Post by Tsin on Feb 22, 2011 1:40:24 GMT -5
The 'flwap' of paper against paper signaled the climax of the bard's tale, the very moment that he searched deep within his self and his storied past to come back and describe the white guitar within his possession as "really nice." That noise also signaled the point at which Jun assumed anything noteworthy that his companion had to say had already passed... and the self-taught scribe did not kid when he considered things "noteworthy." The young man's book had gained a little bit of weight in graphite because of the musician's speech about his past, not that it was particularly interesting, but still worth remembering if for nothing but the amusement.
The picture of Gavin playing his air-guitar and singing alongside the silence in the midst of dozens upon dozens of irate pirates, who were quickly becoming more so, brought a chuckle to the Yetine man's face already. Those rogue bandits of the sea did the world quite a favor in supplying the wandering performer with his new instrument though, Jun considered to himself... Even though he had only personally listened to a single song (and written it down. Hey, a story is a story is a story afterall), there was no doubting that the man was quite gifted in his craft.
The scribe briefly wondered who those men were, perhaps even if he had maybe boarded their ship for a job and helped them in his own way... Letters were popular with the swashbuckling crowd. Sometimes to go home or to loved ones and... well, sometimes for ransom, but that's alright in its own way. Right?
Right.
"Quite insightful of you, Gavin... I never stopped to wonder if the utensils I pick up from shops have their own story as well. If only they could speak, huh... Maybe they've seen more than even you, I, that guitar or this pen on my back all have combined."
Dayton, still comfortably leading the way and occasionally rereading the address printed by his master upon the flappy white package, just as a precaution, slowed down a bit to match strides with his two new friends. Curiousity was painted upon every facial feature the boy had available, but... he stewed on whatever it was he had in mind for a moment before letting it out. "Hey... You guys have been a lotta places, y'know? Seen the world and stuff, beat up some pirates or sailed around them... You ever see a girl like... taller than me, but shorter than both of you. Celina. Probably kinda angry all the time, real sharp and spikey y'know?"
Pulling a Tenk and cultivating a silence for the purpose of consideration, Jun ran through his memory banks for anybody by that description. The search came up empty though, whether by forgetfulness or just plain absence. "Nope. Not that I can remember."
"Dang. Well, forget it then-- Oh hey, here we go... 247, 249, 251... The buildings end at 251. Where's 253...?"
Although the words Dayton spoke were indeed true, they were only a technicality, for the road itself did not end with those numbers. It continued on for some small distance, climbing a gentle but lengthy hill at the bottom of which sat... a gate. Emblazoned with a Two, A Five, and a Three. And behind said gate there existed a manor who's size, from even this somewhat extreme distance, would almost demand that it be described as a 'mansion' with yards of rolling greenery and expertly trimmed shrubbery extending outwards in all directions. Pristine white columns supporting lengths of carefully balanced ivory material, all crafted to accentuate the remarkably beautiful architecture of the estate itself.
"... That seems to be it."
"... Wow."
This looked to be an important delivery indeed.
The picture of Gavin playing his air-guitar and singing alongside the silence in the midst of dozens upon dozens of irate pirates, who were quickly becoming more so, brought a chuckle to the Yetine man's face already. Those rogue bandits of the sea did the world quite a favor in supplying the wandering performer with his new instrument though, Jun considered to himself... Even though he had only personally listened to a single song (and written it down. Hey, a story is a story is a story afterall), there was no doubting that the man was quite gifted in his craft.
The scribe briefly wondered who those men were, perhaps even if he had maybe boarded their ship for a job and helped them in his own way... Letters were popular with the swashbuckling crowd. Sometimes to go home or to loved ones and... well, sometimes for ransom, but that's alright in its own way. Right?
Right.
"Quite insightful of you, Gavin... I never stopped to wonder if the utensils I pick up from shops have their own story as well. If only they could speak, huh... Maybe they've seen more than even you, I, that guitar or this pen on my back all have combined."
Dayton, still comfortably leading the way and occasionally rereading the address printed by his master upon the flappy white package, just as a precaution, slowed down a bit to match strides with his two new friends. Curiousity was painted upon every facial feature the boy had available, but... he stewed on whatever it was he had in mind for a moment before letting it out. "Hey... You guys have been a lotta places, y'know? Seen the world and stuff, beat up some pirates or sailed around them... You ever see a girl like... taller than me, but shorter than both of you. Celina. Probably kinda angry all the time, real sharp and spikey y'know?"
Pulling a Tenk and cultivating a silence for the purpose of consideration, Jun ran through his memory banks for anybody by that description. The search came up empty though, whether by forgetfulness or just plain absence. "Nope. Not that I can remember."
"Dang. Well, forget it then-- Oh hey, here we go... 247, 249, 251... The buildings end at 251. Where's 253...?"
Although the words Dayton spoke were indeed true, they were only a technicality, for the road itself did not end with those numbers. It continued on for some small distance, climbing a gentle but lengthy hill at the bottom of which sat... a gate. Emblazoned with a Two, A Five, and a Three. And behind said gate there existed a manor who's size, from even this somewhat extreme distance, would almost demand that it be described as a 'mansion' with yards of rolling greenery and expertly trimmed shrubbery extending outwards in all directions. Pristine white columns supporting lengths of carefully balanced ivory material, all crafted to accentuate the remarkably beautiful architecture of the estate itself.
"... That seems to be it."
"... Wow."
This looked to be an important delivery indeed.