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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 22:31:24 GMT
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She was practically beaming, and was quite proud of herself for managing to make a friend like this. “Hey, what’s your pendant supposed to be?” Like a cat, unsure, she tilted her head. It didn’t inspire her to want to own it, that’s for sure. It seemed plain. Or at least plain enough for Enchee to not be so interested in it. She considered herself to have high standards, even if she did live on the streets.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 22:36:01 GMT
Taking off the pendant, he handed it over for her to look at. "It's an anvil with a flame on it. The holy symbol of Moradin. He is the God I worship, and he gives me the powers I use". He hadn't been built religious. It wasn't until he began an apprenticeship with a Dwarven smith that he learned Moradin even existed. His master used to tell him about Moradin, how his eternal flame warmed everyone, how he guided the dwarf when he worked. Crucible shook his head, banishing the thought. That was the past.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 22:42:37 GMT
Enchee examined it closely. She found it interesting for sure, with the added context. “I don’t know where my powers come from, I just kinda... do things when I need to.” She handed it back. “Moradin. He’s a god? I never really bothered with all that stuff. Some people like me were really into it, I think it gave them hope. But I don’t really like pretending I’ll ever be better. Somehow, I’ll end up at square one.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 22:55:45 GMT
"I didn't really care for the gods at first. Guess that part isn't important when you build an army". He put the pendant back on, reeling relieved to have its weight around his neck again. "Believing in a God isn't about getting help. It's about having support. Knowing somebody is cheering for you. Even when you lose everything, you're never back to square one. You still have your memories and experiences".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 23:05:21 GMT
Sighing, she rested her cheek on her hand. “I don’t think it’s really a me thing. I can’t remember if my parents even... even did that kind of thing.” Enchee shrugged, biting her tongue. She hated telling people about that, especially since they could probably already tell that her parents weren’t kicking around anymore. “But I think it’s cool that it means so much to you! Some people got nothin’ in their heads, but clearly you got plenty.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 23:08:44 GMT
"Don't worry about it, kiddo. You have your entire life to decide who you will be. But until then, maybe you want to be someone in clean clothes? To lend you credibility as an adventurer, of course". He stood up from the table and stretched, towering over her again. "I'm sure we can find someplace son where in this city with clothes for you".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 23:17:02 GMT
“What’s wrong with...” Enchee looked down at herself, then sharply inhaled through her teeth. One hand on her hip, standing on the chair, she couldn’t help but agree. “Why do adventurers have to be so fancy anyway? What’s wrong with a little street look, eh? I’m one of the people!” She laughed, then stopped pretty quickly. “No more purse checking?”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 23:19:24 GMT
"The only purse we are dipping into is mine". He held out a hand to help her climb up again. "They don't have to be fancy if you don't want them to be, but they should at least be clean and undamaged. Sound fair"?
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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 23:24:47 GMT
Enchee helped herself up onto Crucible’s shoulders. “I guess.” She hugged on tightly, finding herself surprisingly comfortable on the metal and wood. Friend shaped. “I like it up here. I can actually see everything properly, like, it’s all weird, but it’s good! Plus, I trust you.” Those words were impactful to Enchee, important. She trusted just about herself and her mouse.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 23:30:27 GMT
He held onto her leg again as they left the tavern, stepping out into the bright sun. He had never shopped for goblin clothes, but surely they wouldn't be that hard to find. "Let's start with at the market, I suppose?"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 27, 2019 23:34:49 GMT
She shielded her eyes for a second. “I guess? Me neither.” Enchee had sure stolen goblin clothes before, she’d never been shopping for them before though, and that’s the important part. So, she wasn’t lying. “Although I’d hazard a guess there’s not too much difference between goblin clothes and every other three foot person’s clothes.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 23:53:41 GMT
"I suppose you're right. Maybe halfling clothes". He easily made his way through the crowd. It would seem people prefer not to be in the way of a robot with a goblin on top of it. It didn't take long for them to reach a clothing shop, which prominently displayed half king clothes in the window. "Maybe we can find something in here". Ducking through the door, they were greater my a warm and homely shop, tended by an elderly woman.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 7:45:08 GMT
Enchee stayed steady, but she was tense. The situation was quite new, and new things tended to end badly. But the atmosphere of the shop soothed her a little. “I hope so. I don’t like having to run around finding things.” Enchee didn’t really care about her clothes, but she wanted to make her new friend happy.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 11:17:13 GMT
Crucible started to make his way up and down the racks of clothes for the smaller races, occasionally stopping to look at something. Unfortunately, his idea of "fashion" was utility, an dmost of the things he look at were very simple in design. Well designed, practical, useful, and boring. "See anything you like?"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 11:49:15 GMT
“Well. I like red, that’s about it really. Nothing too swishy, I don’t wanna look like a silly wizard.” She leaned down and picked up a few things, holding them against her skin. She didn’t wanna stand out too much, nothing too bright, but maybe just one thing wouldn’t hurt. Especially since she had a new friend like Crucible, really it didn’t matter so much.
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