would protect him. While Caerbannog was not keen on killing anyone especially not landers and their stupid singular lives, threatening people who she thought were rude to her was not beyond the girl. “I’m Caerbannog,” the samurai held out a hand for the lander to take and though he raised an eyebrow at her, the man reached out for a handshake. But a handshake was not what he received; instead the lander was inflicted with a case of crushed hand, “And I can break your bones without drawing my weapon. Give me your hat.” The man made a grotesque face as the bones of his hand slowly splintered and tore apart from the pressure of Caerbannog’s right hand grip, and that wasn’t even her stronger hand. But the girl realized that she seemed rude, and so she let go of the lander and rephrased her request. “Give me your hat. Please.” she said with a wide smile on her pretty face. Soon enough, the samurai followed the dwarf into the building with a tall, fluffy hat in her hands. When the half-ling paused, the girl put the hat upon his head and proceeded to clean the place with her newly created Dwarf Mop. But of course, she would be extremely gentle and Caer-ful to the old things and furniture of the Palace. To the dwarf though, maybe not so gentle; in any case, he’ll live. And after the harrowing ordeal, she would give him some cool iced mint tea from her inventory. WC: 410 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

Icyferno had not an answer to Bast's strange question, so he simply said, "Um, the maid the city deserved?" He knew it was a batman reference, but seriously, how did he warp the question until it made no sense? He wasn't even sure if he made the right choice, although he couldn't even tell which maid was the one he had just referred to.

It seems their gate problem was quickly solved with the use of Tobin the gate opener. The lander guards in the vicinity guarding the place were none too pleased and quickly came over, but were quickly dispatched by Tobin, who claimed that nothing had happened. Icyferno raised a brow at the scene. Why were there even lander guards around here in the first place? National monument or not, it was currently just another ruined building in a ruined city, who would pay to keep watch on it? Shrugging, he decided to follow the crew in and leave the mystery of the lander guards behind. However, before they moved forward, Caerbannog took the hat off one of the guards by asking him after crushing his hand in a handshake. Note to self: Never shake hands with Caerbannog, you never know if your hand would survive the ordeal.

It was certainly a bizarre experience for him as he watched Caerbannog put the lander guard's hat on Tobin and proceeded to use Tobin as a Dwarven mop. He steered clear of them, not wanting to get in the way of Caerbannog and her mop. He certainly did not want to find out if there was anything more about Caerbannog he should be wary of. Basically, it all boiled down to keeping his distance from what he thought was a nightmare come true.

He poked his head into one of the rooms on the first floor and stepped inside, covering his nose with his sleeve as he stirred up a great deal of dust. A thought fluttered through his mind. There is no way I could clean up this place with just a broom and a duster!

He was tempted to just leave the room, but Caerbannog was outside so it might not be a good idea. Instead, he took a closer look at the room. Despite what the passage of time had done to it, he was fairly certain he had stepped into a waiting room of sorts. Two long and dusty brown sofas, if he could even call it that, sat opposite each other with a moth eaten wooden table in between in the center of the room. The windows were grimy with dirt, and Icyferno had nothing to wipe it with since he had not thought to take a cloth from Bast.

Ignoring the windows, he went to work sweeping away what he could to the sides of the room, then dusted the furniture although it didn't seem to do much. Then again, he had only spent a few minutes cleaning, it might actually work if he actually put his back into it. Obviously he should have prepared a wet cloth, although it would have been a pain to keep changing the water. Well, it seemed he was sort of done with the guest room, perhaps he should go look for the bedroom? Hopefully, there would be something interesting in one of the cupboards.

~

Word count: 566
Total word count (Pathfinder): 368 + 616 + 566 =1550
Notes: Pretty much just posting to keep the flow going again, don't mind me... In search of the bedroom for the lulz, feel free to join me or something.
Tags: Bast @dindeen Tobin

[Bast]

[OOC: Sorry my mind wasn't in the best mood today for some reason so when trying to come up with fun I got this...well It was interesting to write at least hehe]

So sandwich time was to be cut short, he munched on it while he dragged the utility equipment around…not that anyone needed it seemed Caer had threatened a lander guard out of his hat with a hand crushing that had made Bast unsure if it would call imperials down for dealing damage…it didn’t, but as he entered to see her handy work he saw Tobin was not simply a doorknocker but a mop when the need arose. Still munching on his sandwich he glanced around for icy he’d disappeared as well, there goes his idea that they should probably stick together for this one being so large and not being built for wandering aimlessly to in fact lead you to the exit like the previous commercial show building was. Ah well he would turn up at some point…eventually.



