Why does that chair have teeth? (P, renown)
Jun 16, 2023 12:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Plague on Jun 16, 2023 12:29:07 GMT -5
It was a very busy, summer afternoon in Eclipse City, the sunlight glinting off the white walled castle in the distance as floods of people moved through the primary down town portion of the city. Businesses were booming, selling and trading goods, while citizens enjoyed the afternoon, relaxing in the warmth and scurrying about, visiting taverns, restaurants, and participating in all kinds of other leisure activities. Plague was one of these individuals, moving through the city with a goal in mind. Unlike most of the others here in the city, who were wearing comfortable, relaxing clothing, the young chemist wore her usual olive green jumpsuit, fitted with a hood and leather plague docters mask. The suit itself had patches of varying colors all over it, indications of tears and holes patched by the girl. She stuck out like a sore thumb, and was attracting the attention of most people who passed her by.
She cared not for how people looked at her, or what they thought about her, she had been ostracized and gawked at her entire life, this was nothing new. Besides, she had much more important things to attend to and could not afford to let minor interruptions slow her down. Resting inside of her stachel was a very important set of letters that she desperately needed to deliver to a local business, some kind of leather shop that supplied the city with the majority of its leathers. She was being paid a decent amount of solars to make sure these letters got directly in the hands of the owner, and was not going to fail. So Plague pushed forward, weaving through crowds and using back allys to shorten her trip, eventually making it to the shop she was meant to deliver the letters to.
What she was not expecting was the shop to be closed and roped off. A sign on the door said no entry, one that Plague quickly ignored as she pushed the door to the large building open anyway. Inside the main section of the shop were a few individuals, none of who she recognized. They were discussing something about a thing in the basement, but instantly paused as they all noticed her presence. With a very sheepish tone, Plague mumbled from underneath her mask.
"Uhhhh, I have some letters for the owner....is everything ok here?"
The owner, who indicated his identity, rushed over and briefly filled Plague in on what was going on, and the reason that they were currently closed. Apparently some type of creature that was able to camoflague itself had taken up home in their basement, and was now destroying their supply of leather while also making it impossible to get down there. He had requested a few helping hands in cleaning out this threat, a conversation Plague had just interrupted. She handed over the stack of letters, which were briefly looked at before being safely tuckled away in his shirt. Now that the mission was over, the alchemist began to turn, wanting nothing to do with yet another monster.
She cared not for how people looked at her, or what they thought about her, she had been ostracized and gawked at her entire life, this was nothing new. Besides, she had much more important things to attend to and could not afford to let minor interruptions slow her down. Resting inside of her stachel was a very important set of letters that she desperately needed to deliver to a local business, some kind of leather shop that supplied the city with the majority of its leathers. She was being paid a decent amount of solars to make sure these letters got directly in the hands of the owner, and was not going to fail. So Plague pushed forward, weaving through crowds and using back allys to shorten her trip, eventually making it to the shop she was meant to deliver the letters to.
What she was not expecting was the shop to be closed and roped off. A sign on the door said no entry, one that Plague quickly ignored as she pushed the door to the large building open anyway. Inside the main section of the shop were a few individuals, none of who she recognized. They were discussing something about a thing in the basement, but instantly paused as they all noticed her presence. With a very sheepish tone, Plague mumbled from underneath her mask.
"Uhhhh, I have some letters for the owner....is everything ok here?"
The owner, who indicated his identity, rushed over and briefly filled Plague in on what was going on, and the reason that they were currently closed. Apparently some type of creature that was able to camoflague itself had taken up home in their basement, and was now destroying their supply of leather while also making it impossible to get down there. He had requested a few helping hands in cleaning out this threat, a conversation Plague had just interrupted. She handed over the stack of letters, which were briefly looked at before being safely tuckled away in his shirt. Now that the mission was over, the alchemist began to turn, wanting nothing to do with yet another monster.