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player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 3
WHO: Anyone who's not dead!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!
Following Tony Stark's announcement and its glimmer of slightly insane-sounding hope, there's work to be done. The magic/science, of course; anyone with the ability to help construct a dragon-blood-powered time machine may be enlisted into that effort.
For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.
In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.
For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.
In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.
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They exchange a glance. Gela is playing it up, demeanor light and easy. "Twice the going rate? That's very generous."
It's a game of patience, bartering, honesty and calling bluffs. Ellie won't stand here and smile or play along and she gets that, and this man also gets that, and is only trying to have a rise out of her. Gela won't see her lose that bow, too.
"We'd be grateful for a quick exchange, serah. If the trade goes easy, we'll keep you in mind going forward."
From the look on his face, he's definitely considering it now. He looks less smug.
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"300," she says flatly, trying not to grind her teeth. Normally she'd be at least halfway decent at this, but her patience is shot, and they're running in a ticking clock.
The merchant is looking a little less smug about all of this, and he gives Gela a shrewd look, finding her smile polite and her jaw firm.
"How many units did you say you needed?"
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When he meets her eye she doesn't back down, doesn't look at Ellie again. She watches him reach for his stock. She adds, "For now," in case it sweetens him again and he nods, seeming to accept this. Three hundred, for five, and the promise of repeat custom? He couldn't hope to find anything better.
Her hand is still on Ellie's arm. She keeps it there, because she wants to.
"Ellie, do you have the coin?"
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Gela's hand on her arm holds her back though, like a hand kept on a hilt of a knife.
"We don't have that much," Ellie says plainly.
"Then you'll have to run back to your Gallows and get it, won't you?"
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"I've never known volcanic aurum to cost so much—you are swindling us, sir!"
And now other people are pausing in their shopping, stopping to stare.
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Ellie feels a lot more justified now, and she can't help a small, self-satisfied smirk as Gela also starts to take the man to task over his bullshit.
"I have simply stated my price," the man sniffs at them. "If you choose not to pay it, that is your prerogative!"
... but he is looking distinctly uncomfortable with the amount of attention they're starting to get, especially when the whispers begin. Plenty of people move on with their lives, but every nearby stall has someone with an ear tuned to their direction.