He wanted to come up with some conversation to contribute to this cleaning but couldn’t fully think of anything while watching the dwarf as he was used to clean the area, in fact Caer and Tobin were doing an amazingly fast job of it, or maybe bast just worked slow he couldn’t tell. Well he would think of something to talk about at some point during this endeavor but while he did he would do some cleaning. As they cleaned through the corridors he noticed a living room and decided he would have a look around, he wanted to see if the monarchy had any board games and so played or not. To him owning games was a sign of happy living after all paintings and statues were great cultural intakes but not really anything to interact and create happiness with as much as some can bring an embrace of a feeling. He didn’t spot any not even a pack of playing cards with a quick skim round…he didn’t want to lose the other two so left the room to go after them.



As he caught up with the two maids he had a question to ask actually while looking at them two but he felt asking her if she liked the view she had while holding a small man in a skirt like that didn’t feel to him the best question to ask, why that hadn’t come to mind earlier would dwell in the more corrupt parts of his mind to query himself later for now…he would ask the question he had been thinking of as he left the living room:



“Can I ask you a personal question you two…Did you play many games in your old life other than have the decision to play this one? Most seem to pick up a game like this for an escape and well now that our lives are that of the games…what do you do to escape this one? I like games, games of chance everything living on the wager, games of sport everything upon the skills and strengths but I didn’t bet as much there as I do here…So I guess my real question is what do you play here in comparison to there? Reality has always been a game now more so than ever but what you do for fun now…ahh I’m getting back in to dreary thoughts again. I really need a game to play or a drink I’m not sure which hehe.”



He started to feel he was rambling and that what had been in his mind a happy question had become a sadder tone in his head…how he did this to himself so often. He tried to listen for their answers but just like his previous question to icy he wasn’t sure if the answer would mean anything or that he…or in fact they, understood. He waited thinking of a quote by Gary Gygax about how games gave you a chance to excel but in good company you don’t mind losing for it’s the enjoyment of the company that mattered… Bast hoped he was in good company for he wasn’t sure he knew the rules to the game he was trying to play here and that can have dreadful consequences, he smiled and hoped for the best.


Word Count: 689
Tags: @dindeen Tobin Icyferno

[Tobin]

Word Count: 600

Perhaps the dwarf had known this was inevitable, that he would be used as a cleaning implement during this important mission of restoration. Not only that, but he also had very important bits of advice for the girl as she wielded him. Stated very loudly one might note.

"Ahhh yeah, I'm getting really dusty now, but remember, ya got ta get in dem nooks and crankys and really push me in ta get it clean, push lass! We will hav' this place sparklin' in neytime if ya keep dis up! GAH MY EYE, please be gentle Cear! I’m not indestructible, ya loony!"

Dirty dwarf. Quite literally now. It was probably just as well that innuendo was likely one a language she hopefully couldn't understand. That being said the technique was certainly effective, now drawn out of self-moping he wielded a sheet of carpet in each hand, rubbing as she rubbed him (wink) against various rough surfaces, tripling the cleaning power! That being said the other two shouldn't feel too concerned, as the dwarf looked like an utter tool while doing it, with more up skirt shots of dwarf then most anime dared to wish for. Eventually the immediate ordeal of clearing the main hall out ended and the dwarf was deposited on one of the crumbling chairs, naturally it caved in, but compared to cleaning was distinctively comfortable. The mint tea was accepted with a smile and a nod of thanks, though the dwarf paused to close a nostril as he blew dust out, not even bothering to clear out his now slivered hair.

"Thank ya, Nothin' lik' good 'ard work. Tha' were nothin' like good work. Bahaha! hack gahhhh snort."

The breath left in a slivery dust as he sighed, his gaze turned to Bast’s question, he didn’t speak immediately, and it would take him half a minute to start to answer, partly because he found the format of the question confusing, more like three distinctly separate questions rather than one he could answer in a single sentence.

“Ya sure it one question? Want me ta give ma measurements while I’m at it?”

