Sewing With Aeon [Open][Crafting]

[Aeon]

Making Soft Blanket, using 3 materials post 1 (2 cheap fabric and 1 cheap thread)

Aeon was sitting in a silent corner of London when he decided to set to work on trying to make himself a few things, having spent 50 gold on buying cheap materials, he felt like he would have a go at doing some tailoring

Aeon set to work needle and thread in hand, he began by turning over the edges of the fabric rolling them lightly before running through the edges turning them over into small rolls, as he passed the needle through the fabric it found a gap in the cheap fabric, passing into his thumb.


He mumbled to himself, “Damn cheap stuff, if this was better quality this wouldn’t happen”


As he worked his way around the perimeter of the fabric continuing to roll it over creating a border of fabric over, this eventually made a stood up area around the perimeter of the fabric.

He thought to himself, “if I’m thinking right surely trapping air in two layers of fabric should help contain optimal heat for the person using it”.


A few ideas sprung to his mind of what things he could do with a blanket maybe he could try modifying it into a sleeping bag or maybe a cloak with a cowl.


He continued his labour on the first section of fabric trying to strengthen any gaps with offcuts and trying to make it as good as possible for storing and keeping in heat.


For surely the worst death in this world would literally be to freeze to death.


Word Count: 253

[Aeon]

Second Post Making Soft Blanket Continued

Continuing with his work to make a Blanket, Aeon took the second piece of fabric and began as he did before following the same method of turning over the perimeter edges of the fabric and making small rolls before threading them through to try to keep them together.


After completing this section, he did also as before with off cuttings, he began work on patching up any gaps or weakened spots in the fabric to try to make it as strong as possible.


He believed that if he was ever going to use this as a trade he would have to try from the beginning to make things to the best quality he could with the few things he had.


As he brought both pieces together, matching up the rolls alongside, he could notice in a few spots some of the thread had started to try to break apart from itself.


As he threaded through to connect up the pieces of fabric, he took priority with the remains of his thread to make sure these areas were doubled over to help increase the lifespan of his creation.


He hoped it wouldn’t fall apart in a couple of days hoping it would at least last a month and that would be short, but at least by then he could have tried to work on better items that would last him longer than this would.

After finishing threading it together, he held it up looking at it, it was kind of like the blankets that his Nan had.

“I guess old memories come through in your creation” he thought to himself

Word Count: 269

[Aeon]

Research attempt, using 2 materials + soft blanket (once approved) (1 cheap silk and 1 cheap thread)

Aeon looked at his blanket, he thought to himself. “I’ve just make myself a blanket, but I haven’t got a backpack, how am I meant to stop this getting stolen if I can’t carry it around with me”.


His earlier idea sprung back into mind, “yes” he thought “a cloak could work maybe use some thread for the cord id need to at least triple it over but I could tie it on and off and silk to make a hood should at least provide me with rain protection”.

Looking up into the sky he wondered, does this world actually have rain.


He set to work unravelling a piece of silk from his small brown bag of materials he had bought from the people of the land.


First he threaded areas of the silk so that it would cowl over his head to provide cover, strengthening them with double stitching.


Before attaching the base of the hood by doubling over the edge and sowing it into the fabric of the blanket.


As he finished attaching it he gave it a quick pull before doing a stitching over at each end, just in case.


Before finally using up the last of his thread to make two thread cords which he put through the top corners of the blanket.


Now if my theory is correct this will act a cool accessory for me during my hunts as well as a blanket at night to keep myself snug and warm, hopefully some of the other starter players I’ve seen around might have interest in a raggedy cloak.


Word Count: 264

[Kris]

Walking aimless around the streets of London, Kris was enjoying his free time as he took in the soft breeze that could be felt across his face as he walked. Recently, he was caught up in quite a number of wacky events in battle thanks to some of his new friends, and also obtained new friendships as they forged a bond through battle, random meetings and even one with a giant explosion. In addition, he recently took up some part-time jobs as a way to get to know the intricate details of how the People of the Land were, such as their personalities, histories, and in the process of learning about them hopefully he could discover additional secrets that were not in the game description. Possibilities, possibilities, endless possibilities. As he walked, he noticed a familiar figure sitting in a corner of the street, and he increased his pace to meet up with the said individual.

