The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Amer]

An old man, tall and skinny woth a pointy nose, and long white hair under a drooping hat came out of the building wrining his boney hands together.
"If you would, could you move on?" He asked annoyed that this group of forieners were mingling outside, blocking the entrance, and for all he knew possibly plotting to rob him. "I've got a business to run here."

(I don't know that I'll be around to run the NPC but I'll give it a go)

“He wants us to come in,” Korim explained, walking through the door.
“You stay here,” Kyle told Rylie. Rylie obediently sat and yawned. He didn’t know how long Kyle would be gone, but he would spend that time napping. Even a very loyal cat like him couldn’t be bothered to waste his precious few hours of sleep ensuring that Kyle got by fine on his own.
Kyle ran through the door that the man had opened as though he expected it to slam shut and crush him. When he wanted to he could be quite speedy.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Charlie looked down at his clothes and had to admit that Kipp had a point. He felt a twinge of sadness as he stared at his ripped, dirtied sweatshirt. Dang, my clothes stink. He realized. Alex’s clothes were even worse-looking, and he certainly wasn’t going to let his annoying brother become a popsicle.
Charlie sighed, his dreams crashing and burning, much like the cool mega-phoenix he had been imagining. His hopes came back for a second when he remembered the treasure he had taken, but then disappeared again when he realized that he’d lost them. All those expensive-looking coins had probably fell out of his now-nonexistent pockets.

Kipp smiled at him shaking his head like it was nothing. "It's fine, it's not like we even knew we had it. If I hadn't said anything it would just go unused. Not a big deal."

“He wants us to come in,” Korim explained, walking through the door.
“You stay here,” Kyle told Rylie. Rylie obediently sat and yawned. He didn’t know how long Kyle would be gone, but he would spend that time napping. Even a very loyal cat like him couldn’t be bothered to waste his precious few hours of sleep ensuring that Kyle got by fine on his own.
Kyle ran through the door that the man had opened as though he expected it to slam shut and crush him. When he wanted to he could be quite speedy.

(hahhahah, Korim is the worst translator ever. "GO AWAY." "He says come in, and join him for supper."

I'd say maybe 5 normal sized people can fit in here besides the shop keeper. Or once all the intrusive silliness is done we can just assume everyone's made their order with this guy. ?? Who ever wants to can, I don't actually care if there's more than 5 people in here, they'll just have to hang from the ceiling.)

Kipp followed, entering the small shop and realizing quite quickly that they all likely wouldn't fit in here together. "Maybe ask him first if he'll accept the thing as payment?" He asked looking around at the colorful bolts of material on the walls, most looked to be some kind of animal hide, some that could be suede, others that looked like someone shave a sheep sewed it to a sheet and dyed the whole thing bright blue. There were a few that looked like they might be cotton too, but there wasn't a lot of it and the colors were limited. The whole room unlike the outside had a warmness to it. The cold stone glow of a lantern being the only thing that made it less inviting.

---

With out any conversation directed at him, in a language he could understand several of the miscreants pushed their way into the shop. He darted past them, as quickly as his old bones would take him, waddling with his protesting knees to defend the doorway that lead to the back of the shop where he kept his money. "What is it you want?" He demanded planting his fists on his hips.

 

[Amer]

Kipp smiled at him shaking his head like it was nothing. "It's fine, it's not like we even knew we had it. If I hadn't said anything it would just go unused. Not a big deal."




(hahhahah, Korim is the worst translator ever. "GO AWAY." "He says come in, and join him for supper."

I'd say maybe 5 normal sized people can fit in here besides the shop keeper. Or once all the intrusive silliness is done we can just assume everyone's made their order with this guy. ?? Who ever wants to can, I don't actually care if there's more than 5 people in here, they'll just have to hang from the ceiling.)

Kipp followed, entering the small shop and realizing quite quickly that they all likely wouldn't fit in here together. "Maybe ask him first if he'll accept the thing as payment?" He asked looking around at the colorful bolts of material on the walls, most looked to be some kind of animal hide, some that could be suede, others that looked like someone shave a sheep sewed it to a sheet and dyed the whole thing bright blue. There were a few that looked like they might be cotton too, but there wasn't a lot of it and the colors were limited. The whole room unlike the outside had a warmness to it. The cold stone glow of a lantern being the only thing that made it less inviting.

