They Call Me 'The Wanderer' [Weegee/Closed]

[Mindell]

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"You know, it's pretty incredible what we've accomplished in this new world of ours," Mindell mused to himself quietly as he sipped his beer. It wasn't the greatest in the world, but by god it was beer. Real, true and blue (well, technically amber) beer! And the food! Truly, you very much appreciated the taste of even badly cooked food in this new world. After months of eating nothing but what seemed to be tasteless mush, his first hamburger that TASTED like one literally brought him to tears.


After some time passed, though, he was a regular at this little tavern. He sat out on a deck, near the street with his sign facing outward so he might attract custom ("Mindell's Post and Packages!
 Deliveries meet Deadlines!
 Inquire for pricing!") whilst he ate and enjoyed his brew. The Landers here didn't mind; He always paid his tab in full and tipped generously, so they let him use this place as a sort of "base of operations" while he got up on his own two feet. He also helped keep out some of thee riff-raff, and settled disputes, for which they were grateful.


The mid-day sun felt good, and there was a slight breeze running down the boulevard. It was days like this that he really loved about this place. It was hard to imagine that they were inside of a game. Or, perhaps, that they weren't inside a game at all, and this really was some new and unknown world, and people just assumed they were in a game. He could almost forget that he had another life once, dull and unassuming as it was. He leaned back and tossed his glasses onto the table, taking another long pull from his beer and sighing, happily. No, this was much more entertaining than his previous life.

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[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

His mind was still trying to come to terms with things, the last two years passing by in a massive blur of green leaves and blue water that tore away the foundation of memory itself and left one believing their own devices. Or, at least, that was how it was for this mad man. His face was the sheer image of pure calm, though thoughts raced and boiled within his mind, a pair of voices arguing within the silence he brought with him. Startled glances were cast his way as he turned the corner, before those eyes were turned away, cast out by strange aura put off by the man.



He quietly patted down his pockets before remembering that he didn't have to do so in order to check his funds, spotting the sign of a small tavern just a short ways down the street. It had been about three days since he had learned of just how long he'd been in the wild world outside the town, and he felt a strong alcoholic drink would do him a bit of good.



A quick moment into the tavern followed by a monetary exchange brought Weegee back out into the open air to sit in one of the outdoor chairs to enjoy his drink. It was a small glass of wine, just simple fermented grapes but at least it had the flavor to back it up. The voices in his head settled, before one of them took firm hold of the body, causing his face to contort into a dark smile.



"Ain't nothing like some good drink to wash down a day's clamor."



He spoke to no one in particular, but his gaze drew slowly towards the man who's sign he had read on his way in. He grinned, lifting one side of his face as the other seemed to frown. Despite the odd look, his voice creaked out, crystal clear.



"Say, you look like the kind of folk who could use a better... sign."

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[Mindell]

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A cool breeze blew by as he heard footsteps across the deck, nearing his table. Probably the waitress wondering if he needed a refill. He leaned back, smiling, and enjoyed the wind as it rustled his hair a bit. As much as he was enjoying himself, though he really needed to start planning. If he was to accomplish anything towards-

"Say, you look like the kind of folk who could use a better... sign."

Mindell cracked an eye open and brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the sunlight. He smirked slightly, leaning forward and planting his feet underneath the table. "Maybe so, friend," he said, resting a hand on the top and giving it a good pat, "but so far it's served me well enough." He raised his glass and clinked it against the younger mans. "Keeps me in beer and food at least." He smiled and offered the seat across the table from himself to the other man. "Care to join me?"

Something felt just a little off about this guy. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad "off," but he didn't really feel like finding out the hard way. Not to mention, he wouldn't mind sharing his table for a bit, and having company while he ate would be a welcome change of pace. Comradery was in short supply these days, and he would need to start building a network of people, both upstanding and unsavory alike if he was to accomplish anything in this new world. "Food and drinks on me. Just got back from a decent enough job that I can afford it, and the company would be welcome."

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[Weegee]

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"Oh, why not. We haven't had conversation today. As for food, surprise me. Not much angers the ole' taste buds."



He grinned widely as he hopped up from his seat and strolled over, taking his new place across from the man. He took another swig of his own drink before setting it down on the table and giving the guy a once-over. He quietly thought to himself, 'What was the point in offering a stranger like us food and drinks? Heh, either the guy's a schmuck or he's got a motive. Let's find out which.'



"I take it work's been blooming lately, with all the different towns around. Especially with folks wandering off for no better reason than the shiggles."



His eyes gleamed with a darker presence as he reached for his glass again. After a moment though, he turned his attention back to the sign. It wasn't bad quality by any means, definitely good enough for the simple job of advertising.