"Hey, Aeon. Been a while," greeted Kris merrily, though in actual fact they last met not too long ago. He cocked his head to one side, watching Aeon do his work. "What are you making? Your sub-class is... Tailor, is that some kind of new Tailor type of cloth design?" asked Kris, after pausing for a moment to look at Aeon's status window which popped up in front of him. He wasn't all too familiar with the game yet, so there was a lot of things that he didn't know, and he was still learning. That's partly why he was so active when it came to making friends in the game, so that he could pick up on information such as this new item and skill much faster than most people. Information in this day and age was important, after all, particularly in a game where there were no walkthroughs, forums, or news available for one to scour information from.



Word Count: 316
OOC: A lightning quick encounter~ :D

[Aeon]

Crafting Blanket, Use 3 Level 1 Materials, (2*Cheap Fabric, 1*Cheap Thread) Post 1

For a second Aeon didn't react, before his mind assimilated the fact that his name wasn't his real name.


Aeon’s head shot up to see a man standing in front of him.


Speaking out “O hello......” after a long pause as he observed the man, a name appeared in Aeon's head “um its Kris right, I’m not so good at remembering faces but you had an elemental last time I saw you, and yes I am a tailor”.

Continuing to work on his creation, Aeon asked “You wouldn’t fancy a blanket would you I’m crafting a few things to raise my level and well if we get hit by winter as we all know Britain sucks in winter, also you haven’t seen that elf sword-maiden around, actually forget about that last comment, I’ll give you this blanket when I’ve finished making it”.

As Aeon ran thread through the rolls of the fabric, he said “feel free to take a seat anywhere, and if you see a magic bag somewhere its probley mine I kind of “misplaced” it”.


Word Count: 177
Kris

[Kris]

Kris noticed that for a brief moment after he called out to Aeon, he didn't really react to his voice. Maybe he is not used to being addressed by his in game name? wondered Kris, as he waited patiently for a response. He must be a pretty new face in MMOs I guess, Kris continued the thought. New players, not in the sense of new to Elder Tales, but rather new to gaming in general, had this issue - they simply couldn't respond immediately to their new name. Well, it was also possible that the player was so experienced that he had too many game names to remember, and Elder Tales, a pretty new game for UK anyways, would result in the creation of a new name and hence some getting used to. As that thought crossed his mind, Kris came to a conclusion. Hmm, judging from the fact that he is already working on his sub-class at this early a stage, maybe he is extremely experienced instead? thought Kris.

While he was having these thoughts, Aeon responded to his greeting and offered to give a blanket. Seeing no reason to refuse, Kris sat down on the pavement next to him. Kris listened to the next few sentences, and looked at Aeon in slight shock. "You lost your magic bag? How is that even possible?" Words of shock slipped from Kris's mouth as he never knew that a player could lose their magic bag in the first place. Several possibilities flashed through his mind, and some mental tug brought his attention to a certain feature of the bag. After all, the magic bag was an in-built feature for UK players in order for them to catch up more quickly with the rest of the world. "Hey, is it possible that you "unequipped" your bag and not lost it? It should have fixed itself in your menu the instant you got it, anyways. Try looking for the icon in your player menu!" suggested Kris. It wasn't much, but it was a start to finding the supposedly "lost" magic bag of the player before him.



Word Count: 353
OOC: *Shock~*

[Aeon]

Crafting Soft Blanket Continued Post 2

Responding to the shock of Kris, Aeon said “well, you see you know sometimes the human brain goes on auto pilot, you know you come in through your bag down, yea I think I did that and forgot where I left it, ive only been to London a few times and this isn’t a perfect copy, im from down south, Constituency of Hampshire”



Aeon, was rather relieved that Kris had not seemed to have noticed everything he had said to him, due to the magic bag shock.



Taking the second piece of fabric, Aeon began stitching the rolls on to the other piece of fabric.



Saying to Kris again “I think that if I make an air pocket it should help contain heat instead of leaching it meaning the user can stay warm”



As Aeon was working on the finishing touches to the blanket he asked Kris, “you’re an experienced MMO player? Have you found a little base because I’ve been renting rooms in the Landers taverns every night”.


Aeon held out the finished blanket to Kris.

