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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2021 15:21:43 GMT -5
"Thank you for your business," the shop owner answered as they took Agris' coin. The snowy could hardly be called a frequent customer whether it was to this particular shop or to the strip as a whole. While the librarian did make trips to the shopping center, it was most often just for an observational run. The owl made rare few purchases on account of having few material desires and spending most of their time reading or collecting information. If she needed to shop, she made a habit of visiting different shops and stalls each time. It was another means of collecting information, one that told her which shops had the best quality and where they were located. While it was information that was not of particular interest to the avian, it was still useful to know. Today was a rare case to find the stoic owl out and about.
Agris gave a simple nod to the shop keep before existing the diminished building. A glance at the sky told the snowy the weather would not be fair today. It would be best for her to return home quickly. Some of her purchases were rather prone to water-damage after all. The raptor checked that all her purchases were accounted for before striding off. Her stock of quills, ink, and paper had become rather low. It was high time she restocked them. It was too crowded at the moment for her to take flight despite her desire to do so. For the moment, she would have to content herself with walking.
Unfortunately, it seemed the weather was not on her side that day. The clouds soon broke and rain began to pour. A slight drizzle at first, but it began to build. Agris had no complaints of making her way through the rain. The owl's feathers were rather waterproof after all, but her purchases did not share that trait. Muttering a foreign curse under her tongue, she made her way to the nearest shelter. The building was a pub. At this time of day, there were few customers. The pub owner stood behind the bar cleaning out cups. They nodded at Agris and seemed about to inquire as to her needs when she waved them away with a wing. Settling herself at an unoccupied table off to the side, she set her wares down to wait for the rain to fade. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Dated for May 3rd, 2755 at around 2PM. Take it wherever : )
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Post by Rostyn Hart on Jan 26, 2021 4:46:36 GMT -5
When he awoke that morning Rostyn quickly realized that the weather was going to be unpleasant sooner or later. It was with a heavy sigh that he pulled on his clothes - a loose-fitting black shirt of well-woven fiber and equally-loose brown shorts that left his legs free to move - and made his way to the market. Not the most social of creatures, he often didn't go out of his way to leave his home unless work or errands beckoned and today was one of those days. He found himself short of dried meats in his supply, which he used as easy-to-pack food when he had to leave the city on a job. Most of his jobs required that he leave the city, so it was often that he ran low on food that was easy to travel with.
The red wolf preferred a few specific stalls in the market and he stopped at one run by a shy female african wild dog who's method of seasoning and drying her meat made it both taste great and last quite a while before spoiling. She sold a mix of venison from the forests as well as mutton, beef, and pork from flocks and herds run by members of her family. He smiled at her as he approached, coaxing a rare smile out of her as well. Selecting a little of each type of meat that she was selling, he passed over his coin and wrapped the meat carefully in traveling cloths, portioning it out as he did so and then tucking it all into a cloth back that he carried slung over his shoulder. "Thank you, dear," he said with a charming smile. She returned the thanks as he stepped out among the crowd, making his way towards a few other shops where he would find a few more travel foods to stock up on.
A wet drop fell on his nose and he paused in the street to glance upward. The clouds had grown darker and as he watched the drops began to fall heavy and fast. Animals began to run for cover or for home, with only a few ignoring the rain as they went about their business. If he had been carrying anything other than food he might have done the same, but the rain would not do any favors for his dried meat. He ducked into the nearest doorway that looked safe and found himself in one of the local pubs. Shaking some of the rain from his fur, he stepped farther in, nodding to the barkeep who owned the establishment before turning towards the dining area. It was not too crowded, though several of the tables had diners that were eating or drinking - or both. To one side, however, Rostyn saw a smaller figure covered in white feathers. The owl was just settling down at a table off the to side, away from the other diners, and did not have any food or drink with her. Like him, she had a bundle of her own, probably carrying her own purchases.
Though not often the one to approach a stranger so directly unless a situation forced him into it, Rostyn found himself intrigued by the snowy owl who really did not look as though she belonged there. He stepped forward, stopping politely a little ways away from the table. "Escaping the rain as well?" he asked casually, his voice pleasant and friendly. "May I join you?" he added with a light gesture of his hand towards her table.
@agris
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2021 22:33:21 GMT -5
From the moment Agris had stepped through the doors of the old bar, her old habits had begun to whirl. Her eyes fell on one thing after another, be it an animal deep in their drinks, a ratted old table that had seen a number of visitors, or a neat, little rat's hole that nearby mice had chewed into the worn wall. The owl was an analyst by nature, and any new object, animal, or place drew her probing gaze. The bar did just that. Her mind whirred picking up detail after detail about her environment and its occupants. The snowy's mind focused on the approaching canine as he stopped a polite distance away. A damp appearance with nothing in their hands save for a parcel indicated to the owl that this may also be another refugee from the rain. Due to a raptor's typical expressionless face and her own nature, Agris gave no indication of whether the intrusion was welcome or not. Her voice was soft, steady, as she replied, "One could say as much." The information broker spoke as if she was not actually present, but rather, simply an observer peering in from outside. She gestured to the table as she moved aside, drawing her package closer, to make room for the wolf. "Be my guest." Her words were again spoken in a smooth monotone. The wolf's words seemed genial enough, but liars were made of all kinds. She had dealt with a number of unsavory types in her line of work. Agris had learned to never judge a character by first appearances. Some never revealed their truths even after a hundred meetings. There was something about this canine that beggared attention.
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Post by Rostyn Hart on Feb 11, 2021 5:11:12 GMT -5
Rostyn's smile was effortless as he slid into the open place at the table, placing his cloth-wrapped goods next to him. Though the owl drew her parcel closer to her, he made no effort to keep his tucked firmly against him, though it was close enough that it would be hard for someone to grab it before he could stop them. With his excellent hearing he could pick up some of the chatter from across the room and it would be difficult for someone to sneak up on him without making a sound in a place such as this.
The lack of expression on her face didn't deter or bother him. Rostyn was not the kind who typically gave a damn what anyone thought of him, so not being able to read her was only the slightest inconvenience. She had given him permission to sit, and for him that was enough. Still, she seemed very out of place in the dreary interior of the drinking house. Her bright white feathers stood out against the darker interior. He supposed his red-brown fur didn't fare much better in blending in, but perhaps he was less eye catching than she.
"You don't look like someone who frequents these establishments," he said with a nod of his head towards the rest of the room, not asking for an explanation but merely making an observation or perhaps even making idle conversation. Talking might help pass the time as they waited for the rain to pass. "Rostyn Hart," he said with a mild gesture to himself. He had no fear of sharing his real name, though some might prefer not to offer theirs. The expression on his face made it clear that she could keep hers to herself if she wished and he would not be offended. As a mercenary one worked with all sorts and he found that he didn't mind what he was dealing with anymore. Everyone had their reasons for keeping things a secret or not, and that was fine.
@agris
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