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Chapter 1: Spelunker's Association
RJ: A fruitless yet pocket rewarding adventure. Through the wilderness, fending off a wolf and a singular bandit who ran away when she revealed she was armed, and Stasia was in a new town. The merchant she partnered with gave her a sack of denarii, the very same that filled her pockets this moment. He than allowed her to see the gold sculpture of a strange gold scarab. It didn't seem magical at all. And he professed that he told her as much. "Don't get angry, miss. I insisted that this was no magical treasure, just an important one~" he chuckled, before making off with it, his purple robe and long black pony tail swaying back and forth as he stepped with glee. >>
RJ: It was then that she saw him heading towards a guild with a banner overhead drawn in a most strange art style. "Spelunker's Association." As she took in the one of a kind sight, an elderly woman passed by with a scowl. "Stay away from that place girl, if you know what's good for you. The boy who runs that place tries to trick people into joining his guild. To help him find his stupid treasures in deadly places. After he got the Mayor's son killed, he's lucky he's not dead." she snarled, before walking on.
AI: Stasia crosses her arms, huffing a little at the merchant. She wears a small pout with a glare, as she watches him scoot into... the spelunker's association? She tilts her head, raising a quizzical brow at the sight before noticing the convenient elderly woman. The elf regards the woman with her green gaze, hmmming. With a nod of thanks, and she steps toward the building, peering around the structure for any further clue of this strange guild. She looks to see if any other townspeople are making their way in or out, if it's quite busy, or quiet....
RJ: Completely dead. Or perhaps cursed, as people avoided it. From within, she heard a loud thud. And arguing. The door wasn't a door so much an archway with an elegant purple silk curtain over it, allowing Stasia to see inside that the merchant was holding a white haired boy dressed in outlandish clothing by his collar and shouting at him. "So little!? I paid my escort more than that! I DEMAND 100 denarii for this faeriegold beetle!" he shouted. The boy stuttered. "L-look, even if I was interested in it, you simply ask for too much..." he said. Then the man growled. "Are you trying to pick a fight?"
RJ: "N-no sir, I'm not a fan of fighting, ha-ha-ha!" the boy laughed nervously, only his full and shining silver hair visible from behind the merchant.
AI: (How young is the boy?)
RJ: (cannot tell from angle.)
AI: (oooooh~)
AI: Stasia sucks her teeth a little. She swallows, seeming to peer about. She steps into the guild quietly, moving closer to the scene. Her green eyes survey her surroundings, not only taking in the shadows, but possibly anything that might be of value she could possibly palm. Though she doubted it. She watches a little longer, though steeling herself to step in. The poor kid definitely doesn't seem like he's ready to back up the haggling.
RJ: The guild was filled with highly unusual trinkets. As if the collector present was a fan of picking up things most others would avoid. There were no obvious treasures, though some looked valuable. However, all treasures present seemed to fill the room with an upsetting aura. As if magic was choking the air. The merchant threw the boy back into a chair behind him with a single shove, then directed his gesture into a shrug. "I will take this treasure elsewhere then. Since you obviously do not understand its TRUE value!" he declared, before walking out. "Yes, please..." the boy sighed, >>
RJ: Before picking up a book from the floor and checking on it. Then, he peered up, and saw the elf girl that snuck in. And she too saw him. (Link:
RJ: Young, and both human looking and not. He seemed to be affected by the corruption. Perhaps a run in with a succubus or two. He looked shocked to see her here. "Hello... Are you... Lost?" he inquired, as if bewildered by her presence.
AI: Stasia let the merchant slip by before she stepped into the more illuminated areas. Still, with all these magic artifacts, he seemed to be pursuing something quite similar. Now that she got a look at him, she lifted her brows a little; cute. The ultimate conclusion she came to. A refreshing look from the muscle-bound adventurer's she was used to, and often shunned. "How much did you offer the guy for his bauble?" She asks smoothly, stepping closer as her gaze roamed the area pointedly, clearly letting herself take advantage of the cliche mysterious introduction.
