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Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Markutte
Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Markutte, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The commerce town of the tried. Temperatures within the dome are kept at a lofty 18C (62F) year round and the population of Markutte dresses less in furs and more in linens obtained through trade. Their long hair is frequently shorn short in the current fashion and they are, on the whole, less hardy than their kin in Phorezton and Aihsohlow, but even more friendly as they are currently in the throes of the Harvest Haul, a festival that concludes their rare growing seasons and agricultural bounties.
Trade. That's the foundation of Markutte and there are three town squares that are home to transient stalls and merchandise from the country and all surviving areas of Konryu. Many kedan have made their way here and occupy the occasional stall space, selling their wares and exchanging gifts with the citizens as they grasp the nature of the festival underway. Once again, visitors that make the trek here are expected to donate a gift that will be regifted at random, earning access and a stamp of their tin visa that resembles the oblong crystal coin used as currency in this realm.
Police are on the lookout for financial crimes here and will demand visas of any they suspect to be committed fraud, short-selling merchants, or thieving in any way, shape, or form. There are three vistas, one in each market square, upon which heralds stand and announce the crimes and punishments noted of the previous day. Minor theft is common and the punishment is a brand upon the criminal's neck; major theft results in a loss of a finger for each item stolen; fraud here is punishable by death, but only twice will there be an announcement of an execution during the landfall.
The auctions here are quite lively and characters can expect a minor bidding war to obtain their items, but each item is in pristine condition and provided to them wrapped within a thin set of furs as a thanks for their purchase.
Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Markutte, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The commerce town of the tried. Temperatures within the dome are kept at a lofty 18C (62F) year round and the population of Markutte dresses less in furs and more in linens obtained through trade. Their long hair is frequently shorn short in the current fashion and they are, on the whole, less hardy than their kin in Phorezton and Aihsohlow, but even more friendly as they are currently in the throes of the Harvest Haul, a festival that concludes their rare growing seasons and agricultural bounties.
Trade. That's the foundation of Markutte and there are three town squares that are home to transient stalls and merchandise from the country and all surviving areas of Konryu. Many kedan have made their way here and occupy the occasional stall space, selling their wares and exchanging gifts with the citizens as they grasp the nature of the festival underway. Once again, visitors that make the trek here are expected to donate a gift that will be regifted at random, earning access and a stamp of their tin visa that resembles the oblong crystal coin used as currency in this realm.
Police are on the lookout for financial crimes here and will demand visas of any they suspect to be committed fraud, short-selling merchants, or thieving in any way, shape, or form. There are three vistas, one in each market square, upon which heralds stand and announce the crimes and punishments noted of the previous day. Minor theft is common and the punishment is a brand upon the criminal's neck; major theft results in a loss of a finger for each item stolen; fraud here is punishable by death, but only twice will there be an announcement of an execution during the landfall.
The auctions here are quite lively and characters can expect a minor bidding war to obtain their items, but each item is in pristine condition and provided to them wrapped within a thin set of furs as a thanks for their purchase.
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He's found his way towards this particular section of the market by sheer chance alone, following whatever happened to catch his eye rather than any set beaten path. There are wonders that he couldn't possibly even dream of up for auction, all of which way out of his price range...given that he has absolutely no money to speak of whatsoever.
Each time he passes a bulletin board he can't help but scan it for Wanted Posters of himself and his friends. It's more of a reflex than anything he's actually concerned about, which is why he keeps walking past the translucent board just outside what he figures is the main auction house.
Until he stops walking.
He didn't just see what he think he just saw, did he?
No...no it couldn't be.
Cautiously, Aang backtracks and gives the board a closer inspection.
There, on the board, is an image of a lemur.
Not just any lemur, a flying lemur of the Southern Air Temple.
Listed for sale on this bulletin board in some alternate universe...is Momo.
Aang's jaw drops, and he frantically scans the auction block for a sign of his friend, but there's none to be found. The auction has yet to start.
Maybe there's still time. Maybe....but he'll need money. Lots of money, and fast.
He wastes no time whipping up an airscooter and rocketing off in search of someone to help...
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In some ways it was almost nostalgic; it brought back memories both good and ill of his formative years. Moving across the Four Nations as a nomad would before staying in Republic City. Noatak's daze of nostalgia came to a screeching halt when he happened by a bulletin board alerting potential buyers of latest wares.
No. Couldn't be.
"A flying lemur..." He wondered aloud before feeling a sudden breeze move in his direction. Only it didn't feel natural, and he when Noatak turned he barely had enough time to feel his throat clench when a orange-robbed figure came careening towards him.
Impossible- !
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His mind was a frantic mess of thoughts, which is why he didn't see the man he'd just plowed into until after the collision that sent him flying end over end, and landing in a heap with the capelet of his robes draped over his head.
"...ooof. sorry."
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No, he thought with all the collected bitterness of twenty some off years, No even now I'm denied seeing him as he was when he cast us aside.
Defeat was the poor sister of anger, and Noatak felt in rise in his chest as he dragged Aang roughly by his arms to his feet. He had so wanted to hate the Avatar to whom he placed the blame of his father being turned loose upon him, but he also he revered this specific incarnation. So badly had he wanted to surpass Aang as his father could not - to please the saintly man in place of Yakone.
Acting almost on impulse, or even instinct, Noatak turned to the vendor holding the auctions. "The airbender boy's flying lemur," he shook his sizeable pockets, "How much more do you need to make it his own?"
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The vendor smiles broadly.
"That all depends on the outcome of the auction. You are not the first to inquire about this, what did you call it...flying lemur?"
"Momo," Aang pipes up finally. His name is Momo."
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"I will pay whatever is needed for the return of this...Momo."
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"Sizable opening bid you've made here, Stranger."
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"I've been here long enough that I can afford to bankroll a touching reunion."
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He sees the small smile on Noatak's face a few moments before his words sink in.
...touching reunion.
Oh. Oh that gives Aang an idea.
Slowly he turns to look back at the vendor, his very best hangdog expression on display for the man who now stands between a boy and his lemur.
The vendor, who had leaned back ever so slightly at the not-so-subtle threat. When the other man turned towards the child the vendor scanned the crowd for a nearby security officer, but all he found was the child...pouting at him.
"How can you even be sure that the creature belongs to this child? Hmmm? How do I know you're not attempting to swindle us all?"
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"I could have your arm before the security officer can take a step towards me," He spoke in a deep, clear voice that was more like a low roar or a volcano before it erupted, "You have enough money to cancel the auction and keep two working arms. Unless one flying lemur is really worth it."
There was a tense silence as Noatak slowly released his hands around the vendor who by now had gone pale a sheet. The latch to Momo's holding cage was opened seconds late.
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Aang, for his part, just staaaaares at Noatak. The quick escalation to violence reminds the boy of a certain Fire Nation Admiral.
"Thank you, sir," he says as quickly as his voice will allow. "Thank you for your trouble and your time and...and just...thank you."
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"I have a certain fondness," Noatak's voice sounded human again as if a switch had simply been flipped, "for helpless things."
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"It's okay, buddy. He's a friend."
Who, exactly, are you trying to convince here, Aang?
Momo's tail wraps around the boy's neck protectively.
The Vendor takes this opportunity to slip away, and Aang's eyes track him as he makes his exit.
"We should probably go."