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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 16:30:14 GMT -6
Gran had heard from her budding grapevine that there was a crafter in Tolbana that had the capability of tailoring clothes that would boost one's stats. She hummed a merry little tune as she opened the inn's door and strolled on in to the bustle of people. Gran's dearest Lia had given quite a detailed description, surprisingly. Gran had half expected the girl to be next to useless, but she was glad Lia was making a decent name for herself. Gran made a mental note to commend the new info broker on her progress.
Gran spotted her target. He was sitting at a table by himself and seemed to be eating. Gran smiled warmly and walked over to him, pulling out a chair and sitting in it gracefully. If one hadn't been paying attention, they'd have thought she was like any other player. But those wrinkles and white hair.
"Good evening, dearie," Gran chortled along, happily greeting the man now across the table, "I hear you can sew things, and I would very much appreciate your help with this dreadful outfit."
Gran gestured to herself dramatically and laughed a dry, soft laugh. If it hadn't been for her mannerisms and her distinct player cursor, she would easily be mistaken as an NPC and brushed off quickly. She doubted this would be happening soon, though. goryo
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Post by goryo on Nov 18, 2016 13:16:02 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]He hated the food in this game. It was absolutely atrocious and a far pale comparison to the real thing. In fact, one could consider the food a joke with how it tasted. Or this Kayabao had no taste buds what so ever and sucked considerably at cooking!
The dark skinned male nudged the eggplant on his plate, a very apparent grimace on his face. He almost wanted to just bypass the whole not eating thing, but Kaboya decided he wanted to force people to eat his nasty ass food.
A true villain in Goryo's mind.
His attention was broken though as he heard a chortled laugh in his direction, words being spoken in his direction. Slowly turning his face up to look at the obviously old woman in front of him, he just slowly canted his head to the side with his expression remaining the same. Unhappy.
"I hear you can sew things, and I would very much appreciate your help with this dreadful outfit."
Golden hued eyes lowered towards the terrible cloths the woman gestured to. Yes, beginner clothes, very awful. While he had anticipated a chance of his tailoring skills to become somewhat known he didn't expect the amount of attention he was going to get.
It just showed how desperate people were to get Rank D leather and clothe armour.
Placing his fork down, Goryo leaned back into his chair and surveyed the woman for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
" It wouldn't take much to do better than that. " was the blunt reply from the man. Eyes doing another once over on the woman's clothing before returning to look her in the eye. " What did you want exactly? " |
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Post by granxgran on Nov 18, 2016 14:33:03 GMT -6
Gran already liked this man. She tilted her head and smiled wryly, "It wouldn't take much at all, you're right."
She use to knit back in the real world, but had never gotten in to sewing too much. Thinking about what kind of clothes she would want had escaped her mind entirely. Flashes of stylish outfits and dresses went through her head for a minute and she leaned back in her chair, placing her finger on her chin in thought. She remained quiet for a good long while, eyes darting here and there, checking out what kind of clothes and armor the other players in the inn were wearing. Everyone seemed mostly focused on armor that helped them survive longer, but she didn't like that overly much.
She rapped her fingers on the table for another moment before leaning forward with a nod, "To be quite frank, dear, I don't care too specifically as to the what. I heard from a couple friends I made that some clothes in this game can boost certain stats for you. I want something that will help me do as much damage as possible. See, I'm planning on wielding big weapons later on, such as claymores and war hammers."
She smiled again and pointed a crooked finger at the man, "As for style? I'll leave to the artist's discretion, really." goryo
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Post by goryo on Nov 19, 2016 15:27:18 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]Arms laid comfortably in the man's lap, legs sprawled out as he idly listened and watched the woman prattle on with what she wanted. He certainly didn't expect an old lady to want to hit things as hard as she could, but as he looked at her and watched her talk. He could see the fire in the old lady. She must have been some sort of crazy lady when she was younger and it never died despite the wrinkles settling in her.
A hand reached up to swipe a few loose strands of hair behind the man's ear before lowering to idly play with the dyed red hair at his shoulder. Golden hued eyes watched intently as she pointed her crooked finger in his direction, pretty much just telling him that she didn't care and that she just wanted him to make something nice looking.
The first idea that popped into his head was imagining her in a kimono and quickly threw that out of his mind. He gave a large sigh as his eyes glanced off in different direction, thinking heavily over what the woman was asking him to do. He had never really done a whole full outfit for someone. Just small pieces here and there that completed their plated armour.
" Alright, as long as you can pay for the expenses. " he said monotonously, not even looking in her direction as he spoke. Pulling his arm up to place his elbow on the armrest of his chair, he propped his cheek on his fisted hand. His mind elsewhere. |
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