Post by Vio on Jun 7, 2021 10:29:04 GMT -5
Johnathan #1 — Charlotte #1
Late morning sun did what it could to illuminate the mostly overcast sky that loomed over Nuovo Romano, but despite a dull day in the port town of Augusteria, work continued without delay. Cool humidity lingered in the air, birthed by the abundance of steam churned through pipes and pistons, and by the decidedly more tepid weather the region was experiencing as of recent. But such a climate bothered not the workers of the shipyards, nor did it faze the goliath of a man sat upon a large crate at the far end of the docks.
At over sixteen feet tall, Anstis Johnathan was an anomaly compared to the average man. To the foolish folk of the North Blue, he was comparable to a Giant, yet wholly human of bloodline. The inexperience of the common masses was on full display. Burly and strong of build, his squared jaw and well-weathered complexion, deep set brown eyes and grizzled beard very much gave him the look of a veteran sailor — something that he very much was as a man in his mid fifties.
Calmly, he took a swig of booze from his keg.
“Just making sure we’re all on the same wave crest, here,” John growled, the low background rumble of his voice prominent as he eyed the gathering before him. “You’re not willing to accept my offer, whatsoever, because this titchy little sailboat doesn’t meet any of your companies’ standards…? And yet, this has sailed me all the way here from the Pikt Archipelago and then some,” he said, setting down the wooden cask of rum atop another crate and meshing his fingers together before his bearded chin. A furrowed brow made wrinkles more prominent, showing his age, but none of those present were exactly spring chickens.
“Sir, I’m not sure you understand,” one grease-haired suit spoke up, his stiff upper lip barely moving while his pencil moustache twitched. “We have consistent dealings with various brackets of the World Government, whose supply and demand is vital. Some meagre dinghy — even one of decent craftsmanship I might add — is of no value to us even as scrap!”
“Of course, renovations aren’t out of the question,” another man — short and fat and boasting a walrus moustache from beneath which the smallest protruding canines could be seen — interjected. “However, I dare say we’d be out of pocket if we attempted to buy her and spruce her up. An estimated resale value might be decent, but we’re still looking at the lower end of your asking price to simply break even, potentially undiscovered damages notwithstanding…”“Hmm… I see your point,” Anstis hummed:
“In that case, three and a half. No lower.”“Mmm… More reasonable…”
“Consider it done! My shipwrights will have a suitable vessel refurbished by noon, three days from now, for you and your crew, Captain John. A cost of seventy six million, five hundred thousand come final transaction. A pleasure doing business with you,” the walrus announced merrily, offering a stubby mitt to the titan, who extended a disproportionate hand to lightly shake on the deal…—— ELSEWHERE IN AUGUSTERIA ——
I’m sure if I could perfect a way to increase the infectiousness of my pathogens, a single dose could propagate enough to have the entire town infected within a matter of days, Glacáin Charlotte mused silently as she walked across the jetty and onto the paved promenade. Watery green eyes absently observed ahead, where a large wagon one would expect to be drawn by two to four draft horses instead rolled along of its own accord, pumping white smoke from a tall chimney atop its cabin.
“Human ingenuity at its finest,” Lotty murmured, though she was sure by now that her company knew full well that it was a comment backed by a sense of scientific prowess. The woman with misty hair did not see such things as steam technology as vital in the grand scheme of things, but it did amuse her that people could go to such lengths to make their lives easier. “Where they cannot adapt in body, they instead do so in mind,” she added, conferring the reasons for her unusual comment as the truck clunkily made its way around a corner and down a wide, cobbled street.“Mister Kovac, I must ask,” she continued:
“What do you suppose is our best course of action…?”{Post Synopsis:—}
Johnathan discusses ship business with some shipyard owners, while Charlotte and Karr arrive in town.
NOTE: Kami-Gaz
Anstis Johnathan | #65000b
Glacáin Charlotte | #4d5d53
Karr Kovac | #ce5a3d
Miscellaneous [NPC] | #eeeeee | #bbbbbb | #888888 | #555555