The dwarf laughed, obviously not being serious about that one. The other part was that he considered how much exactly he wanted to give away about himself, easpically as Icy had largely kept to himself so far, not an major issue though he needed to Thaw a little.

“Real life? A fur few, First person shooters, Real Time Stragery to name a few. I lik’d games that were about fast wits and pullin’ the clutch shots. Always liked the competitive, fast pace of games like that, quick decisions, huge decisions, really gets the mind goin’. This was second MMORPG I ever played.”

The dwarf’s eyes seemed to gaze around the grand haul, there were many less grand rooms that could be tided though a curious thought seemed to dance in his mind.

“Here? I try parlour to pass time, monk makes it fun to run. I am thankful for my iron body. I also play flight simulator, best time 6 seconds continuous flight. Besides, we all need drink. I luv drinkin’ games, aren’t dat right? Cearie? ‘nd cha self, Bast?”

And with that, the dwarf tore up two more sheets of carpet, wrapped himself with them and picked up a handful with each hand, and silently resided himself, by now the sky was starting to tinge with a touch of gold. How time flies when having fun, the kind of fun you have with a mop and bucket.

“So, how muc’ more should we do then?

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StatusTsun-tsun, dere-dere. OOC Notes--- TagsBast Icyferno Tobin Caerbannog was having quite a nice time with her new weapon-tool-creature, the Dwarf Mop. She had all but forgotten about the unwanted view that the flipping skirt afforded, though the scene might have seemed strange if seen from a third person perspective. She noticed that Icyferno had gone off to a different room but Bast decided to stick around the odd yet merry duo, and the bard even thought to ask a rather depressing question. Or, well, it would have been depressing if he had asked anyone else, but this is Caerbannog that we’re talking about. “No game, no life,” was the samurai’s initial answer. As she thought more about the question, the more it made sense. Kyuu did in fact use video games as a means to escape her daily life, most especially when her family situation deteriorated. With that one question asked by someone who was all but a complete stranger, Caerbannog realized how she had been living the game all that time. She stopped what she was doing and soon set the dwarf down, allowing him to rest and have his iced mint tea in peace. The girl found an empty seat which was bearably clean; she patted her skirt down and sat upon the soft cushion properly. “I live more here, I guess,” the wolf-hair scratched her chin a bit, “Because there is no game in a game, I live the game.” Did that even make sense? To her, it did. Caerbannog did have her early moments of confusion but she got over those, mostly due to the help of her older friend. But even without his help, soon she was able to find her way and truth be told, the wolf-hair had not stopped to ask the meaning of life and such things ever since she got sucked into the game turned reality. “Elder Tale is…” Caer tilted her head a little, “Fun. I guess? I just did things like punch newts to death or fight golems or kill a field boss and then I got levels and items.” In the real world, doing such things quickly and consistently would have been considered a grind, but Caerbannog did not feel that at all. Maybe it was the company that she kept, or her random sightseeing trips, or the good food that filled her stomach courtesy of her own capable hands. Whatever it was... “I didn’t really have many friends in the real world. My one friend was only Kumori,” she admitted, “But here, I guess… things were easier because I met good people. Like Scoria and Capsule and @0x1dea and…” The wolf-hair momentarily stared at the half-ling. She did not want to admit it, but the funny thing about Caerbannog was that she had the urge to not be rude, and the urge to keep a clean conscience which led to her being unable to tell an outright lie or deny a truth. Caer then looked at Bast as she finished her sentence. “…and I guess the dwarf too.” Though she usually ignored his antics and pretended that they never happened, Caerbannog was rather fond of the half-ling’s jolly nature. She simply nodded at him and Bast when the dwarf asked as to where they should head off next, since the wolf-hair did not care so much as the place but rather she cared only for the company. B-but it’s not as if she’d ever say that out loud! You stupid reader! WC: 575 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

After poking his head into several rooms, he realized that there were tons of bedrooms. Fortunately, he found the one he was looking for after a few tries, which was the one the Monarchs of the past used. Unexpected, all of the furniture in the room was cleaned, and even the windows were not covered in grime and appeared to have been wiped recently.

What took him entirely by surprise, however, was the horizontally challenged middle-aged man dressed in a fine clothes sitting on an old chair by what appeared to be a dressing table reading a book. The old man, obviously a lander by his status, merely glanced up at him before setting aside his book on the table. "Who are you?! Why did my guards let you in?!" he began in a shrill, haughty tone. "Don't you Adventurers know it is rude to enter before knocking? And what are you doing, are you one of those Adventurers I've heard about going around cleaning up the city, here to clean the palace?"