RJ: "Uh..." he cleared his throat and decided to stand, his hands held in front of him as if trying to be overly respectful. "Twenty five. A quarter of what he asked, basically. The person across the street will no doubt ask-" he was cut off by the uproar. "TEN!? THIS TOWN OUGHT TO BE BURNED!" the merchant shouted. "... Indeed." he said, adjusting his glasses with a tap to the side of them with his index finger.
AI: Stasia snickers a little, upturning her pink lips in a grin. "Well he was right; he did pay me more than what you offered..." She says as she allows her eyes to roam the boy's form. She steps forward, offering a slender hand. "I'm Stasia... And I hear you're looking for fools to delve into perilous places." She says softly.
RJ: The analyzing of his form seemed to go noticed, as the boy seemed to become more bashful. Seeing her hand, he seemed to regain composure and a sense of professionalism as he shook it promptly. "Hello, Stasia. My name is Jax Samarian. Jack is fine." he stated. Though, coming forth as she did and offering her hand, for a split second, his eyes were locked onto her chest. Almost instantly he reeled in his self control however. Knowing her eyes were on him. "You... You want to join!?" he exclaimed at her, his hands going from her own hand to her shoulders in excitement. >>
RJ: Quickly again, he withdrew himself from her shoulders. "I mean... You didn't say that. I'm so sorry. I guess this isn't much of an association with just one member, is it? And my desperation for aid shows."
AI: Stasia tries not to grin; she's self conscious about her bust, but having it admired was certainly flattering. Though the fleeting thought was quickly broken by his sudden burst of enthusiasm. Her hands went up to his elbows, but resisted the urge to break the embrace. Her fingertips slid down his arms as his grasp loosened and fell away. Nothing up the sleeves? "Well, I didn't say either way; I'd like to know what you're upto... Besides perhaps attracting dragons to the town." She says, motioning to the baubles that litter the area.
RJ: A gentle touch, she almost missed it. But the thin slice without cutting graced her ring finger. A hidden blade in the right sleeve. A place his left hand was often close to when the merchant was harassing him, and when the unknown girl was in his shop. Stasia would then identify the incredibly defensive aura around him. He looked even to be near some artifacts that might be excused as weapons. Closer to him than they were her. His eyes were focused, never a prolonged blink. Focused, almost worried. >>
RJ: "Ah, yes." he nodded. "I seek magics left behind by talented spirit wielders and mages of old who put their spells into various objects, so that I may harness their power on my own. To that end, I guess I'm a collector. But these objects mean nothing to me. It is their magic I seek."
AI: Stasia mmms, giving a nod. Her thumb rubs her ring finger, ensuring that there wasn't some cut from the blade before she cants her hips to one side with a bit of attitude, forcing the skirt to sweep across her thighs. "Well Jax, for the right price I can be foolish enough..." She says, crossing her arms and giving a grin. "Though if what I hear is true, that price may be pretty steep." She says, as though the situation is hopeless.
RJ: Jax chuckled. "Oh come now, look at me, I do this for a living. A talented adventurer like yourself can't ask for too much, right?" he argued. "Though, I wouldn't advise this job if you have a fear of magic. Goodness no." he said, as if he was implying she feared the unknown.
AI: Stasia's lips pursed a little. "I would think you'd be smarter than to say something that foolish; considering I escorted a merchant to a new town, and know that you have a blade up your sleeve..." She says, peering around. "Besides, you seem to be in the same boat as far as how much you can ask for~" She says in a sing-songy voice.
RJ: At first, a look of surprise that she knew about his blade, then he smiled for the first time, his eyes narrowing in an almost mischievous 'you caught me' expression. "... And exactly how much were you asking?" he inquired, his smile fading into a serious one, as if truly assessing her character.
