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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 7:15:31 GMT -8
"I don't have the list," the nephew gasped, soaking wet and not smelling the best at the moment, he was still juicy in some parts, as his dip in the canal had not been all that long, and sodden spices of all different earthy colors were still matter in his hair of streaked across his skin and clothes. Not to mention that blood.
"I already told you I don't have it. But I already collected most of the things before I went and told that you had married Laisha." He stopped talking, gasping for air. He touched his head wound and winced, but like most head wounds, there was more blood than serious pain, and he would be fine.
He looked up at Roarin, having finally deduced that he wasn't the Fletcher Tabaigo considered family. "Who are you? And what happened to your eye?" The kid asked.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
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He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Oct 26, 2016 15:20:45 GMT -8
Roarin gives the kid Roy has caught a flat look. The kind of look only old people can give that conveys their utter contempt for the stupidity of children. The old man takes a swig from a flask and says with a gruff voice.
"I'm Raorin, Renalt's uncle jus' like I'm Roy's. And do ye really think now is da time ta be askin 'bout me eye?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 15:34:01 GMT -8
The boy was yet, covered in fruit juice, drenched in powders, with a head wound and nothing to show for it all. "Why not? I've got nothing else to lose," the nephew said cheekily. He certainly was a little shit with a chip off his shoulder.
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 27, 2016 12:20:35 GMT -8
Roy sighed when the boy insisted that he didn't have the list, but perked up when he mentioned that he'd already gathered most of the items. At least the excursion wouldn't be a total waste. He shook his head at the boy, unhappy that he'd had to chase him through the city.
"Well, that's good then...but why would you tell him that? That just caused trouble. Besides, Laisha has a giant cat that eats people. That's scary!"
He turned to his uncle, eager to hear the story. He too occasionally wondered how Roarin had lost his eye.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Oct 27, 2016 16:16:30 GMT -8
Roarin looks at the two kids and rubs his face. They were idiots. They'd just finished a chase through the city, one of them had a serious head wound, and Roy should be slapping the shit out of the other kid. Well maybe that last part wasn't true, but he assumed so since Roy had been chasing him. Despite all this they both apparently wanted to know what happened to his.
"Thar isn't much oh a story, I cut it out. I owed a bad some money, so it were tha' or my life."
The partial lie is delivered smoothly and without hesitation. He'd told this version of the story a thousand times, he'd tell it a thousand more before he died.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 18:36:56 GMT -8
The nephew was stubborn and crossed his arms, spitting left over water from his mouth and to the side. "Because it looked like it, and you foreigners shouldn't be marrying our women."
At Roarins brief and boring explanation, the nephew blinked. "What bad?" He asked after the name of the man. "And how much money? What did you use the money for?"
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 28, 2016 20:42:01 GMT -8
"Foreigners shouldn't be marrying your women?"
Roy gave his uncle a sidelong glance. He probably hadn't married any of Sakland's women, but Roy wouldn't doubt for a second that his uncle had a few Sakland children. Turning back to the boy, he shook his head.
"That's not nice...plenty of foreigners are nice people. But that's beside the point. Let's go get my spices, ok? I need them."
He couldn't imagine what it was possibly like to cut one's own eye out. That sounded horrifying.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Oct 30, 2016 17:31:23 GMT -8
"Tha kind o' bad were I thought it prudent ta cut out me own eye, rather than fight with them. And it were a lot o' money most of which I spent on booze. Now stop asking stupid questions and give Roy his damn spices."
Roarin growls at the inquisitive kid, wondering why there was so much interest in his history.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 18:47:22 GMT -8
The nephew rolled his eyes at both of the fair haired Fletchers, then made the struggle to stand, his head a bit woozy from the konk he had received.
"Your spices are back at Tabaigo's shop," the nephew said. "Most of them, anyway." A little breathless, he leaned against the wall and just tried to get his head to stop spinning.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 30, 2016 20:26:13 GMT -8
Most of them? That was alright, but Roy would have preferred the whole list. He shook the boy again, trying to get him to focus. He couldn't disappoint his uncle!
"Alright, you've got most of them. That's not enough. Can you remember the rest? I'm going to need all the spices that were on the list."
He shook the nephew a bit harder. Spices were important!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 6:53:22 GMT -8
Having just had his bell rung, the youth was none to pleased to be shaken. His aching head swirled, making his stomach clench, the contents of it threatening to overwhelm his gullet.
"Don't do that," the nephew said breathlessly, putting his hands to his aching head. "I don't remember what else was on the list!"
"I do," said a haughty, feminine voice from behind them. Laisha was back, as pretty as she ever was, with the light veil over her hair and gold coins chiming quietly from her exotic clothing. She rolled her pretty brown eyes at both of the boys. "Really, you look ridiculous," she said, and then eyed Roarin. "Who is the old man? And how did he lose his eye?"
