-The Mythics RP-

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(Thank you.

For future reference, please don't RP other people's characters. They typically don't like that unless they gave permission before hand.)

(Ok. I’ve been in a few RPs where we often do that to pop inspiration in boring places. Every RP is different in that way)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

“Thank you. If anybody can find it, you can.”
The two headed over to the trunk, where Adeen held all of her old belongings that were now much useless. Maybe in the future they would be used again, but not until then.
“I’ll take that.” Adeen snatched a half-finished sampler from the top of the trunk. She had clearly overlooked the fact it was there.

"Whoa," Claura snatched the sampler out of Adeen's hand. Holding it up, she asked, "Did you make this? It looks like it was coming out lovely."

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

(Ok. I’ve been in a few RPs where we often do that to pop inspiration in boring places. Every RP is different in that way)

(I've never seen that. Whenever I've seen other people take over someone else's character, the other person wasn't happy about it. )

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"Whoa," Claura snatched the sampler out of Adeen's hand. Holding it up, she asked, "Did you make this? It looks like it was coming out lovely."

“I started it a few weeks ago. It’s covered in knots. I guess embroidery is not my forte. But thank you for the compliment.” Adeen was embarrassed. Why was that out here?!

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

“I started it a few weeks ago. It’s covered in knots. I guess embroidery is not my forte. But thank you for the compliment.” Adeen was embarrassed. Why was that out here?!

"A few weeks ago?" Claura exclaimed. "And you never told me?" She looked it over more closely. "I could have given you a few pointers." She handed it back to Adeen. "See? You really need to get out of your current business. There's so much more things you could do- Things that you enjoy doing."

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"A few weeks ago?" Claura exclaimed. "And you never told me?" She looked it over more closely. "I could have given you a few pointers." She handed it back to Adeen. "See? You really need to get out of your current business. There's so much more things you could do- Things that you enjoy doing."

“But I do enjoy metalwork! I just don’t enjoy staying up all night in the forge! That’s all!” Adeen protested. But it was true. She did need to have more time for things she enjoyed.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

"Yes," Jintao replied. Did he really look homeless? He was poor and obviously cared about the poor, but he wasn't homeless.
He watched her pick up the boots. That were pretty and thought they would look good on her. He jingled the coins that were still in his hand. "You didn't need to pay me if you couldn't afford it." Jintao place the coins carefully on the counter and slid them towards her. "I didn't need the money."

Without a word she flicked the coins back at him and turned her attention to the doorway.

Jack and his wife, Daisy entered the room. Daisy was about as old as her husband and she was a little bit shorter. She carried two bowls of hot pottage, which she handed one of each to the visitors. "You two look starved," she said with her aging tone. "Eat up before it gets cold." She stared Tay. "Lyra, it is?" She gave her husband a concerned look, who met her look with his own. "Such a pretty name," she turned back to Tay.

@_-Captain BRM-_

"Sure. I want to buy those." She set the bowl against the counter and motioned toward her collection. "I need a needle, too." The stared at the old man. "A pot of hot water. I'll pay for everything."
Being victimized and needy seemed effective.
Forceful advancement was quicker, but she was tired.
Her feet burned, and she knew the sores had blistered into infection. Theft and literal, physical sprinting seemed always to pair, and one needed a good set of feet to pull of a successful get away.
She knew her words were brash and direct. She hadn't even blessed the old woman.
But simple pain ailed her body, and Jintao's prestigious nature toward the old couple bit at her sanity.
A patchy agenda nagged at her mind, and she did not suppress it.
Patience ran dry, and she did not care.

@Lacy Duckwing

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Without a word she flicked the coins back at him and turned her attention to the doorway.

"Sure. I want to buy those." She set the bowl against the counter and motioned toward her collection. "I need a needle, too." The stared at the old man. "A pot of hot water. I'll pay for everything."
Being victimized and needy seemed effective.
Forceful advancement was quicker, but she was tired.
Her feet burned, and she knew the sores had blistered into infection. Theft and literal, physical sprinting seemed always to pair, and one needed a good set of feet to pull of a successful get away.
She knew her words were brash and direct. She hadn't even blessed the old woman.
But simple pain ailed her body, and Jintao's prestigious nature toward the old couple bit at her sanity.
A patchy agenda nagged at her mind, and she did not suppress it.
Patience ran dry, and she did not care.

@Lacy Duckwing

"Thank you, madam," Jintao said, taking the bowl and setting it on the counter. Leaning over it, he began eating it.

The old lady seemed taken off by Tay's request at first. It took her a minute before she said, "Alright. I'll go get them." With an exchanged look at her husband, she left the three by the counter.

Jack watched Daisy go. Then he turned to Jintao. "How was the spices?" he asked.
Jintao paused from his eating with a frown. "I haven't had the chance to try them yet," he said, staring at his bowl. He grabbed the copper coins as though to change the subject. "You wouldn't have a cheap clock, would you? Someone stole mine while I was away."
Jack shook his head in disappointment. "Jintao, when are you ever going to get yourself a weapon and protect your place for once? I'm sick of hearing of people robbing you just because you're handicapped. This is what, the third time this month?"
Jintao instantly looked at Tay. He wasn't sure why; he just did. He glanced down at his pottage, a little embarrassed for looking at her, then turned to Jack. "I live on the first floor. Thieves like to go for what's easiest. Besides, I wasn't home."


@_-Captain BRM-_

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

“But I do enjoy metalwork! I just don’t enjoy staying up all night in the forge! That’s all!” Adeen protested. But it was true. She did need to have more time for things she enjoyed.

Claura put her hands on her hips and said, "Metalwork is meant for men, not women." She sighed and let her hands fall down by her side. "Let's just find that thing and get you ready for next week." She knelt by the chest and began digging through it. After a few minutes, she finally found it.
"Ew," Claura said, picking it up. Mice must have gotten into the chest, as there was stains, holes, and other signs of mice on it.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Claura put her hands on her hips and said, "Metalwork is meant for men, not women." She sighed and let her hands fall down by her side. "Let's just find that thing and get you ready for next week." She knelt by the chest and began digging through it. After a few minutes, she finally found it.
"Ew," Claura said, picking it up. Mice must have gotten into the chest, as there was stains, holes, and other signs of mice on it.

Adeen sighed. Nobody understood. Maybe in the future, metalwork would become a woman's trade as well as men's, but right now was the present. True, her job was hard and exausting, but she often found joy in it.
"Oh no! The mice must have found the trunk! Oof. I need a cat." She took the now destroyed corset, and put it into a tin bucket by the door. "Guess I can use it to start a fire in the shop tomorrow."