Word Count: 177
Kris

[Capsule]

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"Cold. Why is it so cold?" Capsule was rubbing her arms and shoulders as she walked through the streets of London. She normally was not so susceptible to the cold, but she had so far been sleeping on a pile of old, worn out sacks, with nothing hut the clothes on her back to keep her warm. Even worse was the fact that her clothes felt like they were wearing out, which wasn't surprising at all. The cloth "armor" she wore was that cheap stuff that beginners started off with, which meant it gave poor protection in general, especially since it was the weakest of its kind. 'I should really get this replaced before it falls apart on me,' she thought with a nervous titter. It wouldn't just fall apart...right?

Regardless, she would have to do something about this eventually. She wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably if she lacked something to wrap around herself at night. 'I may want to get a bed at some point, too.' As she walked, she slowly formed a list of things to get for her "apartment" to make it livable. The adventurers that allowed her to stay on the top floor were not kind enough to provide her with the things she would need to call it a true home, so she had no one to rely on but herself. 'I'll make some friends of various subclasses and ask for their help. They can even stay with me from time to time - I don't care. It's not like I can make use of all of that space for myself, either.' The top floor wasn't too large, but it greatly dwarfed her one room apartment back in Dresden.

Most of the rooms she had cleaned (the ones she used the most), but the others had only been swept and poorly mopped. There were five rooms, not counting the disused bathroom. She used two at most, one during the day and the other at night. The room she used as her bedroom hard boarded up windows, making it an ideal place to sleep. A light draft made its way into the room every now and then, but not as much as the rooms with the broken windows.

Capsule watched as a few fellow adventurers passed her by, their voices full of laughter and glee. The amount of cheer they radiated brought up some resentment within her. It wasn't just that, though. It was the better gear that signified higher levels that bothered her. The only way she would be able to compete with them was if she went out and quested more, or at the very least fooled around with her subclasses more. 'It won't be right now, though. Maybe if I can find a tailor to make me a blanket or something, first.' She could wear it around on her shoulders, like a cape or makeshift cloak when she went out.

Her eyes were then drawn to two figures near a tree, one of whom was sitting as though they were waiting for the other to finish putting some fabric together. '...Please tell me he's doing what I think he is.' It certainly wouldn't hurt to try asking, would it? She paused a few steps away from the two adventurers, waiting for the apparent tailor to stop addressing his customer before timidly speaking up. "Excuse me, are you taking tailoring requests right now? I'd like to commission a blanket, if so." She smiled apologetically, hoping she hadn't interrupted anything important.

Words:587

Muse:Playgirl

Notes:I heard you made blankets.

Tags:@aeon

made by benetnasch of ET

[Salvaje]

Salvaje ran up to Aeon. "Ey yo son... What'chu got goin here? Blankets... I'm good on those though. Hmmm..." she said before looking at her Bandanas. One one on her knee and the one on her wrist were fine. But she wanted a nicer scarf for her face, maybe even silk. "Got some colors fa me to rock? Need me a new bandanas." she said. Then she scratched her face tattoo, as though trying to figure something out. "Um um... That guy from the field... Ya know the one with pigs. We met before." She finished.

She was lost for a second, whether to ask more about the salesman or the man she had met before.

[Kris]

"Nah I'm just getting by with this game~" said Kris in response to Aeon's first question. "Thanks," he continued, as he took the blanket and put it in his magic bag, "I've been sleeping in a bookstore that I work part time in. Pretty convenient, but it sometimes gets cold at night, particularly when the wind blows in." He considered Aeon's suggestion of having a base. "The thing is, you see all these buildings around you? You can actually buy them, but they cost a lot, like seriously a lot. Players like us, who just started off, probably can't afford them, but maybe mid-level and above could? The amount of gold earned from all those "Raid" and "Party", maybe even "Legion" level quests should be a lot, after all. Not to mention, since the «Apocalypse» happened, I haven't seen a single ongoing quest being made available..." continued Kris as he chatted with Aeon. It was sometimes nice to just sit, relax and talk to people instead of grinding levels and working to earn money continuously after all. Kris believed that all humans required rest after working, so to him, this was currently considered as "rest".

A new player arrived, a red haired Half-Alv Enchanter, who immediately inquired about the commission of making a blanket. Kris decided to let Aeon decide whether to handle the request and struck up a conversation. "I'm Kris, and this is Aeon. You are?" Kris gave a short and simple introduction to the new player. He hoped that they could become friends. After all, this was their current reality, so they might as well make the most out of it and make some new acquaintances.

