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- † rory willams,
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- † teddy altman,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † tony stark (616),
- † toro raymond,
- † vanessa cleveland,
- † éponine thénardier
Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Phorezton
Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Phorezton, 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 smokey, warm home of the wood miners guild. This is a thriving secondary industry, with the center of town being devoted to an elevator that descends into a large cavern in which a strange form of fungus grows that possesses many of the same traits of wood. The majority of the town works at some job related to the Rhook fungus, either in the mining or the processing of it. They build and sell beautiful Rhook furniture, carts, and other wood-based paraphernalia here. A number of auctions are held here, with the items often bearing a smokey scent or bit of ash - explained as having been recovered from the ashes of a recent fire.
All visitors must report to their customs entry, an easy diversion given that it is the only entry into the town. Provision of an adequate gift will result in their tin visa being stamped with a series of lines that looks like the rings of a tree. The police here are marginally more relaxed about proof of identification, but they are sharply on the lookout for arson and any property-related crimes. There is a smokey scent hanging in the air and a whole section of the city is little more than a warm, charred cinder. Questions about this earn the explanation of a dark mindset overcoming half the residents of that area only two months back and it worsened quickly into strife. One night, the area went up in flames and many of the residents perished with their homes and nearly the whole town was lost. Since then, they have been careful about fires and changes in personality both, with many residents currently residing in jail until their foul tempers dissipate.
Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Phorezton, 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 smokey, warm home of the wood miners guild. This is a thriving secondary industry, with the center of town being devoted to an elevator that descends into a large cavern in which a strange form of fungus grows that possesses many of the same traits of wood. The majority of the town works at some job related to the Rhook fungus, either in the mining or the processing of it. They build and sell beautiful Rhook furniture, carts, and other wood-based paraphernalia here. A number of auctions are held here, with the items often bearing a smokey scent or bit of ash - explained as having been recovered from the ashes of a recent fire.
All visitors must report to their customs entry, an easy diversion given that it is the only entry into the town. Provision of an adequate gift will result in their tin visa being stamped with a series of lines that looks like the rings of a tree. The police here are marginally more relaxed about proof of identification, but they are sharply on the lookout for arson and any property-related crimes. There is a smokey scent hanging in the air and a whole section of the city is little more than a warm, charred cinder. Questions about this earn the explanation of a dark mindset overcoming half the residents of that area only two months back and it worsened quickly into strife. One night, the area went up in flames and many of the residents perished with their homes and nearly the whole town was lost. Since then, they have been careful about fires and changes in personality both, with many residents currently residing in jail until their foul tempers dissipate.
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This place is all up with the sci-fi fetishes and you want old school? [A chuckle and half a shake of his head.] Look, I get 'buff' and all, but this place is Silicon Valley wet dream. [A gesture around.] Maybe he just doesn't get 'old school' like that. Why not ask for something a little less ancient from this Grinch of a craftsman.
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[And uh, cool? But he doesn't say that. And it should be silent but who knows, he's never actually had one or been trained with one. Just really want one now that there was -- or so he though -- an opportunity to get one.]
Silicon Valley's there for show and huzzah. You don't go there for silent and deadly.
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Yeah? So's a suppressor.
[Not like he's advertising that he knows what he knows, but... dude, he knows it.]
Bit easier to carry around to, if you get what I'm saying. Not real conspicuous in your pocket.
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This? [He stabs a finger at the blueprint then smooths it over with a hand] It's classic weapons design. Normally, I could give no fucks about design as long as it works.
But this is [He shrugs then, half smirks.] It's for a fun. I'm Joe, by the way. You fresh here?
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[That's an easy shrug and he's sticking his hands in his pockets to look at the design.]
Classic's just cracked for that. [A chortle, then a look at him. Kind of sizing him up proper like.] And, yeah, close enough. Name's Jax. Arrived a bit back, but been busy getting comfortable on this walking crazyhouse.
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[His turn to shrug and he looks up from the designs, gets a good glance at the newcomer and the obvious question comes up. No need to be subtle given what they've talked about.] So Jax, hitman or just gangbanger?
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Still, he's not asking for the smokin' gun, just an idea of where he stands.]
The one callin' the shots, or damn near enough. [Said with a nod and a careful look up and down of this ballista-badass; he's got no kutte and no patch what he can see.] Who're you runnin' with?
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[Jason looks at Jax, then folds and tucks the blueprint back into his pocket. No point in flashing that around in case people get ideas. Jax doesn't look like much for someone close to the head of the table, and he likes that—if he is that—because it's an ancient philosophy to never flaunt when you're a big fish. Only the ones that last, follows that line of thinking.]
I don't run with anyone. [His tone has a finality and firmness to it that says there never was or ever will be a person he'll run with. Then in an easier tone: ] I like driving better.
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Still, it ain't good business for him if this guy's going to step into his niche of the market, so's he got to be careful here. Play the cards right.]
S'fair enough.
[Said with a slight shrug, like he don't mind.]
You drive much in busy streets, or you a backroads racer?