Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Oct 6, 2016 12:17:13 GMT -8
 A grand theatre built just across the way from an apothecary could be seen. It is here that entertainment of all kinds could be found for you no matter what you were. Currently only has comedies and tragedies. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 5:42:10 GMT -8
Osma seethed from the doorway of her shop. With a tiny hospital in the back, she had expectations that her patience would have QUITE, but there was no QUITE when there was hammering and clapping and stomping and loud farting (what kind of food were they serving around here? Half her patiences had stomach pains). The whole time this monster of a building was going up, Osma glared a glare so glaring that it should have burned a hole in the back of Asthor's head. Alas, he was still alive and serving as captender, ambassador and now, theatre master. Osma lurked, waiting for a sign of @asthor The Renaissance Man to show himself so that he could get another tongue lashing from her. How many complaints had she filed already about his noise or how his building blocked at the sun from her building's face and kept her from growing herbs, life saving herbs, in her front windows? Over thirty, for sure. If Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! was delivering them all, she wasn't sure. Warlord Shintaro Nishida must be highly annoyed with her by now. She bitched about it every time she went to check on his eye socket. So Asthor had built her a ton of side windows and threw in some flower boxes on the outside and in the tiny courtyard in her store's rear. WHATEVER. That thing he called a theatre was in her face and pulled attention away just as people were passing. Osma was no good with being ignored. |
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Oct 7, 2016 12:35:23 GMT -8
"Well hello, we meet again Mifwife," Asthor spoke ominously as he turned around and saw the lady standing there. Very clearly seeing that she was annoyed he thought of something quick.
"Umm... If you don't mind with this construction we could always advertise you in our shows. I know that it is drawing attention away from your buisness." He would then wait for a response and add something else into thus conversation.
"I would also like to announce that I will no longer be doing carpentry or anything such as that."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 12:46:37 GMT -8
Oh, the were meeting again.
Osma began to cross the road, her eyes never leaving him despite the cart that had to stop suddenly and the horse that reared. She scrolled up to him, arms crossed and stopped a few feet from him.
The offer to advertise her business in his shows was unexpected. It was actually not that bad of an idea. Huh. Well, it still didn't take away how annoyed or how pissed she was at all his construction. That noise. "Can they stop hammering for five minutes? STOP IT!" She bellowed. Birds stopped chirping.
With an sigh, she turned her glinting eyes to Asthor. "You think you're going to do what now? Quit carpentry? You can't quit carpentry . You own the only lumber yard. You craved the rafters in my shop. Everyone who comes in says how beautiful the word work is." She didn't mean for a complement to come out. " I mean, I've seen better of course, but the people here have been so sheltered..."
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Asthor "Sneak"
Committed
Helped
Roleplay posts: 74
Age: 22
Physical Description: Tall
138 Lbs.
He's caramel colored
Currently located in the First aozora settlement
Clothes and Equipment: Thick red leather shirt
White ripped sleepwear legs
Thoranium helmet
Cotton Shoes
Currently has several lock picks
A thoranium axe
Registered: Aug 31, 2016 17:24:22 GMT -8
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Post by Asthor "Sneak" on Oct 7, 2016 13:12:36 GMT -8
"Well, now that you say that I might keep the buisness open as a side job,but would you reposed on the advertisement offer, please."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 14:06:50 GMT -8
He was man of very few words and actions, but at least he listened. She did not hear sarcasm in his voice at all. Her arms crossed and she had the mind to make him beg her to advertise for her store.
Classic Osma.
"I will not be paying for it..."
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 10, 2016 17:54:49 GMT -8
George was not far behind Osma, he simply stopped to take a leak. He noticed a few mushrooms glowing too, which he picked up. He would finally run to get close, but when he was finally visible he would go to a crouching hop. After all, one had to keep up appearances. He couldn't suddenly go around looking sane, oh no. He would lose all credibility! When he finally got behind her, he looked at Asthor. The man seemed to be iron willed, but that was not enough for people like Osma Gaiman. He would quietly make little hand gestures for him to listen to her. "For your own good." He mouthed quietly.
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