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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 27, 2009 10:14:10 GMT -5
Thunder rumbled over the Plains in low, disgruntled waves, bouncing off the Grand Mountain Range which served as a sort of basin, sending it echoing out into the grasslands. The sky was that deep grey which said it was going to be a persistently miserable day and the heavens had long opened, throwing a heavy, constant rain down onto the Plains. A surprisingly gentle breeze tossed the rain this way and that, whistling through the tall grasses and fields and eventually through the rickety, half rotted fence which surrounded Breanna's makeshift workshop.
The not-so-derelict farmhouse had proved itself to be surprisingly hardy in all types of weather, and it wasn't failing Breanna now. That was one of the reasons she'd chosen it initially, because of it's sturdiness... of course she didn't remember that now, she just liked the place because of it's bright green paint.
The Gnome was seated in the dim, pale light of her workshop, hunched over a great wooden desk upon which many unfinished contraptions were sprawled, a wrench in one of her oil-streaked hands now as she worked. She didn't know what it was at the moment, but the thing she was tinkering over had a great many claws, some of which snapped every now and then making her hush it in what was meant to be a comforting voice.
Sitting up eventually as a marvellous crack of thunder boomed overhead, she pushed a tendril of hair out of her face and moved to the farm-door, shoving it open and shaking her fist at the sky. "Again!? Begone with ye, storm! I'm busy!" she informed the wretched weather, ignoring the fact that she was slowly getting soaked.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on May 28, 2009 19:57:43 GMT -5
A bedraggled traveler moved across the plains, his tattered cloak thoroughly soaked by the rain. Walking with his head down, the traveler's face was obscured, of course by the weather, but also by the cloak's hood and the spiky tufts of bright orange hair that fell over the traveler's eyes. Not very tall, but not very short either, the wet cloak stuck to his frame and he appeared to have a fairly lean build. There was, however, a small and wiggling lump under the cloak near his chest. The traveler had a ratty brown rutsack slung over its shoulder. There was a large and heavy scythe looking object strapped to his back, wrapped in a black cloth with a black chain coiled around it. Upon close inspection, one would notice that etched into each link of the chain were runes of some strange and ancient language. A subtle, disquieting aura lingered about it. Beside the traveler was a similarly bedraggled wolfdog. Normally fastidious about her pure white coat, she looked utterly miserable in the wind and rain. As the thunder rumbled in the distance, the travler looked towards the Grand, clearly visible in the distance. As he had smelled the rain coming, he also knew a storm was coming down from the mountains. "We need ta' find shelter." He said to his canine companion. While the traveler didn't mind the rain, the storms on the open plains were often fierce, whether it be thunderstorms in the short spring and summer or blizzards in the long winter. They continued on for a bit before coming to see a building, it's bright green color making it easy to spot. "Is that... a farmhouse?" The traveler asked no one in particular. Then they saw a short figure emerge and start shouting something about the weather and shaking her fist at the sky. "Is that... a Gnome?" The traveler asked no one in particular again.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 12, 2009 12:40:03 GMT -5
If Breanna thought weather could talk (and she most likely did) then she was pretty sure that the developing thunder and lashes of rain were uttering the foulest of oaths at her, since she looked none too impressed at the black clouds overhead. Although she at least seemed to realise that the rain was drenching her scrawny figure since she reached out to yank at a thin chain to the side of the barn door, sending a small flap of fabric to cover the top of the door and keep her dry. It was one of her more beneficial inventions, but she didn't like it too much considering that it didn't contain any machinery. There was just no life in it.
She had been about to turn and go back to her little project with the several hundred claws when she noted a flash of colour not usually present amongst the leafy greens and browns of the plains, pausing to slowly and carefully tilt her head. A... person? People didn't usually appear amongst the tall grasses on the sunniest of days, so this was certainly a surprise. And Breanna hadn't had visitors for a while now. A cheerful (and almost eerie) smile broke out over her freckled face, and she lifted a hand to wave brightly at the stranger.
Hm... perhaps it was time to text the little black box hidden underneath her work-bench, after all.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 12, 2009 20:22:52 GMT -5
"Look, she's wavin'." The traveler said to his companion as he returned the wave. "Maybe she'll let us stay in her farmhouse until the storm passes." They moved forward, drawing closer to the farm house. As the traveler pushed open the gate in the rickety wooden fence it fell off and landed in the the soggy grass. "Uh... whoops." They closed the remaining distance to the farmhouse and the traveler stopped before Breanna. "Hallo, guten tag, Fraulein Gnome." He greeted the Gnome in Märmosian. "<Great weather for traveling, huh? ...Um, sorry about the gate though. I can fix that later if ya' want>." The white wolfdog sat next to the traveler, looking warily up at the Gnome, who was only several inches taller.
(You read comics, right, Chi? So, you know that the angle brackets denote dialogue spoken in a foreign language [in this case Märmosian], correct?)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 16, 2009 5:05:32 GMT -5
((Hee, yeah. Angle brackets are the shizz. ^^))
Breanna actually looked a little confused as the traveller spoke to her; she hadn't even seen him approach since waving to him, having since gotten distracted by what looked like one of her creations trying to escape through the door between her feet. She'd called it Sparky, considering that it was broken and yet to be fixed (she had no idea what it did, but treated it almost like a pet) and gave off a great deal of bright yellow sparks. It also tried to electrocute anyone that tried to pick it up, which was why she gave it a tentative kick back into the workshop before looking up at Kamui.