No sooner had he introduced himself and Aeon to Capsule did another person pop up. Wow, is this some kind of player hot spot of something? thought Kris as he glanced at the new arrival. She looked familiar... A mental click went off in Kris's mind, and he recalled where he met her. "Ah, at the fields, right? I didn't catch your name back then. I'm Kris, and you're...?" easily changing to topic, he asked for Salvaje to introduce himself, while not turning away from Capsule as he was still expecting an answer from her. It wasn't right to immediately ditch one conversation for another after all, so he split his attention and did quick introductions to stay with the flow of conversation.



Word Count: 402
OOC: Wah wah so many people at once~

[Aeon]

Making Soft Blanket, 3 Materials L1 (2 Cheap Fabric, 1 Cheap Thread Post 1)

As Kris kept the two women occupied, with small talk. He gave a nod to both of them showing that he had heard them and would proceed with there requests.



Aeon set to work on weaving the first young lady a blanket, he began the process of quilting the two layers first starting with his first piece of fabric he began to roll the edges, stitching them into place as he went round the perimeter of the fabric.



Raising his head as he continued his work, Aeon said to the ladys when a gap emerged in the conversation they were having with Kris “if any of you happen to see a magic bag anywhere in London it could be mine I managed to lose it, but I’ll try to make myself a backpack soon enough”



As he began patching up the first layer of cheap fabric with its off cuts, Aeon began mumbling to himself about, “fabric, thread and an elf”.



Saying to the three before him, “I hope everyone can afford shelter when the frosts come”.


Word Count:181

[Capsule]

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Capsule couldn't help but overhear a bit of the conversation between the two adventurers. It wasn't exactly polite to eavesdrop, but at least she wasn't doing so behind a bush and without their knowing, though. What the Half-Alv (she assumed he was one because of the mark on his tongue) had to say was particularly interesting. She heard something about the housing here being too expensive for low level scrubs like them, and how quests apparently weren't being given out.

The first was all too typical everywhere (in-game and out) to be of any surprise to Capsule. She was too poor to afford an inn and disliked sleeping on the streets, so she'd much rather squat in a vacant building, which turned out to not be as "free" as she had hoped. As for the quests thing, that was really concerning if it was true. She knew firsthand that accepting quests was still possible; the adventurer just had to actually speak to the People of the Land or hunt down one that had no damn business being in the middle of a dangerous zone. Those were easy enough, but for players like Cap who preferred to avoid combat unless she was with a dedicated party, it could be a real pain in the ass to find what you were looking for. For people who didn't realize that questing was still possible, this whole affair could seem downright disheartening.

Thanks to the use of the system interface that allowed adventurers to see limited information on each other, Capsule learned that the other Half-Alv was a Summoner, and the apparent tailor was a sorcerer. 'I see we're all mages here -' The Half-Alv noticed her appearance and introduced himself as "Kris, and the tailor as "Aeon".

"Oh - thank you. My name is Capsule…" She trailed off as a roguish young woman ran up to Aeon, and in a rather uncouth manner requested a silk bandana from him. Aeon himself seemed more of the quiet type, but spoke up enough to cause some small conversation amongst the four of them. "A magic bag? I hope you find it before someone steals it or it disappears for good." Plenty of people were dishonest enough to pick up something that wasn't theirs, but a lost or discarded item was generally considered "free game". One man's trash was another man's treasure, after all. Losing something like a magic bag was more than a little annoying, though. It meant that Aeon would have to rely on the bank more frequently or continually discard or sell junk he did not need to free up inventory space.

Aeon then mentioned the coming frost and shelter, making Capsule shiver. She hoped that she could turn her apartment into a decent living space before then. To take her mind off the thought of the bitter cold (and memories of having to make do with a less than standard radiator), she turned back to Kris. "I couldn't help but overhear that you happened to live above and work for a bookstore. I can't help but envy you - I enjoy reading and being surrounded by books." It had been a good while since she last read a book that wasn't her falling apart starter grimoire.

Words:544

Muse:Edge of Seventeen

Notes:Nup.

Tags:Aeon, Kris, Salvaje

made by benetnasch of ET

[Aeon]

Making Soft Blanket, Post 2

With the first section complete Aeon set to work on the second half, he began rolling and weaving the rolls around its perimeter, like he had done with the first half. Passing a double stitch through them for extra strength and stability to the terrible thread.



