Post by Star Fall on Aug 6, 2017 22:13:05 GMT
Logan Faust / !pR.BaFF/uk 31 Oct 2015 8:24:22 PM No.41132272>>41143018
>>41131137
Huh... I guess that makes some sense. Change the world to make it the best that it can be. Guess it really depends who's leading the charge.
>Philosophical discussion aside, as much as he tried to keep tabs on the goings-on of the world it was difficult to see what direction it was headed in. Where would things be 10 years from now? 20? With the way things were advancing and the changes all across the continent, there was no easy way to tell.
Ah! Here we are!
>Logan had stopped at a small doorway emblazoned with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on an otherwise unimpressive building. It was a terraced property that connected to the various houses and shops that continued down the street, but this one in particular took up most of the corner. It might be an ideal location for a store, but the windows were foggy and it certainly wasn't being used to market anything.
Now, if I remember right...
>Fiddling about with a few of the cobblestones on the ground, Logan found a particularly loose one and lifted it, revealing a key.
Ah, this probably looks suspicious - don't worry! This guy and I go way back, he won't mind me dropping by.
>With an innocent grin on his face, Logan took the key and unlocked the door, opening it without a moment's breath and walking right through the door, arms open wide in greeting.
Bolven Eista-!?
----WOMPH!----
.
>It wasn't even two seconds between him waltzing into the doorway and a sturdy, thick fist clobbering him in the stomach and sending him flying out of the door, crashing against the wall on the other side of the street. Logan was left merely in a daze, as the person taking his place stepped into view.
"Well, if't ain't Logan fuckin' Faust."
>Short, stocky and with a gravelly voice that fit his attitude, Bolven Eista-something-or-other was clearly a Dwarf with a temper. All sorts of assorted inventions covered his body, including the weapon he'd just used on his visitor. Reaching an arm out and removing the cigar from his mouth, he grumbled out the smoke whilst considering how to take this intrusion onto his property.
"After whut you did, I'd say ye deserved that. Whut the fuck're you thinkin' tryin' ta barge in on my workshop, ya piss-blooded loon!"
>It was only after he stepped outside and became aware of more than what was in front of him that he saw a slightly startled artificer standing close by. Thankfully for Tai, who was much more reasonably standing away from the door, it didn't seem the dwarf was particularly angry at him for any particular reason. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't still angry.
"An' who the fuck is this beanpole!? 'Cus if he ain't an accountant ta help settle yer debt, Faust, then I'm afraid this conversation won't be goin' too far."
>As vulgar as his embittered speech was, the fact that he then spat in Logan's general direction suggested that it wasn't so much the Dwarf's belligerent nature being the problem as it was whatever Logan had did in the past. Clearly he'd been exaggerating when he said he 'knew a guy'.
>>41131137
Huh... I guess that makes some sense. Change the world to make it the best that it can be. Guess it really depends who's leading the charge.
>Philosophical discussion aside, as much as he tried to keep tabs on the goings-on of the world it was difficult to see what direction it was headed in. Where would things be 10 years from now? 20? With the way things were advancing and the changes all across the continent, there was no easy way to tell.
Ah! Here we are!
>Logan had stopped at a small doorway emblazoned with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on an otherwise unimpressive building. It was a terraced property that connected to the various houses and shops that continued down the street, but this one in particular took up most of the corner. It might be an ideal location for a store, but the windows were foggy and it certainly wasn't being used to market anything.
Now, if I remember right...
>Fiddling about with a few of the cobblestones on the ground, Logan found a particularly loose one and lifted it, revealing a key.
Ah, this probably looks suspicious - don't worry! This guy and I go way back, he won't mind me dropping by.
>With an innocent grin on his face, Logan took the key and unlocked the door, opening it without a moment's breath and walking right through the door, arms open wide in greeting.
Bolven Eista-!?
----WOMPH!----
.
>It wasn't even two seconds between him waltzing into the doorway and a sturdy, thick fist clobbering him in the stomach and sending him flying out of the door, crashing against the wall on the other side of the street. Logan was left merely in a daze, as the person taking his place stepped into view.
"Well, if't ain't Logan fuckin' Faust."
>Short, stocky and with a gravelly voice that fit his attitude, Bolven Eista-something-or-other was clearly a Dwarf with a temper. All sorts of assorted inventions covered his body, including the weapon he'd just used on his visitor. Reaching an arm out and removing the cigar from his mouth, he grumbled out the smoke whilst considering how to take this intrusion onto his property.
"After whut you did, I'd say ye deserved that. Whut the fuck're you thinkin' tryin' ta barge in on my workshop, ya piss-blooded loon!"
>It was only after he stepped outside and became aware of more than what was in front of him that he saw a slightly startled artificer standing close by. Thankfully for Tai, who was much more reasonably standing away from the door, it didn't seem the dwarf was particularly angry at him for any particular reason. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't still angry.
"An' who the fuck is this beanpole!? 'Cus if he ain't an accountant ta help settle yer debt, Faust, then I'm afraid this conversation won't be goin' too far."
>As vulgar as his embittered speech was, the fact that he then spat in Logan's general direction suggested that it wasn't so much the Dwarf's belligerent nature being the problem as it was whatever Logan had did in the past. Clearly he'd been exaggerating when he said he 'knew a guy'.