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Oct 21, 2012 10:02PM
Kendal grinned widely. "How does it do that without magic?" She asked. She hoped she could understand it eventually. It might be fun to create a show if her own. She thought about asking her Merchant friend, but the thought created a blade of home sickness that promptly stabbed at her heart. "How long does it take for living trees to become dormant again?"
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Kendal looked at the spouts of the fountain. There were lights, just as Cecily had said. She still wondered how you could get a certain color to go off at the same time the water spouts moved and how you could get it to go off with some one manually doing all of it. She wondered if she could find a book on it. Kendal gasped. "Is there such a thing as a library? A large building that gives away free books for certain amounts of time?" She bounced excitedly.
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Kendal nodded. "I need to get Alice in Wonderland." She was happy she would be able to read it anyway, even without seeing her merchant friend. She knew she would miss him, but at least with the living trees, she might be able to go back soon. "Lead the way, Captain Tailed-Girl!" Kendal commanded with a salute.
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Kendal was amazed at the amount of books. She read the titles of any she set her eyes on. After Cecily led her to the right shelf for the book she wanted, she scanned those titles. She picked it out rather quickly and pulled it off the shelf. "How many can you check out at one time?" She asked.
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"What kind of book talks about the stuff that makes the fountain work?" She thought about a few other subjects she was curious about. "Is there anything on living trees? Maybe there is a way to keep them from waking... I don't want to kill them of course." She explained. "That way when I go back home I don't have to constantly patrol for brainless travelers who decide fighting there would be a good idea." She grumbled out the last bit.
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Kendal took the large books in her small hands and stepped back from their weight. She gently placed them down before turning back to Cecily. She had wide eyes that were over flowing with tears. "Tailed-Girl... I'm not mad at you for waking the living trees, and I know it wasn't your fault. Thanks for taking care of me." She sort of waddled forward and hugged the woman who had helped her so much the passed day or so. "I'm sorry for being a pain..."
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Kendal dried her tears as best she could. "Men don't... sniff.. Cry." She shook her head, trying to toss of the sadness demons. She looked up with wet, but determined eyes. "I won't cause any trouble! And to pay you back, when I go back to my woods, if you ever need leading or information, you can get it for free! No sharpies required!"
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((When are you going to look for whats-his-face? The guy you have to hunt down? Just a question.))
Kendal looked around. "Lets head back. I want to get reading." She said. "And it's weird being without Bear." She smiled brightly at the Tailed-Girl. "So you like pens too? Sharpies are my favorite. They smell gross, but they are so pretty. And they don't come off as fast." She lifted her knees high as she walked, being silly and playful to mirror her emotions.
Kendal looked around. "Lets head back. I want to get reading." She said. "And it's weird being without Bear." She smiled brightly at the Tailed-Girl. "So you like pens too? Sharpies are my favorite. They smell gross, but they are so pretty. And they don't come off as fast." She lifted her knees high as she walked, being silly and playful to mirror her emotions.
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((You know, this oh-so-boring RP isn't going to get any better if you don't reply enough to start the actual plot. I realize you don't find it interesting, but really. :T ))
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Cecily nodded and then smiled at the child. "OKay well we should head back then, I'm sure that he anxiously awaiting your arrival back home." She said and started walking. "I do like them I've liked them for a long time, i just never had the chance to use them so you can rummage through them if you want to."
"I'll only take sharpies." She said with a happy grin. After they got back, Bear trotted up to Kendal and then stuck close to her. He didn't seem to want to be away from her either. She climbed onto his back and hung onto his fur. "Good boy!" She said, rubbing his side with one hand. They both then followed Cecily for a bit until they retired to their own room. Kendal sat on top of the dresser as her mind devoured the book.
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Kendal set down her book with the book mark snugly in place. She walked over to the Tailed-Girl and the large bag. She smiled brightly as she eyed the loot. "Whoa!" She gasped, amazed. She sat down, her legs bending back so her feet were next to her sides. She dug through the bag, like a pirate finding a sack of gold.
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Kendal couldn't stop smiling. Her face would probably end up stuck like that. She dug through and took out a light blue. "These are so cool!" She exclaimed. "It must have taken you forever to collect all of them!" She stared at the sky blue. It was beautiful in her eyes. "Can I have this one? Please, please, please!" Her eyes were big and pleading.
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Kendal's eyes went wide at this and she stared at the bag longingly. "No. These are your treasures. Not mine. I thank you for the addition to my own. But I think most of the pride in collecting is working for them and getting them on your own." She gave a determined grin. "Next time you visit though, I will have twice as many sharpies as in this bag!" She challenged.
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Kendal felt a bit bad for turning the Tailed-Girl down, but she really wanted to make it through at least Alice in Wonderland. "Sorry, Tailed-Girl. I think I am just going to read. I have only heard bits and pieces of the story from my friend. I have found out so much already!" She exclaimed happily. She didn't tell the Tailed-Girl, but the book also relieved a lot of her homesickness. It reminded her of the time she would sit around her tree house with her merchant friend while he told her stories of the outside world and writings of literature.