RJ: (This post gives you an idea of economy (Link: http://www.ulmf.org/bbs/showpost.ph...mf.org/bbs/showpost.php?p=404798&postcount=11 )
AI: Stasia steps closer; surely a sign of trust, and perhaps of flirting as she hmms thoughtfully. "a five denarii retainer a week, with fifteen denarii per outing, and full access to any research you do, as well as open negotiations on all artifacts found, not to exceed 90% of market price." She says, sounding rather matter-of-fact as though a common contract. "You will be essentially paying bargain price for a full time contract, and someone to pawn any unwanted items to... Seems like quite the steal, right?"
RJ: Jax seemed taken aback by her offer. Opposite of what she said. She was basically selling herself to him for free and all he had to do was give her room and board. He had to put a hand to his mouth and cross a hand under his chest as he seemed to deeply consider her offer. Then, he looked up. "... I have a spare room available. If possible, I'd offer you that. It'll save you money on renting a room, and in exchange, no weekly fee."
RJ: "And by the way, don't touch any of the wares. half of them might kill you. I won't say which ones." he said, giving a cat-like grin at the end.
AI: Stasia lifts a finger, as though not quite done. "The room and board was a given if I'm going to be fully contracted. But here's the catch; Any further interactions of the guild, including who joins, dues paid, and what items are sold, will be controlled by me. Clearly you need to clean out your inventory, and I can easily move these items..." She says, looking about. "But trust me when I say we'll both benefit. Do you have a ledger of everything?"
RJ: The boy took a step back in awe. "What!? You're basically asking to take over! This is my house, you know!?" he exclaimed.
AI: Stasia gives her head a shake. "No no no, I'm asking to manage for you. You reap the benefits of a well-run guild, wipe the slate clean as I become the new face of it, and reap the benefits. You will determine where we look and what we look for. I'm just asking to manage the overhead, dear." She says in a calm manner, as though explaining a common practice.
RJ: "And the first thing you want to do is sell off my wonderful collection! Each is a different spell! I refuse to part with it!" he said, arms crossed.
AI: The elf gives a pointed look. "Ok my hoarding dragon, you will have final say of what items go..." She says, as though giving up something most precious to her. "But could we... organize it a bit better?" She says with an arched brow, giving deliberate looks about the place.
RJ: Basically calling it messy, The boy's cheeks puff out in frustration at the woman's demands. His face went red from her shaming his home. Then, he points a finger at her. "... N-nothing without my say. Everything, every decision, goes through me. And please do NOT touch the artifacts. They are not toys!"
AI: The rogue's pink tongue flickered ever so slightly against her lower lip, pulling it beneath her teeth a little; the sight of the flustered boy sent a warmth through her; but still, business is business. She lifts her hands in a surrendering gesture. "I will not lay a single finger on anything of yours... unless you ask." She says in a softer tone; perhaps a little more flirty than she wanted. "I just want to see this guild shine..."
RJ: He sighed. Then, extended his hand again. "It's a deal. I take pride in my cooking, so if you complain I reserve the right to kick you out." he said as a final condition.
AI: The elf gives a grin; one that belongs on the face of a devil once a soul-selling pact is made. Before it can be retracted, her hand seemingly sneaks into the boy's grip with a soft grip and a single shake. "Agreed. Now, can you show me to my room, please?" She asks, handing him her bag with the other hand, which she decidedly presses to his chest.
RJ: His eye twitched, he looked ready to push it back but seemed like having a helping hand was too useful as he accepted the rude behavior. He then walked around his desk, and towards a ladder with wheels locked into a groove of the floor seemingly to allow him to access books, but also had access to a doorway above that the ladder lead straight into, no walkway or anything otherwise, just a door. He pushed the ladder over, and took what seemed to be a glove resting upon a pedastle, and wore it before lifting his hand, the bag levitating upwards until it came to rest against the door, pushing it open as the bolt hadn't caught.
RJ: He took the glove off and put it back. "It's up there. Lots of space, cept near the edges. A bedroll, nightstand, and chest for your belongings. The bedroll is made from quality sheep wool, so it's very cozy. I've slept up there sometimes."