Pushing the two modified pieces of fabric together, Aeon began passing the thread carefully through it, try to avoid snapping the thread.



This process was designed to help create an air pocket between the layers and thus help keep the user as warm as possible.



Aeon held it out to the young lady, “I hope it serves you well, and if you need any more help im sure i can find a way to help"


Word Count: 121

[Kris]

Kris looked at Capsule, evaluating her in his head. So she likes books, huh, thought Kris, the gears turning in his head. "How about you visit sometimes? Its about two streets over, at a place called the «Nereus's Bookstore». With the shortage of books in this town, I'm sure you could find something interesting," said Kris, "Or, we could sneak into some noble's library, but its more troublesome that way..." He added the last bit as a bit of an under-tone, unsure if Capsule heard him or not. Well, he had extended his bridge of friendship to her already, whether she wanted to take it was up to her. It could be tough to trust strangers that one just met, after all. "You could probably come over to see if there are any books on clothing," said Kris to Aeon. Perhaps there was something there that could give him some inspiration for clothing to make, or maybe some insight on the possibilities of the Tailor sub-class.

In Elder Tales, the game was designed in such a way that co-operating with other players was the way to go. With all the specialized classes and sub-classes in the game, there was no truely self sufficient class that could do practically anything. The closest thing to it would be the Apprentice sub-class, but that particular sub-class must have a "teacher" registered in order to "learn" the low end skills of that particular sub-class. But many players disliked it due to the fact that its limits were low end skills. Thus, co-op is always necessary, and Kris knew that, hence he was so easy-going about making new friends, as seen from his immediate invitation to the people that talked to him. He watched as Aeon finished up the second blanket, marveling at the speed which he had done it. He didn't realize that when he was using his Scribe skills he was able to do documenting much faster than usual, as compared to in the real world when he was filing his projects and homework. The observation was kept somewhere in his sub-conscious, but it lay dormant for now.



Word Count: 355
OOC: lol those are just "requests". Its not binding, and it doesn't appear on your quest menu to make things easier for you :3

[Capsule]

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Idle chit chat was never her favorite, but it helped the time pass while Aeon worked on the requested blanket and bandana. The other woman had not spoken up since she intervened earlier, and Aeon seemed too focused on the task at hand to join in, so it was just Capsule and Kris speaking at the moment. "The «Nereus's Bookstore»? I'll have to remember to stop by next time." She might even stop by on her way home, just so she had the area on her map. It would be nice to have an actual book in her hands again, even if it was produced by the People of the Land or a fellow adventurer.

Capsule feigned ignorance when Kris quietly suggested they "borrow" a few books from some nobles. She knew all too well how bad a thief she was, and did not wish to become indebted to another person or help get someone in trouble. So she blinked, smiled, and kept up the oblivious front. She glanced over at Aeon when Kris mentioned some books on tailoring to the man. 'I wonder if there are any books on pharmacy I should look at?' Without the aid of the system, Capsule would feel hopeless trying to make potions and the like.

The lull in the conversation was picked up by Aeon, who was now holding out the finished blanket for her to accept. "Ah - thank you!" She seized the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, which immediately began to feel much warmer. It didn't particularly stand out, but the blanket was soft and warm so it served its purpose well enough. "If I do return, I'll be sure to give you something in exchange for your services. It's not much, but I can offer you some potions or drugs -"

That was as far as she could get before the back of her armor was seized and she was yanked bodily into the air. "…!" She didn't need to look around or behind her to know who was hoisting her in the air, or why. The chef she worked for slung the skinny player across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"There you are. I should have known you'd be slacking off around this time."

The redhead looked very unhappy about her predicament, but the man was larger and far stronger than she. He was also holding onto a large fish that was longer than her leg, and several garlands of garlic were wrapped around his neck. Capsule raised one corner of her new blanket to cover her nose from the strong, conflicting orders. 'Oh dear God that reeks to high heaven.' After a second thought, she decided to cover her entire head so that no one she knew would recognize her and laugh, but not without first waving to Aeon and Kris in farewell. 'Way to ruin a first meeting.' Capsule wanted to curl into a little ball and disappear before she died of embarrassment.

"I hope you made yourself familiar with the area while you were fooling around. I'm going to need you to run some deliveries to a few people out here," the man said as he carried her away.