Surprised, he simply replied, "uhh, yeah. We didn't know there was anyone around though..." The old man simply sneered at him, "Hah! And that is what separates us nobles from peasant Adventurers like you! You see," gesturing to the room, he continued, "only a fine man like me can truly appreciate the beauty of this room."

THAT got on his nerves. Dealing with the People of the Land was always troublesome, because both parties were often wary of each other. However, this lander was clearly stepping out of line. His next lines were forced out with a certain feeling called anger in it. "Well, SIR, if you are as sophisticated as you say you are, perhaps you might realize the situation you're in right now." He concentrated mana at a point of space in front of him, and one of the swords he had kept in his inventory for the event materialized in that spot. "If I were you, I would be careful about my next words."

The man's expression quickly changed from smug to fearful, as though he hadn't noticed until Icyferno pointed it out. "GUARDS!" He shouted loudly, stumbling out of his chair. "HELP ME!"

He must be talking about the lander guards outside the palace just now. At least that explains what they were doing there. Terribly bad at job though, leaving their employee without a guard outside the room he was in. "Oh yea, I forgot to mention, but some other Adventurers have already dealt with them."

If the fat man was pale before, he was probably white from fear now. "I'll... I'll get you Adventurers for this!" He shouted as he made a dash for the door. Icyferno didn't stop him, but simply let him pass. Hurting him would complicate matters later on. Besides, at least he had his servants clean this particular room, which kind of saves him the trouble. Heck, they probably did a better job than he could have done anyway. Shrugging to himself, he returned the sword to his inventory and left the room. Were the others still in the central area? He should check back before they left without him.

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Word count: 533
Total word count (Pathfinder): 368 + 616 + 566 + 533 =2083
Notes: I have no idea what I was doing in the previous post... Also, whether you want to fat man to run pass you guys is entirely up to you.
Tags: Bast @dindeen Tobin

[Bast]

Bast felt happy with both peoples answers Tobins poke at his one question was justified Bast never found it easy to only ask ONE Question, really asking if you could ask a question in its self was a question if not a personal one…but that be the life of Bast the rambling bard, gladly that title was made up and would never be spoken. Though when he heard parlour he thought board games and charades? Then he rewound the sentence in his head with the added information and knew it was Parkour or Free-Running and felt sheepish for the first thought, glad that no one was a mind reader here. Were they? No he was a monk and a samurai no one even dealt mind attacks…but he might be try rereading through the magic attacks in the game to check if anyone could, it seemed unlikely but it did make him shiver, the idea of a skill that was meant for reading opponents message boards used to read minds, he didn’t think there was a skill in this game like that but a scary thought in its self…He had got side tracked again, in his own head at that, he tried to move his thoughts along as the author also tried to get his thoughts in check as well.

He both liked Caers statement of her way of life and felt it was wrong in small ways, there were always games even in this world you could play tag, card games and anything that could be done with your bodies or paper and pen… you could likely make dice as well. But the Idea that this world with its added rules and parameters was a lot more fun than the management and free reign of reality, that one didn’t even have an objective set…actually neither did this one really huh…MMO end game content was always the clinchers.

“I used to play a lot of games from rock, paper, scissors to weird prototype stuff we made each other on the oculus rift…mine were never very well finished and more just pretty stuff. What I do Here is drink, bet, walk, kill monsters and twiddle about with breaking things a part left around London so I can try and learn to make them. Really I’m trying to find what I want to do with this life in this world, hadn’t worked it out there haven’t worked it out here…go figure.”

He felt that answered what his own question back he had started forgetting exactly what he had asked some parts of him wished he had the ability to look back at what he had said like in a forum but only the author could do that. And he had rambled a lot in that question, he wish he had made it simpler on himself…and the others he guessed.

“Guards!”

“Guards?”

“Help Me!”

“That’s not Icy’s voice is it? Why would it matter if there were guards inside as well…unless there was a monarch here… Has anyone actually been in here before to check if anyone lived here? We should probably see what’s going on down there next.”

Bast started moving towards the yells then turned around remembering the equipment he had stopped cleaning with he went back to collect and drag that along with him, no point coming back for it, well unless they continued cleaning the place.