"I take it you're either a solo postman or trying to start your own business?"



He was kind of intrigued, if the guy was trying to start up a postal service, then getting known would help, but if he wasn't... then that still left the question of why he had anything to do with someone like Zeek.

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[Mindell]

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We, huh? Mindell sipped his beer to mask his intrigue, and making mental note of the context to which the man referred to himself. It was either that, or he was trying to convey that Mindell hadn't been talking to anyone for quite some time, either, in which case, the man had been watching him. In either case, it was a subject for some thought. Better to not broach the subject, now though. "The burgers here are great. I never had much liking for all the fixings back in the real world, tomatoes and onions, lettuce, you know." He paused as he sipped his beer again, "But after coming here, into Elder Tale, maybe it was just tasting real, actual flavors again, but I just can't get enough of them."


The stranger eyed him over, and he did the same in kind. It was fairly standard practice these days to be suspicious of new people. PKer's and the like were still somewhat of a problem, and getting too chummy with someone you just met usually meant they were an idiot, or had a motive. Truth be told, Mindell was a bit of both, being too trusting for his own good, and looking for possible recruits. This none has a dangerous look about him though. Those eyes, the way he carries himself... Aloof, with a little bit of crazy, sophisticated but... Apathetic. Yes, that was the word.

"I take it work's been blooming lately, with all the different towns around. Especially with folks wandering off for no better reason than the shiggles."

Mindell nodded, "Aye, that it has. I don't really get much truck with Adventurers, but the Landers definitely appreciate it. Having someone they can depend on to carry packages for them from place to place is good business." He raised his glass to the younger gentleman and drained it, hollering for a pitcher of wine, next, and two cheeseburgers, thank-you-very-much, before returning his attention to the table. "It also puts me in a very... Let's call it 'unique' position, if you catch my meaning."

"As far as my business is concerned, I am indeed looking to branch out a bit more." He grinned a toothy grin at the younger man. "Why, are you looking for work? I have to tell you now, it's not the most exciting of jobs."

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[Weegee]

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"Burgers huh? Sounds like a plan, so long as it's got cheese."



He watched the man, his actions, his words, his movements subtle or otherwise. Zeek was having so much fun trying to pin down what this guy was all about. The conversation was moving along at a good pace, giving him the information he was after, and soon a glass of wine and a cheeseburger to boot.



"Figures that Landers would be the main target for that kind of work, a postal service sounds pretty fair game. Haven't seen much of that going around, guess folks thought the Courier business wasn't lucrative enough for 'em."



He gave a toothy grin, showing off the sharp canines from his racial choice, as his ears twitched slightly.



"However, I can see profits to be made in that kind of work. Needless to say, I ain't keen on taking the Courier class, but I can make large distances shorter with a little... jump here and there. So, fill me in then, what sort of profit margin we looking at, pay per parcel and the juicy bits of where and whens."



Zeek leaned back, his eyes shining almost like a predator chasing prey. It was money, something the two of them needed if they were to finish buying that house and truly getting started on what they wanted to do. Getting paid to travel? Hell, Zeek could get behind that any day of the week.



"Pretty sure if we settled up and got a few more people we could have our own little stalls set up. I can build 'em if you can place 'em. If y'er interested... I think we could make this a very... interesting business deal."



He grinned wider, his right hand twitching slightly as his twin fox tails whipped side to side behind him. This could be a really neat idea, if he could get the guy to agree and if everything went according to the plan he started forming in his head.

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by requiem of <remoor>

[Mindell]

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Mindell cracked another toothy grin as their food and wine was brought out to them, paying the waitress and pouring himself a glass of wine, and refilling his new... Well, lets not him a friend yet... Compatriot. "I like to think of myself as a bit of an innovator. I work with what I have." He shrugged and lofted his glass lazily as he did. "I just happened to pick Scribe and Courier as my subclasses. Delivering post and writing letters is the one thing that I figured I would be best suited for when I'm not adventuring, and it gives me the chance to do more adventuring at the same time." He turned his attention back to his companion. "That being said, there is quite a bit of money to be made in simple deliveries. Most people rely on caravans to send letters near or far, and local deliveries are almost unheard of. Most shops do their own deliveries, which cuts down on time spent making weapons, materials, armor... That, or they're pick-up only shops, which takes whosevers time out of their day to actually go and get whatever it is they happen to be waiting on." He sipped his wine thoughtfully, staring a hole in the table, and smirking slightly. "That, and you would be surprised as to what people will tell you, expecting you to keep their confidence. Knowledge in any sort of sense is power, especially in this new world of ours."