AI: Stasia tries to suppress her grin from growing any further at his annoyed look. She easily takes the edge of the ladder, and begins to climb. Depending on how close the boy was, her skirt was sure to give away the red color of her undergarment from beneath as she ascends the ladder. She pauses on it, looking toward him. "I'm not taking your bed, am I?" She asks, seemingly genuinely concerned, though not exactly cognizant of her revealed undergarment that grips her backside... and is there writing on it?
RJ: When she looked down, he was holding his right eye closed and his left hand held up a digit that was seemingly blocking view of her undergarment. "No. I sleep down here." he said, pointing to a circular pattern of unusual books and a single bedroll in the middle of them. Seems he liked to take out his books and read through them all before passing out amidst them. "Sometimes I sleep in my chair."
RJ: Though, half of her worries were perhaps realized. She was taking the only room in the small guild.
AI: Stasia pauses at the top of the ladder, frowning a little. "Well, I think you should sleep up here; we're going to need you to be rested for tomorrow. We'll rotate nights so I don't interrupt your studies, ok?"
RJ: His nose twitched a bit. "I don't think you understand. I know you are trying to be respectful, but I only sleep up there when I feel like it. I'm at peace in my mess of books rather than in some clean room."
AI: The elf purses her lips. "Fine, see how your back feels in the morning." She mutters before her red-clad rear disappears past the door. She peers around the room, after stumbling over her bag. (Sorry it will take me a bit to get warmed up in the writing)
RJ: (iz fein) "I have the same bedroll as you..." he said in slight protest. Before she would find herself in her very spartan room. Indeed it had what he said. Chest, nightstand and a futon next to it that was to be her bedroll. It was decorated with a red top blanket with soft fluffy underside of black fabric. But other than the bed there wasn't much to mention. The ceiling of her new room was slanted, eventually ending at the floor, as if this was the attic...
RJ: It IS the attic.
AI: (Is it hot?)
RJ: (Oh, no. It's temperate.)
RJ: The temperature in the room was comfortable for the most part. It was warmer, but that would only be a problem during the summer.
AI: The elf mms, nodding. She turns back around, giving a nod to the boy. "Well, if there isn't anything else, have a good night. I'm too bushed for dinner..."
RJ: "I see. Well, if you smell it and change your mind, I'll give you my portion and then make another." he said, giving her a wave.
AI: Stasia closes the door, and strips down, donning a night shirt before plopping onto the futon with her bedroll. Much better than the past few days of being on the road. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and allows herself to drift off.
RJ: It was then that she saw him heading towards a guild with a banner overhead drawn in a most strange art style. "Spelunker's Association." As she took in the one of a kind sight, an elderly woman passed by with a scowl. "Stay away from that place girl, if you know what's good for you. The boy who runs that place tries to trick people into joining his guild. To help him find his stupid treasures in deadly places. After he got the Mayor's son killed, he's lucky he's not dead." she snarled, before walking on.
AI: Stasia crosses her arms, huffing a little at the merchant. She wears a small pout with a glare, as she watches him scoot into... the spelunker's association? She tilts her head, raising a quizzical brow at the sight before noticing the convenient elderly woman. The elf regards the woman with her green gaze, hmmming. With a nod of thanks, and she steps toward the building, peering around the structure for any further clue of this strange guild. She looks to see if any other townspeople are making their way in or out, if it's quite busy, or quiet....
RJ: Completely dead. Or perhaps cursed, as people avoided it. From within, she heard a loud thud. And arguing. The door wasn't a door so much an archway with an elegant purple silk curtain over it, allowing Stasia to see inside that the merchant was holding a white haired boy dressed in outlandish clothing by his collar and shouting at him. "So little!? I paid my escort more than that! I DEMAND 100 denarii for this faeriegold beetle!" he shouted. The boy stuttered. "L-look, even if I was interested in it, you simply ask for too much..." he said. Then the man growled. "Are you trying to pick a fight?"
RJ: "N-no sir, I'm not a fan of fighting, ha-ha-ha!" the boy laughed nervously, only his full and shining silver hair visible from behind the merchant.
AI: (How young is the boy?)
RJ: (cannot tell from angle.)