Words:537

Muse:Samurai Logic

Notes:I didn't know that. ><;

Tags:Aeon, Kris, Salvaje

made by benetnasch of ET

[Aeon]

Aeon, looked over to the tattooed woman, the marking seemed to be more of the standard of his race, but he wondered why a guardian type would have picked the weakest race, guardians didn’t really need to use up their mana points. Surely it would make more tactical sense to pick a stronger race so that you would be able to take more of a beating through the combat, but it was not his job to judge how someone choose to play the game.



Aeon, took out some silk and cheap thread.



Cutting out the Silk into the shape of a standard bandana, Aeon then began….



Double stitching along the edges of the piece of fabric, to strengthen them.



As he came to the ends he folded the corners half ways for a more defined point for when the bandana would be tied round the wearer. Stitching them through to hold them in place.



He had become more experienced working with the cheaper thread twining it first, giving it extra durability and strength, of course in exchange he had sacrificed half the reel to do this, but it was worth it.



Aeon held up the Bandana in the lady’s direction and said “what do you think?” he awaited her response.

Word Count: 210

[Salvaje]

OOC: I'm Race of Ritual not Alv

IC: Salvaje sat there for a minute. She hadn't answered questions. A bad thought invaded her for a moment. When she finally snapped out of it she noticed the conversation had moved pretty forward. "OH, my bad, I go by Salvaje, the illest you'll meet in this side of town. True to da word. Un momento kiddies" She said looking back at the tailor. She thought up a question or two for the guy.

"Can I get it in red? Also... Is the silk nice and soft naturally? I hope so." She finished. She felt the bandana and liked it alot so far.

She had caught bit and pieces on the topic of homelessness.

"Honestly with how close everything is, I would have thought that living on the street would be easier. It is for me... That's pretty situational though. Not many can be as fly as me, ya heard." She said finishing with a chuckle.

[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

RuetheDay didn't usually have problems with animals. They respected his space, he respected theirs, it was a mutual understanding of a relationship that had not disappointed him much over the years. Of course, that had been back in the real world, before the Catastrophe. Now he was an animal tamer, and like it or not, the animals seemed attracted to him whether he was particularly hoping to find them or not. In fact, he'd hardly taken five steps out of the inn before some small dog with grimy white fur had scampered over, its body covered in mud and its ribs poking through the sides of its stomach. He sighed heavily at the sight, only barely just resisting the urge to rub his temples stressfully at the fact that, at this rate, he seemed to be turning into some magnet for animals without putting forth any effort on his part to do so. Usually he wasn't prone to giving over to pitiful sights like that. But there was just something about those eyes that compelled him, and with a soft tch under his breath, he bent over and scooped the dog up, holding it away from himself so that he wouldn’t get any of the dog’s dirt down into his clothes or armor. "You're just filthy, aren't you?" he muttered to himself as he walked, the dog's tail just wagging away at the attention he was giving it, not seeming to mind that it wasn’t exactly positive attention at the moment. He finally managed to find a water pump after some searching and some aimless wandering down streets, and he set the canine down, the dog staying put while he went around the spigot to start pumping water down onto the animal. After he'd gotten the dog clean enough for the white to start poking through more obviously, he stopped pumping, though he sighed and rubbed his temples when it trotted around to sit at his feet, tail wagging away with delight. "Stupid mutt," he grumbled, "I don't have any food." It just barked at him happily, not seeming to mind, and with a loud sigh as the dog shook itself, dousing him with water droplets, he just scooped up the creature into his arms again, this time tucking it closer to his chest in a vague offer of warmth to combat the cold setting in from the water evaporating from the tangled fur. "Fine, you can come with me for a while, but if your owner comes looking for you, you're not staying with me, got it?" The dog barked, as if to agree with him, and he found one hand stroking the canine's soft ears as he walked, intending on going to Saint Pancras Station to try to find a tailor to improve his armor - which was rather ratty, and since he was no stranger to Log Horizon in general, he knew that he would have to find someone who could make him something a little better eventually - and possibly procure some blankets since the inn he was staying at was starting to get cold at night. Though that could have, in part, been entirely him. He had more than a few blankets at the room to curl up under, his main problem now was that even though he wasn't in the real world anymore, his body still seemed to be used to the milder winters of his homeland, which meant that the colder weather in the British Isles, or the Unfounded Kingdom now, wasn't something he handled amazingly well. He paused mid-stride, something that elicited a strange noise from the animal in his arms as the canine cocked its head to the side curiously. There was a small group of people gathered around someone who was working on some fabric. Now ordinarily, Rue would just walk right on by, but the prospect of getting lucky enough to avoid the large crowd at the station interested him more than enough to justify an approach - if his hands weren't full of dog, he would have investigated them himself, but since they were, that option was off the table. Instead, he padded over, nodding his head at the blanket since the dog seemed to show no inclination to leap out of his arms any time soon. "Are you making those for sale?" he asked, getting right to the point, even if he wasn't rude enough to ask straight-out for a request quite yet. He was blunt when he wanted to be, and he hated social interactions, but that was no excuse to be flat-out rude if he could avoid it: That was one of the few lessons that his tutors had managed to hammer into him that he still respected, for the most part at any rate. In his arms, the dog rested its head on one forearm, face turned towards the people with its little cropped tail wagging eagerly in the expectation of attention. More people meant more hands to pet it… right?