---

With out any conversation directed at him, in a language he could understand several of the miscreants pushed their way into the shop. He darted past them, as quickly as his old bones would take him, waddling with his protesting knees to defend the doorway that lead to the back of the shop where he kept his money. "What is it you want?" He demanded planting his fists on his hips.

(I’m laughing he is the worst translator, lol.)
Korim looked at the bird in Kipp’s had and Kyle looked around with uncomfortable uselessness, realizing his presence would only make bargaining awkward. Kyle never was a good judge of room capacity, considering that this one could probably hold the entire little people population in his home town with plenty of elbow room to spare. He was considering backing his way out when he realized the condition of the floor. He slunk against a bole of fabric instead.
The realization came to Korim abruptly. If this curmudgeonly old man didn’t believe his claims about the bird being a Fire Bird, which he certainly wouldn’t... then there would be no way to prove it. And even if he did get out his flint or summon Aella, there’d be the issue of potential explosions in a shop that was really just one big -or rather, small- fire hazard.
Despite this small, nagging worry -yeah it was actually eating Korim up inside- Korim slapped on his best salesman grin. After all, if this doesn’t work out, I can just blame Kipp. It was his idea in the first place.
“This young man was wondering if a Fire Bird would be acceptable payment for some stout winter gear.” Was winter gear an acceptable term? Technically it was summer... so it couldn’t really considered winter gear. It was ordinary dress for the Rugæ. But ‘ordinary gear’ sounded weird. And ‘climbing gear’ well, they weren’t climbing mountains, they were traversing them.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Kipp smiled at him shaking his head like it was nothing. "It's fine, it's not like we even knew we had it. If I hadn't said anything it would just go unused. Not a big deal."




(hahhahah, Korim is the worst translator ever. "GO AWAY." "He says come in, and join him for supper."

I'd say maybe 5 normal sized people can fit in here besides the shop keeper. Or once all the intrusive silliness is done we can just assume everyone's made their order with this guy. ?? Who ever wants to can, I don't actually care if there's more than 5 people in here, they'll just have to hang from the ceiling.)

Kipp followed, entering the small shop and realizing quite quickly that they all likely wouldn't fit in here together. "Maybe ask him first if he'll accept the thing as payment?" He asked looking around at the colorful bolts of material on the walls, most looked to be some kind of animal hide, some that could be suede, others that looked like someone shave a sheep sewed it to a sheet and dyed the whole thing bright blue. There were a few that looked like they might be cotton too, but there wasn't a lot of it and the colors were limited. The whole room unlike the outside had a warmness to it. The cold stone glow of a lantern being the only thing that made it less inviting.

---

With out any conversation directed at him, in a language he could understand several of the miscreants pushed their way into the shop. He darted past them, as quickly as his old bones would take him, waddling with his protesting knees to defend the doorway that lead to the back of the shop where he kept his money. "What is it you want?" He demanded planting his fists on his hips.

Take snickered as he watched the old man beat the group into the shop, his droopy hat bouncing a top his head. He leaned up against the nearest wall to avoid getting trapped in the middle of the crowded space. He glanced around at the different materials, it was obvious that he was thinking about something by how he brought his eyebrows together and slightly stuck out his chin.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(I’m laughing he is the worst translator, lol.)
Korim looked at the bird in Kipp’s had and Kyle looked around with uncomfortable uselessness, realizing his presence would only make bargaining awkward. Kyle never was a good judge of room capacity, considering that this one could probably hold the entire little people population in his home town with plenty of elbow room to spare. He was considering backing his way out when he realized the condition of the floor. He slunk against a bole of fabric instead.
The realization came to Korim abruptly. If this curmudgeonly old man didn’t believe his claims about the bird being a Fire Bird, which he certainly wouldn’t... then there would be no way to prove it. And even if he did get out his flint or summon Aella, there’d be the issue of potential explosions in a shop that was really just one big -or rather, small- fire hazard.
Despite this small, nagging worry -yeah it was actually eating Korim up inside- Korim slapped on his best salesman grin. After all, if this doesn’t work out, I can just blame Kipp. It was his idea in the first place.
“This young man was wondering if a Fire Bird would be acceptable payment for some stout winter gear.” Was winter gear an acceptable term? Technically it was summer... so it couldn’t really considered winter gear. It was ordinary dress for the Rugæ. But ‘ordinary gear’ sounded weird. And ‘climbing gear’ well, they weren’t climbing mountains, they were traversing them.