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Kendal nodded as did Bear who was curled up next to her. She then gave the Tailed-Girl a small smile, before opening her book again. She gingerly set the bookmark aside and buried herself into the story.
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Cecily smiled and shut the door behind her as she left the child's room. She headed for the front door after grabbing her pack and throwing it on. She wanted to be ready for anything that came her way, whether it be an assassin or something else like her target, or anyone working with him.
((I wanted to start the story a bit earlier. I have a lot of ideas. The only question I have is that if you had any. I wouldn't want them to conflict.))
Kendal was busy reading silently in her temporary bedroom with Bear. She began reading out loud to him, so that he may enjoy the story as well. He seemed to be getting very sleeping. Kendal smiled down at her companion as his eyelids started to flutter. He was obviously trying to keep them open, but was struggling. "I can finish in the morning, if you would like." Kendal offered. In response Bear got up and stretched, and he slowly walked over to th With a giggle, Kendal got up and closed her book, bookmark snuggly in place. She climbed up onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself. "Night, Bear." She said and turned off the lamp beside the bed.
Kendal was busy reading silently in her temporary bedroom with Bear. She began reading out loud to him, so that he may enjoy the story as well. He seemed to be getting very sleeping. Kendal smiled down at her companion as his eyelids started to flutter. He was obviously trying to keep them open, but was struggling. "I can finish in the morning, if you would like." Kendal offered. In response Bear got up and stretched, and he slowly walked over to th With a giggle, Kendal got up and closed her book, bookmark snuggly in place. She climbed up onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself. "Night, Bear." She said and turned off the lamp beside the bed.
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Cecily had been outside long before Kendal had decided to go to sleep, she wanted to survey her area, because from what the woman who came to her house had said, the person who she was supposed to be on the lookout for should be close to Xerria.
Xerria was still bustling with people. The sleeping hours were not too far off though, so the streets would begin to clear soon. Laughter and loud chatter could be heard from all around and nothing seemed unusual. The wind was a bit chilly, but the weather was not, overall, that cold.
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She decided that she should go and find some information about the person that she would be tracking down and hunting out. She wanted to know everything that she could before she did anything rash like start her hunt too early. Cecily knew of a good place that she could easily get information that she needed to. She traveled down one of the smaller streets in Xerria to a tavern that rested on a small waterfront. It was the fountain pond that she and Kendal had gone to earlier in the day. The tavern was on the opposite side, so she had to travel from the side she was on to the other, and that took her about five minutes or so. Luckily for her, the information that the tavern 'sold' would never be gone, and that particular section was always available, even after the sleeping hours.
((MUCH! 8D ))
A few men were huddled around a table. they seemed to be playing a kind of card game. Two of the men in the group were giving the waitress a hard time. She didn't look too taken with their attempts to woo her. One man looked up as Cecily opened the door. He had a long, curly beard that had obviously gone a long time without any sort of a hygiene routine. He grinned, showing about nine yellow teeth. His breath smelled of rotting pigs meat and way too much alcohol. He gave off a terrible body odor as well. It was no wonder that no one sat beside him, except those that were just as nasty. Needless to say, no one doubted the waitress for trying to avoid the gross group. "Can I help youuu?" He asked her, trying to sound sweet.
A few men were huddled around a table. they seemed to be playing a kind of card game. Two of the men in the group were giving the waitress a hard time. She didn't look too taken with their attempts to woo her. One man looked up as Cecily opened the door. He had a long, curly beard that had obviously gone a long time without any sort of a hygiene routine. He grinned, showing about nine yellow teeth. His breath smelled of rotting pigs meat and way too much alcohol. He gave off a terrible body odor as well. It was no wonder that no one sat beside him, except those that were just as nasty. Needless to say, no one doubted the waitress for trying to avoid the gross group. "Can I help youuu?" He asked her, trying to sound sweet.
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The man eyed her hungrily. "Why sure, anything for a beautiful young woman." He complimented with a greasy wink. "Who exactly did you need information on? And what.." He paused. "exactly did you intend to pay me with?"
At this point in the conversation a loud crash drew everyone's attention to the waitress. Her tray was on the floor and her face was red with anger. Something was obviously amiss.
"I'm sorry doll, why don't you come over here and-" The man's sentence was cut short. The waitress had hurled her fist into his cheek and the grimy stranger fell out of his seat with another crash to follow the first one.
"That's it!" She snarled through clenched teeth. She quickly untied the apron from around her neck and waist and threw it on the ground. "I quit! I am tired of being verbally abused by you foul bastards!" She then gave one last kick to the man on the ground to which he groaned painfully. "You do not touch my ass, you worthless piece of shit!" With that she pivoted on her heel and stormed out of the pub. Everyone went back to their business, but the group of men at Cecily and her informant's table were deathly silent.