He set his glass down and called for a piece of paper and some ink, if they could be provided, which they were fairly quickly. He sat for a moment, drawing up a list of prices that he usually charged. Typically he charged little more than cost for materials, but if this was to become a business... "We'll need a standard to work with." He said, finally. "Normally, I charge very little, seeing as most Landers don't really have much in the way of money. If they have the letter or package, a few gold will get me to take it locally, inside the same Zone, or letter from point A to B between zones. If they don't, or they need me to package or write something for them, I charge for the cost of materials. Packages that go from Zone to Zone I charge a little more for. And letters or packages that need to meet deadlines, I charge double, depending on how fast, and how... Important they are." He made two little X's with lines leading away from the bottoms of each, and flipped it around for Weegee to see.

"This is definitely something that we should revisit in the near future, and is by no means supposed to be our entire business plan from here on out." He sipped his wine again as the burgers were being brought to the table. "But, all things considered, I think this would be a good place to start. We will both keep half of whatever it is we both make, and the other half should go into a joint account at the Bank. Once we have made enough money, we should open three stalls at once, I think, In Londinium, Avon, and Sorum, respectively." He sipped his wine again, and ate a fry off of his plate. "We can worry about Lune and the Scotian Empire at a later date, when they've been mapped out a bit more thoroughly."

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[Weegee]

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The guy made sense, business-wise at least. He listened to the details as he sipped the freshly poured wine. The guy's way of doing things was something Zeek could easily get behind, so long as Weegee didn't interfere. Of course, each of them had their own way of going about things, so he doubted they'd have any real issues. The thing that had sold Zeek, though, was the information part. Who knew what tips he could get off of people regarding quests and more if he helped with this 'business'. As the guy showed him a list of prices and explained his current business plan, Zeek pondered for a bit as he let the burger cool in the air. His wide grin seemed to threaten to split his face as his eyes gleamed at his new business partner.



"Sounds like sound business there. As for the prices, I say ten gold for local delivery per item and delivery location. By that I mean we charge ten gold if its a stack of letters to be handed to say, a mayor or fifty gold if its five letters to five different locations. Bring it up to twenty-five when dealing with "Out-of-town" in excess of two or three miles. Fifty gold to deliver to another city. Then apply the fees for meeting deadlines and offer an optional 'Endorsement' Package, or shall we say Security Fee, where we'll do everything in our power to keep the delivery from being stolen or damaged, and if it is, we pay them compensation. If they don't sign for that, then damages and lost property aren't our responsibility. As for the businesses I can look for good places to put them if you can get deeds for the areas I find. I'll even work on building the places so we don't incur additional fees for hiring people to do it for us."



Zeek tore a large chunk from the burger, finishing his bite before he continued.



"The bank idea works as well, basically saying we're both taking a quarter of profits and keeping half for improvements and expansion. Now, got a question for you. How good are you at making posters for advertisement? Considering we lack any other form of advertisement besides word of mouth, I think that would be our best bet for getting known. I'll handle getting the posters placed if you can make them. So, got a name for this little business since it seems you've made a partner?"



His grin never went away, his teeth shining as a breeze rustled the plant life in the area. Seems today was a good day for him after all.

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[Mindell]

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It was Mindells turn to listen, and he did so, gladly. The wine though delicious, was a dry red. He would have to get another mug of beer before he continued this conversation, he surmised. But, this also gave him a chance to tear into his own burger, which he did so, gleefully. He tore into it with a voraciousness and lack of posterity like a child eating an ice-cream. He nodded as his new business partner talked, and by the time it was his turn to speak again, he was popping the last bite into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

"Your prices ar much better well balanced than my own, and I like the idea of an endorsement, or security fee." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, and finished off his wine, swishing it about in his mouth to clear his pallet. He hollered for another mug of beer, and popped another fry into his mouth before continuing. "I can start working on accounting for expenses, and advertising. My Scribe level still leaves something to be desired, in that regard, but until we cn find someone with a higher Scribe level than mine I think we can make due on that front." He paused, thoughtfully, "You know, this gives me an idea. What if we hired Landers directly for local deliveries? It keeps them safe inside the city, so no fear of them being directly in harms way, and it would give us a chance to expand without us being in direct control of this new municipality. Politically, it makes sense, too. Though we now live here, this is still their land. Bringing them in on this would not only serve our purposes of autonomy, but it would also make us look good in their eyes, bringing them business and jobs instead of the other way around."