100% 100% Words;; 837 Tags;; Aeon Salvaje Kris Notes;; Rue has acquired a puppy. Well okay then. Also I apologize if Rue seems grumpy. He just doesn't like interacting with others. Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!

[Aeon]

Crafting Blanket 3 lvl 1 materials, 2 fabric 1 thread

Aeon was still in the process of making even more blankets to boost his tailoring skill, a thread there and fabric there and a silk over there.



Aeon looked up as a new person came up to him with their dog at their side.



After hearing his question the Aeon had identified the marking of his tongue he seemed to be an half-alv unless he had just randomly tattooed his tongue.



“yes I am making blankets, good way to farm my skill, I see you have a dog, I would have expected you to be a dog as well, to have one following you about but it seems you’re a half-alv instead, I shall get to work right away I guess, is there anything else you need ?”



Aeon quickly pulled together a reel of thread and two rolls of fabric and set to work with stitching together the sides of the fabric as carefully as he could, he wondered if more people would turn up and start to form a crowd.



Aeon started to think that this business will end up being very profitable for him one day.



He was kind of getting used to the new world that he was inhabiting, there was nothing to hold you back but yourself at this time and it was a new frontier.



Maybe he would get a little note in the back drags of the history books.



But the thrill of adventure in this new world was the best part for him.



He had met many different people so far, some eccentric and some downright weird and some who would be called “normal”


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[RuetheDay]

face all the pain and take it on

RuetheDay scowled almost the moment that the man opened his mouth, setting the pup down at his own feet and crossing his arms. "I am an animal tamer, you baka", he spat, bristling up like a wet cat as he reverted back to his native tongue for a moment before he returned to English as if he had never left it. "Besides, the dog isn't mine. It just seemed to have decided to follow me on its own." He then raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And isn't it rather... unrealistic to assume that I'm a dog if one follows me? Dogs follow blokes around all the time in the real world and no one assumes anything different." Anyone else would have assumed that the pause was for thought, but Rue instead had to take the time to quickly find the word, his brain supplying the Japanese word faster than the English, in part because he’d actually spoken in the Oriental language rather than the Western one. Feeling a nudge against his ankle, the Half-Alf bent down once more to pick up the canine, shifting it around inside his arms so that it wasn't an inconvenience for him. He was only barely resisting the urge to scowl and mutter some insult in Japanese again, rather insulted that if the man had managed to see that he had a tattoo on his tongue, that he hadn’t been able to see enough of it to tell that it was of a bird, at the very least hinting at his animal taming ability. Instead, he contented himself with inspecting the canine in his arms, carefully moving the limbs this way and that as he attempted to determine why exactly it had become a stray. Keeping his attention divided like that would keep him from snapping – something he was all too familiar with by this point – and when he managed to calm himself, he spoke again. “And I wouldn’t turn down a new set of armor or a new whip, if you can offer that. If not, I’ll just take this.”

100% 100% Words;; 345 Tags;; Aeon Salvaje Kris Notes;; I love how Rue swaps back and forth from English to Japanese and back. >.>' I'm just a dork, okay? Lyrics;; "The Only Hope for Me is You" by My Chemical Romance Template by Kuroya

because the only hope for me is you alone!