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paixaorpg2007-03-13 05:33 pm
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Sing a Song of Sixpence [Active]
Character(s): Ahiru and Fakir
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
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Fakir smiled inwardly as the girl rushed ahead of him. She always recovers quickly from being embarrassed...
He nodded when she called him, and followed her out the door and into the street.
Fakir enjoyed the walk there with Ahiru. Although it was a fair distance, he spent the time chatting idly with her, and before he knew it they had reached the shop. Even at home, he had never been very talkitive to others (and when he had been heartless, Mytho wasn't really the sort of guy that talked much), so it wasn't really something he was used to...but dispite all his teasing jokes and sarcastic comments on the way there, he actually enjoyed it. It really was nice, having her around...
A bell above the door jingled when he opened the door to Folios and stepped in. He instantly felt at home when he entered--the rows of weaponry and armor made the store feel similar to Karon's shop.
Although there were plenty of things that made it very unlike Karon's shop. For one thing, Fakir didn't recongize the guns sitting up on a rack in a display case--there weren't very many guns in Kinkan town, and certainly none that were that advanced.
...And Karon's shop certainly never had a large shelf suffed to the gills with plushies.
Fakir glanced around, but didn't see a shopkeeper for the moment. Oh well, he could find the swords on his own if he wandered through long enough. He turned towards Ahiru. "I'm going to be looking for a sword...be careful. Don't touch anything too breakable. I'll try not to take too long, I'm sure this sort of store is pretty boring for you."
((OOC: I just realized...which one of us is going to play the shopkeeper here? And the gypsy, too...I guess whoever doesn't play the shopkeeper here gets to play the gypsy. Which would you prefer?))