His beer arrived and he thanked the waitress yet again, paying her before he turned his attention back to the table. As for a name... He had given this a lot of thought, as opposed to the rest of his business model. In truth, he'd pulled most of what he'd just said out of thin air. He was either apparently very good at this, or very lucky in finding a partner that agreed with him on how he thought the business should be run. Or both. Whatever the case may be, he turned his attention to Weegee, and muttered a single word. "Ouroboros."

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[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Zeek was glad the man had agreed to the pricing terms he had thought of. Made things simpler and made it a little easier for them to get a decent enough cash flow to keep things operating smoothly. The idea of hiring Landers to do the local work also seemed like the best of ideas possible as well.



"Completely agree, hiring Landers means we can spend more time handling packages for larger distances. We can handle any packages sent outside of town borders as well, depending on who we end up hiring. It could also provide some well-needed leverage to get the land cheaper, allowing us to use less money for a start-up fee. Like I said I can handle any construction costs myself, it doesn't cost me anything to walk out into the woods and lug back a few trees. The big issue is going to be starter fees for hiring Landers and getting the land for any Post Offices we build."



He mulled over the figures in his head, wondering just what they were looking at for all of this as he awaited the answer to his question. Eventually it was said, and he couldn't have been more interested in the answer.



"Ouroboros Postal Service huh? I like it. Needs a good catch phrase later on, but for now more than enough. So. Next question is where the main office, or headquarters is going to be. I'm game for Londinium, considering this is still a major hub, but if you had a preference let's hear it. The main office I'll have to build differently, considering it'll house our offices."



He'd leave those kind of decisions to the guy who had come up with the whole business after all, seemed the most appropriate thing to do.

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[Mindell]

Forever

Mindell listened intently, nodding as Weegee agreed, and brought up the point of start-up fees. Having someone who could build and re-construct the crumbling property, or build a whole new building would be a huge boon for their now fledgling business. He was right, though. The biggest issue WAS going to be the start up fee. This was something he was going to have to think about a little more in depth. In the mean time, though, he opted to not worry about it too much. The answers and opportunities  would come in time, or they wouldn't. They could tackle those issues when they came up.

"Having someone in charge of building and re-construction, who is capable of accruing materials directly will come in handy." He pulled his pipe and tabac pouch from the inside of his jacket hanging on his chair back. He thumbed it full, and took a few long draws as he puffed it alight. "As far as starter fee's... well, let's cross that bridge when we get to it. We still need to build a clientele and get a few more runners for in between Zones before we start working heavily on a local level, I think."

He smirked when the man showed an interest in the name. "It's an old Greek word. Something constantly re-creating itself; The Eternal Return, if you will. Everything coming back to it's origin." He smiled as he stared through the table, lost in thought for a moment. "I like that sort of idea, especially in this world. Being able to come to grips with who you were, and move on to becoming something more than." He shook himself, taking another draw from his pipe, a thin plume of smoke sneaking around his thumb and snaking up towards the sky. "As far as having a headquarters in Londinium, I think that makes the most sense. Most players still congregate there for one reason or another, and there will be those people that never really reach a high enough level to venture too far, in any case. It's also the most easily accessible to everyone, so there's that as well."

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I KNOW YOU WANT ME GONE BUT HEAVEN NOR HELL WOULD LET ME THROUGH... SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR OXYGEN, I'LL TRY AGAIN

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[attr="class","darkmoonyakitextbox1"]Zeek nodded before taking a bite of his burger. Thinking it over rushing into things now would bite them in the rear since they did actually need a number of 'Runners' to cover more area than just the two of them. The hard part was finding people willing to actually part with a portion of the money they got for their 'jobs' to help get the business off the ground. After Mindell had finished explaining everything, Zeek leaned forward just as he finished his burger.

"Glad you agree with the main H.Q. location. Now, for the last bit of business regarding all of this would be this. Considering the two of us might as well be considered 'co-founders' of the actual full-blown business, with you being main lead of course, I'd suggest we find one to two more people to fill the ranks of 'Upper Management'."

He made air quotes as he mentioned upper management.

"These people would be given a particular cut from the profits, more so than the regular pay of any other employees in order to mitigate... loss of funds. Three people can make more money than two and four more than three of course, but more people means higher liability in losing the cut from any packages the other two deliver. Give them something to look forward to, and you dig the hook in a little deeper to make sure they pay up when time comes. So long as we have that little hole plugged up I think we'll be good to go."

Zeek would rise up before giving Mindell another toothy grin.

"I'll start drawing up some diagrams. I'll send you a little friend request so you can easily contact me later, and we can meet up again."

With the request sent, he would perform a quick backflip out of the area before leaping onto the nearest building and using it to gain more and more height, before taking off along the rooftops.

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