The man stared at him gape-jawed barely able to process that these people were requesting his services. "Fire? Bird?" He asked looking from Korim to Kipp, and then down at the small red translucent bird toy he held. "Where, might you have come across this?" He asked brushing his hand across his wiskery chin. He doubted it was real, after all where would a Harpy child have come across something so valuable? Unlike the Rugae children who he knew to be bold enough to sneak into a dragons cave, harpies tended to be quite a bit more timid.

 

[Amer]

The man stared at him gape-jawed barely able to process that these people were requesting his services. "Fire? Bird?" He asked looking from Korim to Kipp, and then down at the small red translucent bird toy he held. "Where, might you have come across this?" He asked brushing his hand across his wiskery chin. He doubted it was real, after all where would a Harpy child have come across something so valuable? Unlike the Rugae children who he knew to be bold enough to sneak into a dragons cave, harpies tended to be quite a bit more timid.

(XD I can see it. Funny he assumes the only ones left for the taking are in dragon caves, which might be true actually.)
Korim crossed his arms and smiled smugly.
“We have slain a dragon and raided its horde. Kipp noticed this very valuable item amongst the treasure.” Korim didn’t feel like explaining that while he had sat helplessly in the dragon’s grasp, Eve did most of the killing. You’d understand. Also he really wondered how welcome someone with death breath would be.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(XD I can see it. Funny he assumes the only ones left for the taking are in dragon caves, which might be true actually.)
Korim crossed his arms and smiled smugly.
“We have slain a dragon and raided its horde. Kipp noticed this very valuable item amongst the treasure.” Korim didn’t feel like explaining that while he had sat helplessly in the dragon’s grasp, Eve did most of the killing. You’d understand. Also he really wondered how welcome someone with death breath would be.

(Im gonna pretend that's blue)
The old man raised an eyebrow pausing in his chin stroking to study Korim, and then moving his gaze to Take.

The pink haired man certainly looked like he'd recently faced a dragon. What little clothes were still intact appeared to be charred around the egdes.

"Give it here." He said holding his hand out, though not taking his eyes off Take, he was too close to the fresh fabric for his liking but he didn't want to say, 'keep your grubby hands off.' to potential buyers.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Im gonna pretend that's blue)
The old man raised an eyebrow pausing in his chin stroking to study Korim, and then moving his gaze to Take.

The pink haired man certainly looked like he'd recently faced a dragon. What little clothes were still intact appeared to be charred around the egdes.

"Give it here." He said holding his hand out, though not taking his eyes off Take, he was too close to the fresh fabric for his liking but he didn't want to say, 'keep your grubby hands off.' to potential buyers.

Alex stuck his grubby hands on an interesting soft leather coat.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Alex stuck his grubby hands on an interesting soft leather coat.

"Ahhh don't touch! Don't touch!" The old man yelled trying to herd the child out of his shop.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

(Im gonna pretend that's blue)
The old man raised an eyebrow pausing in his chin stroking to study Korim, and then moving his gaze to Take.

The pink haired man certainly looked like he'd recently faced a dragon. What little clothes were still intact appeared to be charred around the egdes.

"Give it here." He said holding his hand out, though not taking his eyes off Take, he was too close to the fresh fabric for his liking but he didn't want to say, 'keep your grubby hands off.' to potential buyers.

"Ahhh don't touch! Don't touch!" The old man yelled trying to herd the child out of his shop.

Take eventually noticed the old man looking straight at him, his gaze unwavering. He raised a brow and frowned a little as he stared down the old man in return. “Square up gramps I dare you.” he growled under his breath. When Alex distracted the old man by touching one of the items in the shop, Take took the chance to run his fingers through a wooly multicolored fabric that was pinned up next to him.