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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 9, 2015 3:55:09 GMT
"I don't know Atlas. Its a pretty advanced lock. Even I can't make sense of it. But ill show it to you."
"I have a knack for the complicated." He stands and follows after her, though he stands outside of the room and waits, looking around.
"So what's the innkeeper like?"
"A rather elderly woman," he replies. "She has a kind heart, though. She let us stay and helped me out with Atlas for some time. Her husband let us work with him, and he's the reason we're in the stonecutting business. "
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Post by Aviva on Dec 9, 2015 4:17:44 GMT
"I have a knack for the complicated."
After a few thumps she comes out with a safety deposit box and sets it in the floor. There was a very advanced keypad and lock on the front of it. Glancing at him she typed in the numbers before lifting the lid. "Its that one." She points to a smaller box tucked inside that says 'Do Not Touch.' " I haven't figured out the trick to getting it open yet. Its impossible! How am I supposed to open the thingy if I can't touch it?"
"So what's the innkeeper like?"
"A rather elderly woman,". "She has a kind heart, though. She let us stay and helped me out with Atlas for some time. Her husband let us work with him, and he's the reason we're in the stonecutting business.
"They sound like sweet people. " she says quietly, eyes flicking to the sides every now and then. After a second she pulls her elbow away to wrap her hand around his .
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 9, 2015 4:47:30 GMT
"Its that one." She points to a smaller box tucked inside that says 'Do Not Touch.' " I haven't figured out the trick to getting it open yet. Its impossible! How am I supposed to open the thingy if I can't touch it?"
Atlas steps over, then looks at her, incredulous. "Simple," he says, kneeling down. "You touch it." He picks up the box, turning it over to inspect it thoroughly.
"They sound like sweet people. "
"they truly are," he murmurs, eyes flicking to her as she grabs his hand, but he says nothing about it as he steps out into another street, looking around to get his bearings. "The inn's only about three or four streets down. We're almost there." He resumes walking again, this time a little more relaxed as he weaves through the crowd of people.
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Post by Aviva on Dec 9, 2015 5:10:00 GMT
"Simple," "You touch it."
Aviva skipped over to him, peering over his shoulder- chin resting on it. "You did it! You're a genious, I would have never figured it out. " On the box was a simple lock two chains wrapped around it.
"they truly are," . "The inn's only about three or four streets down. We're almost there."
Briannas eyes ease with relief, no longer pinched around the edges. "Its closer than I thought it would be. "
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 9, 2015 5:18:58 GMT
"You did it! You're a genious, I would have never figured it out. "
He shakes his head, pulling a lock and pick out from his pocket and sits criss cross, placing the box in his lap. He starts picking the lock with steady hands.
"Its closer than I thought it would be. "
"When we ran into Aviva, we weren't very far from returning home." He remembers how they were performing, and he suddenly grow uncomfortable, having forgotten that side of him exists.
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Post by Aviva on Dec 9, 2015 16:25:00 GMT
Aviva watched him closely, curious to see the contents of the box.
"When we ran into Aviva, we weren't very far from returning home." He remembers how they were performing, and he suddenly grow uncomfortable, having forgotten that side of him exists.
"I see. " she looked at him before she stepped away, realizing how close they were. "How many belongings do you have?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 9, 2015 20:45:08 GMT
Atlas's tongue sticks out a bit in concentration as he listens to the lock, twisting and turning his tools slowly. Though, after a few minutes, the lock clicks and slides off, the chains loosening. A grin of accomplishment splits his face. "Got it." He sits the tools down and starts moving the chains, then opens the box.
"I see. How many belongings do you have?"
"Not many," he replies. "Just a box of tools, a small chest for what few clothes we have, and a small box that belongs to Atlas." Unlike his brother, Vane hid his elsewhere, outside of town and underground. "Everything else stays with the innkeeper." He turns and walks up to an open door, an old sign hanging above with a name written in another language, and he steps in. "Welcome to the Evarstin Inn," he shrugs, then his demeanor changes completely as a smile appears on his face. A woman inside greets him, asking about where he had been, and where his squirt of a brother was, and he proceeded with a story. It's one woven with truth and lie, but everyone buys it.
"I'm here to return the keys and move our things to a shop," he adds, and the woman blinks at him.
"You mean you two have found a shop?"
Vane grins, his voice light. "Yeah, Atlas managed to find a deal yesterday, so we took it. We get to move in to the loft there, and run the shop down below."
"Oh, how fantastic!" The older woman claps her hands together, then announces to the whole inn, "Our little boys have found themselves a shop! Can you believe that? The scheming Adair boys are finally achieving their dream!" The others hoot and clap, and as Vane passes her the key to the room, she gestures quickly. "Go on, go on, Argon will help you move everything."
"No no, it's fine, I've a friend," he gestures to Bri, "and we only have a couple of chests to carry."
"Nonsense! Take it all with you!"
"No, Gran, we can't possibly--"
Gran immediately protests. "No, take it! Our gift to you. You boys have done so much for us." Then to a young man, "Argon, you get your friends and help them out, would ya?"
"Yes ma'am!" he grins and waves several people to follow, and the group darts upstairs.
Vane, however, stands speechless, staring at the woman with an expression that looks as though it may crack, but he immediately covers it with an uncertain smile. "Thanks, Gran."
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Post by Aviva on Dec 10, 2015 22:45:19 GMT
Got it."
Aviva looks in the box before she reached in and pulled out a picture frame. In the picture was a younger version of Bri and a few other people in something similar to lab coats. "Who are they?..." she frowned .
"Not many," "Just a box of tools, a small chest for what few clothes we have, and a small box that belongs to Atlas." "Everything else stays with the innkeeper."