At this point in the conversation a loud crash drew everyone's attention to the waitress. Her tray was on the floor and her face was red with anger. Something was obviously amiss.
"I'm sorry doll, why don't you come over here and-" The man's sentence was cut short. The waitress had hurled her fist into his cheek and the grimy stranger fell out of his seat with another crash to follow the first one.
"That's it!" She snarled through clenched teeth. She quickly untied the apron from around her neck and waist and threw it on the ground. "I quit! I am tired of being verbally abused by you foul bastards!" She then gave one last kick to the man on the ground to which he groaned painfully. "You do not touch my ass, you worthless piece of shit!" With that she pivoted on her heel and stormed out of the pub. Everyone went back to their business, but the group of men at Cecily and her informant's table were deathly silent.
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"... Most everything?" He asked with a snake like grin. His attention was back onto Cecily as he ignored his companion who was trying to get back into his seat. The friend to his right was laughing at him for falling over. The informant rested his dirty chin in the palm of his hand, his gross beard curling around his fingers. "I know this fella. I can give you a name. But what's in it for me...?"
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The informant leaned back and sighed. "So boring you dolls are." He looked her up and down and then looked away with a disappointed tsk. "Give me a piece of cake and don't let me eat it..." He grumbled, almost inaudibly. He pointed at Cecily with a grubby finger. "Buy me a beer." He demanded. "Only a beer. BUT!" He added waving a finger. "Next time you need something from me, I get to chose your method of payment." He said. "That's my final offer."
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"So," She started. "What can you tell me about him?"
He drank the beer with a terrible grin. "Well, the fellow is named Jin Sklar. He hangs around the market district a few times a year. He doesn't talk to people much and keeps to himself. you won't find much about him in the town. You're lucky I even had a name. His face is hard to forget though. I'd ask around the market district if anyone has seen him." He took a long swig from his beer again. "And if you need any help, come back and see me, doll." He said with a gruesome expression.
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The man waved, his lips still to his mug. "Come again!"
By now the weather had gotten colder, and the sleeping hours was preying upon the town. The streets were empty and quiet. The wind was the only thing making a sound, making eerie moans when it swept between buildings. One could see the glowing eyes of monsters that silently waited for food.
By now the weather had gotten colder, and the sleeping hours was preying upon the town. The streets were empty and quiet. The wind was the only thing making a sound, making eerie moans when it swept between buildings. One could see the glowing eyes of monsters that silently waited for food.
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In one nook, she found a wooden necklace. The string was brown and felt like flimsy twigs had been processed into a sting. The wooden amulet piece was a carving of a porcupine. The piece of jewelry gave off a strange sent. Something more than just the wood it was made out of. It smelled of pine and a mixture of spices. It smelled really good actually. The carving was extremely well done, as if crafted my a master. The necklace's string though, was too small to have it fit around the average adult's head. Who was it made for?
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All-the-while she was looking at the item, her senses were flaring and making her realize that she was still not alone, with a forgotten movement of placing the item in her pocket, she turned around to continue her search.
The sleeping hours were moving forward as the eternal time continued to turn the clock's hands. Soon, people began to shuffle sleepily out of buildings and the monsters of the night were slinking back to their dens to get some well needed shut eye. The cold air lightened a bit and some warmth crept back into it, yet it was still very chilly.
Back at the house, Kendal strecthed and stood, groggily walking to the thing the Tailed-Girl called a 'bathroom.' She moved a stool in front of the mirror and looked at her self. She still had not aged a day. She wondered idly why that always was. After leaving the White-Coats she had not continued in her aging process. She shrugged and moved on to analyze the rest of her. Her hair was growing back out and now it reached a bit beyond her shoulders. Last time she had her merchant friend cut it for her, but now that wasn't really an option. Sighing forlornly, she made a note to ask Tailed-Girl to cut it later. She washed up and left the tiny wash room. "Tailed-Girl?" She called, walking down the steps. "Tailed-Girl, you home?" She heard a squeak in the floor boards in the kitchen. "Tailed-Girl, That you? Why didn't you answer me? Are you sleep walking?" She pouted in thought as she neared the noise.
Back at the house, Kendal strecthed and stood, groggily walking to the thing the Tailed-Girl called a 'bathroom.' She moved a stool in front of the mirror and looked at her self. She still had not aged a day. She wondered idly why that always was. After leaving the White-Coats she had not continued in her aging process. She shrugged and moved on to analyze the rest of her. Her hair was growing back out and now it reached a bit beyond her shoulders. Last time she had her merchant friend cut it for her, but now that wasn't really an option. Sighing forlornly, she made a note to ask Tailed-Girl to cut it later. She washed up and left the tiny wash room. "Tailed-Girl?" She called, walking down the steps. "Tailed-Girl, you home?" She heard a squeak in the floor boards in the kitchen. "Tailed-Girl, That you? Why didn't you answer me? Are you sleep walking?" She pouted in thought as she neared the noise.
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She neared her house and was slowly walking towards it.