“Anyone remember when if he actually mentioned we should meet up again after this cleaning job? No neither do I. Guess whenever you guys are happy with how much you have cleaned we head on to the park scan if anyone’s around and if not go someone where with good food or drinks or both if someone knows a good spot for that. But lets deal with whatever the shouting is about first shall we.”

When Bast reached the central parlour he saw a fat man run through the hallway to the exit and then Icy enter.

“Welcome back to the group…what was that all about?”

Hearing a lot more yelling when the fat man reached the courtyard even some curse words, that man was by no means a figure head of the jolly stereotype that fit his shape though he had the waddling movements combined with his running so he ticked a few boxes in Bast's books for stereotypical appearance.

“Do I want to know the answer to my previous question?”

The yelling about why the guy wasn’t in full uniform made Bast think of what Caer and Tobin had done to the man’s hat and thought better than to ask them to return the hat…at least in its condition at the moment that wouldn’t likely help things. So he sighed and queried mainly to himself, “Did no one ever tell that man to look on the bright side of life?”

Word Count:808
[OOC: Not sure if my breakage of the 4th wall was useful but it was fun.Not sure where to head with this, how much touring if any do people want to do anymore or do something with this fat man and guards invasion or bring to a close...any ideas?]
Tags: @dindeen Icyferno Tobin

[Tobin]

(OOC: I'm not really all that interested in fighting here. I don't feel it would add anything meaningful. So in true fastion the Dwarf is going to run. XD It's been a fun thread! So might as well have this end on a high! Though if ya have any ideas, I'm open)

Word Count: 816

Tobin's gaze was only half open as he listened to the talks. Not out of a sign of disinterest, but it was an old habit that the dwarf did when otherwise unpreoccupied to mostly close over his upper lid to show only the lower half of his eye. It also came off as a bit thuggish, the Tobin of Christmas past remembered that in the real life people had found that gaze intimidating, a subconscious challenge when really most of the time all he wanted to do was eat and not be called out to pointless groupie meetings where all they talked about was drinking.

The dwarf took another sip of tea as he listened to Caer's talk about herself, perhaps more than he had ever heard before. It was certainly a unique way of thinking about things and probably contributed to her strength. No bull about doubts or life, just threw herself in and earned exp. The dwarf's stare fell directly on the Samurai as he was gifted the closest statement to a compliment he had heard! It lingered for a moment. His reaction? he tipped his head back and let a soft laugh erupt, the shaking motion liberated dust from his body. He couldn’t believe she had said anything pleasant about him, so the shock was apparent!

"Ahahaha! Good one Cear! wait, ya serious?"

There was a momentarily pause as he scratched the back of his head, Tobin wasn't good at dealing with compliments so the terse return comment was short but a well intended response with none of his usual rubbish.

"Thank ya lass, I appreciate that."

Indeed out of some misguided gesture of being grateful he would reach over to pat her on the shoulder gently. Needless to say, he may well be involved in demolition of a singular wall.

After that had passed he listened to Bast’s story with some interest, though in all honesty he found his speech hard to follow, as he often found new tangents to explore. Not something he necessarily found irritating, just impossible to really comment on in any great detail. Then again Tobin felt that he was being an asset by listening, to enable him to get to grips with his own struggles in this world of endless possibilities.

“Aye, well, before I even adventured, darts was a past time. Nowadays, I just wanna entertain."

The dwarf just nodded, and took a sip of tea of +1 unspilling. Ice dragon ruffling up mysterious fat man? He took another sip of tea. Bast suggested they should do something about it? He put the teacup to his mouth and downed the rest of it.

“Good tea, dis, perha’s I mak’ somethin’ like this later.”

Yes, valuable contribution Tobin. In all seriousness though, he never really got why certain breeds of Lander were so stubborn. If he owned the place, surely he would have kept it in a better state of repair? Were Landers merely tools to wield at the adventurers disposal? He went to sip again only to find his cup was empty. A sigh escaped his lips.

“Realleh, I’m all about the strin’ theory and all, but I’mma not really inta main’ dis a fightin’ thread. I’m a gentle man. Honestly, fightin' here would do nothing but make things messy.”

“But anyway, I dun’t think he wanted us back ther’, I mean, we covered a fair bit of ground taday, just a pity big O couldn’t be ‘ere, it was showtime. Still, at least through this event, we earned a good discount, n’ a fun enough time. Ahahah!”