Usually, the Gnome tended to speak to herself in a mixture of her native tongue, Märmosian and in any other language she decided to mutter away to her contraptions, so hearing another person's voice threw her off a little, until what had actually been said filtered through. "<What gate>?" she replied in Märmosian, looking rather confused, looking past him to the broken gate before laughing and shaking her head. "<Ah, don't worry 'bout that. It'll fix itself when it gets bored>." she told him nonchalantly, turning to shuffle back into the farmhouse and giving Sparky another kick (he was trying to escape again). "<Weather's awful. Best come in out of it>." she called.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 18, 2009 22:28:48 GMT -5
He looked at the sparking contraption and watched with a quizzical expression as the Gnome kicked it back inside. Sharing a look with the wolfdog, he shrugged, "Well, maybe a bit..." He moved under the awning and shook the water out of his hair and cloak in much the same way the wolfdog shook the water from her fur. "<Thank you>," He said stepping into the farmhouse, wolfdog following. The bump under his cloak wiggled and squirmed a bit, and out popped the head of a piglet. The small animal blinked and looked around the dimly light farmhouse. The traveler looked around as well. From the scattered tools and parts, it wasn't too difficult for one to deduce that the Gnome was a tinker or machinist of some sort.
(I alsmost forgot about Yibbles under there.)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 19, 2009 16:19:18 GMT -5
((Poor Yibbles, almost getting forgotten! Heh.))
"<It's no problem, really. What were ya doin' around these parts anyway>?" the Gnome asked, already having disappeared into the depths of the slap-dash workshop, although the sound of numerous clanks and crashes could be heard as she rooted around for something. Breanna liked to think of everything being organised 'in its own little way', but that generally meant that she'd forget where it was, or mistake it for something else. It was even very likely that she'd forget what she was looking for before she found it.
"<Don't get too many visitors out here...>" this was spoken somewhat more quietly, but that might have something to do with the fact that the Gnome was under the workbench now, her voice sounding rather muffled. The 'thing' she'd been working on with the claws was still snapping at her every now and then, prompting a loud "Shhh!" from Breanna.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 20, 2009 13:41:41 GMT -5
"<Oh, I was just wanderin', wanderer that I am.>" He called after the Gnome. The piglet wiggled a bit under the constains of the cloak, so the traveler unfastened the cloak and let the small animal down. "Keep a close eye on her with all this stuff around, Sak." He said to the wolfdog, although it wasn't necessary. She knew all to well the piglet's oblivious nature and tendancy to wander off. The trio followed the Gnome deeper into the workshop. The wolfdog sat, watching the piglet. The traveler came curiously before the workbench and the many clawed contraption upon it. He slowly reached out with a finger, as if to poke the thing, but quickly pulled back when it snapped at him. "Shush." He mimicked the Gnome.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 7:58:24 GMT -5
Breanna was beneath the workbench for an uncanny length of time, and when she emerged a brightly coloured feather that she'd found was tucked behind one ear and a small black box was in her hands. Hah! She knew she'd put that thing somewhere. Considering that this wanderer had just come willingly into her workshop at her merest invitation, she saw no reason to try and trap him or anything, merely held out the black box for him to take. Other test subjects hadn't been quite so willing, and so unfortunately they had been subjected to her 'capture' techniques. A fair few had even been regrettably killed while she tested her contraptions which caught them. Ah, well. All in the name of tinkering, eh?
"<You got a name, sunshine>?" she asked brightly, that familiar spark of excitement in her eyes as she looked up at him and waited for him to take the box, glancing at the many clawed contraption on the workbench, which was snapping at her hopefully. "I'll get to you later." she murmured to it softly and nodded, making the vibrant colours of the feather behind her ear flash in the dim light.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 21, 2009 8:09:38 GMT -5
(Before I respond, do you have something specific in mind with the box when he takes it, or should I just roll with it?)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 21, 2009 9:13:17 GMT -5
((Ohh, please, just roll with it! I was about to say that I'd need a little bit of time to think of a weird and wonderful invention before my next post, but if you want to put some awesome Kamui-like inventions in yourself that'd be fantastic! ^_^ Keeping up 'the crazy' in a character's personality is sometimes rather difficult. Heh.))
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 21, 2009 9:40:15 GMT -5
(All righty, I'll think up something.)
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 24, 2009 7:17:39 GMT -5
(Bwaah. I'm sorry. I haven't thought of anything good yet. I just picture stuff coming at him when he opens the box, like a bolt of electricity or fire or a robotic squirrel.)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 24, 2009 10:20:26 GMT -5
((...I'm sorry Kamui, but now all I can think about are robotic squirrels. XD It could possibly something really mundane like a paper-weight or something... although robotic squirrels are firmly in my mind now.))
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Jun 24, 2009 10:23:30 GMT -5
(Should I go with a robotic squirrel then?)
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