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 1, 2016 10:04:46 GMT -8
"Why is everyone curious about my dang eye?" Roarin grumbles as the new girl asks that same question as the idiot boy. "I'm Roarin Fletcher, Roy's uncle." He says voice taking on a growl as he eyes the girl. He was too old for these young people shenanigans.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Nov 1, 2016 12:52:01 GMT -8
"Huh? You?"
Roy dropped the boy, turning around to loo at Laisha. Did she really know what was on the list? She could have saved him so much trouble! Who needed the bothersome boy now?
"Laisha, you know what was on the list? Can you help me find the spices? I really need them all, otherwise Uncle Renalt will be disappointed. Can you really help me? Also yes, he's my uncle."
His mind was racing. Roy wasn't used to this much activity in such a short amount of time!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 11:18:16 GMT -8
"I mean, I know the words that were on it but I don't know what they are." She wrinkled her nose with thought, and then looked between Roy and Roarin.
"Yeah, sure, I guess I can help," she said off handedly, shrugging her shoulders and making the golden coins on her jewelry chime. She settled her hands on her hips and looked at the nephew. "Tabaigo is looking for you..."
The nephew beat it, and beat it quickly.
Laisha turned her attention back onto Roy and shook her head. "Why would you EVER listen to that guy? You're so helpless." She rolled her eyes and then gestured. "Well, come on. We have to go back to the bazaar to get the stuff, I'm assuming."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 4, 2016 9:13:28 GMT -8
Roarin lets out a sigh of relief when at least this kid doesn't pester him about the eye. When did kids get so nosey? He was pretty sure children knew not to ask questions when he was young... He may actually be wrong about that, but he'd be damned if he let reality get in the way of him being a grumpy old man. Grunting he turns to Roy.
"Do ye want my help lad? I ain't doing much bu' takin in da sights. Been a while since I were las' in Sakand, it's changed a wee bit since then. Still, I imagine between me an' da girl we can see ye safe."
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Nov 8, 2016 9:15:59 GMT -8
Roy nodded. He was definitely going to need his uncle's help if he wanted to get spices. It was embarrassing to need so much help for such simple tasks, but he supposed it was worth it. After all, he didn't want to disappoint Uncle Renalt.
"That would be nice. It's just a little errand, but I suppose I could use some help. You've been to Sakland before, Uncle Roarin? When was that? What did you do?"
Turning to Laisha, he added:
"I didn't have a choice. He was the last person who had the list."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:11:36 GMT -8
"My name is Laisha, and I have a cheetah that could eat you," she informed Roarin, since she seemed to be lacking in introduction. Her almond shaped eyes turned to Royal and she laughed. "It's SaKAND. Not Sakland." She laughed at him.
They strolled back toward the bazaar and seemed to be looking at Roarin with the same avid look that Royal was giving him. She was interested to know what a man with a missing eye was doing in Sakand, and what he HAD done in Sakand.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 14, 2016 16:27:17 GMT -8
Roarin snorts at Laisha's declaration. "Cheetah's er big scardy cats. I'd be right surprised if it tried to eat anyone." He lets out a little sigh when Roy asks his question. Dang curious kids, what children were actually interested in their elders? "Yeah I was, years ago when I was young. It were jus' one stop of many on my quest ta explore tha whole world. I had a lot of fun, got into a lot of trouble, an eventually moved on like I always do."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Nov 14, 2016 17:26:52 GMT -8
Roy was shocked. Had he really been pronouncing this place wrong the whole time? He'd been so sure that he'd read the signs and brochures right. Maybe he needed glasses. As Uncle Roarin told his story, Roy nodded. It sure sounded like Roarin, alright. He always had liked to wander around and move on, a habit that Roxanne seemed to despise.
"Sakand? Really? Oh...I didn't know. And Uncle Roarin, what's a cheetah look like? She told me it was a giant cat that eats people. I like cats, but not people-eating ones. Are you sure they don't really eat people? And if you moved on, why are you back?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 9:52:18 GMT -8
Laisha scoffed, the pretty girl rolling her Sakandi eyes. "Of course cheetahs aren't scaredy cats." She turned to Royal, her eyes bright and full of the passion and love she had for the creatures. "Cheetahs are the fastest beings on the ground," she told Roy as they walked, her bejeweled fingers and hands gesturing animatedly. "They can catch anything that tries to run, and they especially enjoy the taste of boys with white hair and pretty eyes." She flashed a mischievous smile at him.
It seemed the boy wanted to get confirmation from Roarin as they walked, and Laisha turned to look up at Roarin as he spoke. Her nose wrinkled. "You're a very terrible story teller," she informed Roarin. "In Sakand, telling stories is an art. You should come to the Bejeweled Gardens tonight! Massan will be there and she tells the most splended stories. A new one every night!"
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