Tobin sighed deeply. It had been an amusing tour, but it seemed as good as time as any to call it here. Especially since the guards seemed to be taking an interest that was rather peculiar for an apparently abandoned palace. Apparently there were some who actually gave a toss about the royal palace being cleaned!

“If life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. Well my dear comrades, by the sounds of things we been havin’ a bit too much fun. Lets conclude by statin’ tha’ this were a serious documentary about preservin’ the royal heritage of da royal family, ‘n’ Sean Beans wax head. Let’s book it! Pip pip, tally ho, ‘nd away!”

On the assumption that he wasn’t then subsequently launched by or carried out by Caer by this point, the dwarf would proceed to run for it. Creating a dwarf sized hole in a window, and rusted fencing as he proceeded to take the most direct route out. Those unfortunate enough to be below to test Scottish skirt wearing legacy would suffer from temporary blindness from the masculine sight. Needless to say, the royal guards would be more or less happy to see the fleshy cube go. By the way he is, wearing, underpants.

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StatusExit with dwarven implement. OOC Notes--- TagsBast Icyferno Tobin It seemed that Icyferno had gone off on an adventure by himself and after his short quest had brought back quite a gem to the Cleaning Party: a lander that they could harass. Surely, Scoria would have had a grand time bullying such a fellow using all his high-level courtesan glory, but between the bard, two maids and even the swashbuckler himself, 50% of the team already wanted to bail. Tobin, for his own reasons because dwarf. Caerbannog, because she wanted to punch the lander’s face but she knew that it would not end well. The wall would probably end up messier than when they arrived, and then their effort would be all for naught. But why in the world did the gentle Beast want to punch the lander’s head off? It was because he was rude. The adventurers were minding their own business and merely were participating in the cleaning event when all of a sudden; landers who apparently had not heard of the organized cleaning were all over their faces. Caerbannog had even gone through the trouble of wearing a maid outfit and the dwarf had done the same, but the landers did not seem to appreciate that at all! The guard from earlier even seemed to be grumpy about his hat, or maybe because of his crushed hand, but either way the hat was used to clean the place up so why was he looking so upset? “I don’t like you,” the samurai pouted at the lander that Icyferno dragged in. She then waved to everyone else except for the dwarf, “Ja, mata ne!” And at that, the wolf-hair picked up the half-ling by the back of his maid outfit and threw him at a perfectly intact window. Afterwards, the window was not perfectly intact anymore. Caerbannog was, however, sensible enough to throw the dwarf not-face-first so as to avoid getting his mug destroyed. Tobin’s skirt fluttered in the wind revealing teddy bear print underwear, probably something that came with the maid outfit; that, or he had eccentric taste. Once the window was destroyed, Caerbannog jumped through it, put the dwarf over her shoulder and then she ran off into the sunset never to be seen again... until her next thread. WC: 370 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

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As it turned out, the wealthy lander he had chased out of the room ended up meeting the others as he made for the door. Fortunately, all of them had the sense to not beat up the lander, which would, as mentioned before, make things complicated because it would strain the relationship between People of the Land and Adventurers, blah blah blah...

So they let him escape through the front doors, and moments later they heard enraged shouts from the lander as he reprimanded his guards and stuff. Caerbannog decided it was time to hightail it out of here, so she threw Tobin, the Dwarf gate opener turned mop turned window smasher, through a window and followed after him.

"Well, Bast," he began. "It seems the odds are stacked against us, considering the guards could probably overwhelm us with numbers. And it's not like they're all level one too." Gesturing to the broken window, he continued, "It would be in our best interest to follow Caerbannog's escape route, then check back at the park before leaving."

Without waiting for a reply for Bast, he hopped through the broken window just as the guards stormed the entrance, one of them noticeably missing a hat and cradling a broken arm with his weapon sheathed, not drawn as his allies had done. The lander guards spotted both of them and shouted for them to halt as they advanced quickly.

"You coming?" Was the last thing Icyferno said before he followed the path of destruction set out by Caerbannog.

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Word count: 255
Total word count (Pathfinder): 368 + 616 + 566 + 533 + 255 = 2338
Notes: I think we can claim this thread for the event after Bast posts.
Tags: Bast @dindeen Tobin