"Shouldn't be too hard to move then. " She follows him into the inn. Not missing the smile, she stood to the side listening to them vaguely, enough to hear words but not really comprehending them. After all she didn't want to eavesdrop. A distant smile appears as their tone changes, eyes softening at the woman's kindness.
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 10, 2015 23:21:02 GMT
"Who are they?..."
"More importantly," Atlas stares at the object in her hand, "What is that, why and how are there people trapped inside, and what are they wearing." He sets the box aside, craning his neck to look at the photo, but he keeps his distance from it.
Taking a small box and chest they bring down, Vane pauses at the counter and gives Gran the directions to the shop, then starts outside. Looking back for Bri, his expression changes to confused and grateful, though part of him still remains wary as his smile starts to fade. "Ready"
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Post by Aviva on Dec 10, 2015 23:59:07 GMT
More importantly," "What is that, why and how are there people trapped inside, and what are they wearing."
Aviva turned to look at him before smiling apologetically, remembering these came out after this time period. "Sorry. They call these pictures. The people aren't really trapped inside it. Hmm. " putting a finger on her chin, she thought before answering. " Frozen memories is basically what they are. " she giggled. "As for their attire, they're lab coats, usually worn by scientists or other important people."
"Ready"
Bri blinks as he talks, realizing that he was beside her . Lifting her head she meets his gaze, answering with a small nod. "I am if you are. Do you want some help with that?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 11, 2015 17:06:31 GMT
"Sorry. They call these pictures. The people aren't really trapped inside it. Hmm. Frozen memories is basically what they are. As for their attire, they're lab coats, usually worn by scientists or other important people."
"But wouldn't freezing memories make you forget them?" Atlas inquires, scrunching his face at the thought. "What are scientists? Are they like..." he stops a moment, comparing the words as he stares at the picture. What is the closest word that sounded like scientist? "Are they like alchemists? But if they are, why would important people wear the same thing as them instead of robes, or gold and silver like the nobles do?"
"I am if you are. Do you want some help with that?"
"This is nothing," he replies and starts walking down another street. "It's rather light." Or at least, to him it is.
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Post by Aviva on Dec 12, 2015 2:10:32 GMT
But wouldn't freezing memories make you forget them?"
"Technically. " she pouted before remembering something. "But people do it so they can remember the memory by looking at it. "
"What are scientists? Are they like..." "Are they like alchemists? But if they are, why would important people wear the same thing as them instead of robes, or gold and silver like the nobles do?"
" Alchemists? What are those ? she tilted her head puzzled. "Oh no- no nobles. Important people like doctors."
"This is nothing," "It's rather light."
"Well it doesn't look that heavy. "Brianna agreed before she followed him. After a moment her brow furrowed and she turned to him. "Its good that you know such kind people."
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 12, 2015 2:34:18 GMT
" Alchemists? What are those ? she tilted her head puzzled. "Oh no- no nobles. Important people like doctors."
"Mages, the people that have been trying to turn iron into gold and silver and how to transmute things into other things," he answers, though after a moment her rubs his head in confusion. "Where in the gods' name are you from, that you have these... Pictures of memories and people in robes like nobles but they aren't nobles?"
"Well it doesn't look that heavy. Its good that you know such kind people."
His gaze remains forward, though his brow twitches at the comment, and he offers a small smile. "I suppose it is. I just hope that it doesn't bring them any harm."
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Post by Aviva on Dec 13, 2015 2:00:59 GMT
Mages, the people that have been trying to turn iron into gold and silver and how to transmute things into other things,"
"That sounds a lot like scientists. " She grinned at him. "Do you think they are the descendants of mages?"
"Where in the gods' name are you from, that you have these... Pictures of memories and people in robes like nobles but they aren't nobles?"
"From? I was born in San Francisco. Oh! But you've probably never heard of it, its so different from this place. Why do you ask?"
"I suppose it is. I just hope that it doesn't bring them any harm."
Bri looked down, a sentence on her tongue as she paused walking. She doesn't let her thoughts slip though, for it wouldn't be right of her to make a promise that she most likely wouldn't keep. Instead she closed her eyes. "I should have never come with you. I don't think they'll be targeted, but if they are its for that very reason. " She opened her eyes to look at him, only to have them widen as she notices an archer on a nearby roof. Stepping forward, she broke off into a run , pushing him out of the way as an arrow flew by, scraping her face. Gravity caused her to fall forward to where she hovered over him. Raising up she did a quick check to see if he was alright before pulling him to his feet as she noticed the archer load another arrow. "Run."
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Post by X'zayvean on Dec 13, 2015 3:10:41 GMT
"That sounds a lot like scientists. Do you think they are the descendants of mages?"
He shrugs, expression both awed and puzzled.
"From? I was born in San Francisco. Oh! But you've probably never heard of it, its so different from this place. Why do you ask?"
"San...francisco?" he echoes, trying out the name before he shakes his head. "It's just that the things that you know and say, they're so foreign to me." He pauses a moment, then his face brightens. "Say, could you show me this.. San Francisco place sometime?"
"I should have never come with you. I don't think they'll be targeted, but if they are its for that very reason. "
It takes him a moment to realize that what he said may have sounded like he was blaming her. "No, no, it's not--" However, at her sudden change of expression, he frowns, opening his mouth to speak before he's tackled, the chest and the box clattering across the ground. He hisses, eyes meeting hers before she moves, and he rolls onto his side to push himself up as his eyes immediately find the archer, and he swears.
"Run."
Quickly his hand lashes out and scoops the small wooden box to him as she pulls him up, his eyes moving to the archer again as he grabs her hand and starts running. "This way."
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