AI: (oooooh~)
AI: Stasia sucks her teeth a little. She swallows, seeming to peer about. She steps into the guild quietly, moving closer to the scene. Her green eyes survey her surroundings, not only taking in the shadows, but possibly anything that might be of value she could possibly palm. Though she doubted it. She watches a little longer, though steeling herself to step in. The poor kid definitely doesn't seem like he's ready to back up the haggling.
RJ: The guild was filled with highly unusual trinkets. As if the collector present was a fan of picking up things most others would avoid. There were no obvious treasures, though some looked valuable. However, all treasures present seemed to fill the room with an upsetting aura. As if magic was choking the air. The merchant threw the boy back into a chair behind him with a single shove, then directed his gesture into a shrug. "I will take this treasure elsewhere then. Since you obviously do not understand its TRUE value!" he declared, before walking out. "Yes, please..." the boy sighed, >>
RJ: Before picking up a book from the floor and checking on it. Then, he peered up, and saw the elf girl that snuck in. And she too saw him. (Link:
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RJ: Young, and both human looking and not. He seemed to be affected by the corruption. Perhaps a run in with a succubus or two. He looked shocked to see her here. "Hello... Are you... Lost?" he inquired, as if bewildered by her presence.
AI: Stasia let the merchant slip by before she stepped into the more illuminated areas. Still, with all these magic artifacts, he seemed to be pursuing something quite similar. Now that she got a look at him, she lifted her brows a little; cute. The ultimate conclusion she came to. A refreshing look from the muscle-bound adventurer's she was used to, and often shunned. "How much did you offer the guy for his bauble?" She asks smoothly, stepping closer as her gaze roamed the area pointedly, clearly letting herself take advantage of the cliche mysterious introduction.
RJ: "Uh..." he cleared his throat and decided to stand, his hands held in front of him as if trying to be overly respectful. "Twenty five. A quarter of what he asked, basically. The person across the street will no doubt ask-" he was cut off by the uproar. "TEN!? THIS TOWN OUGHT TO BE BURNED!" the merchant shouted. "... Indeed." he said, adjusting his glasses with a tap to the side of them with his index finger.
AI: Stasia snickers a little, upturning her pink lips in a grin. "Well he was right; he did pay me more than what you offered..." She says as she allows her eyes to roam the boy's form. She steps forward, offering a slender hand. "I'm Stasia... And I hear you're looking for fools to delve into perilous places." She says softly.
RJ: The analyzing of his form seemed to go noticed, as the boy seemed to become more bashful. Seeing her hand, he seemed to regain composure and a sense of professionalism as he shook it promptly. "Hello, Stasia. My name is Jax Samarian. Jack is fine." he stated. Though, coming forth as she did and offering her hand, for a split second, his eyes were locked onto her chest. Almost instantly he reeled in his self control however. Knowing her eyes were on him. "You... You want to join!?" he exclaimed at her, his hands going from her own hand to her shoulders in excitement. >>
RJ: Quickly again, he withdrew himself from her shoulders. "I mean... You didn't say that. I'm so sorry. I guess this isn't much of an association with just one member, is it? And my desperation for aid shows."
AI: Stasia tries not to grin; she's self conscious about her bust, but having it admired was certainly flattering. Though the fleeting thought was quickly broken by his sudden burst of enthusiasm. Her hands went up to his elbows, but resisted the urge to break the embrace. Her fingertips slid down his arms as his grasp loosened and fell away. Nothing up the sleeves? "Well, I didn't say either way; I'd like to know what you're upto... Besides perhaps attracting dragons to the town." She says, motioning to the baubles that litter the area.
RJ: A gentle touch, she almost missed it. But the thin slice without cutting graced her ring finger. A hidden blade in the right sleeve. A place his left hand was often close to when the merchant was harassing him, and when the unknown girl was in his shop. Stasia would then identify the incredibly defensive aura around him. He looked even to be near some artifacts that might be excused as weapons. Closer to him than they were her. His eyes were focused, never a prolonged blink. Focused, almost worried. >>
RJ: "Ah, yes." he nodded. "I seek magics left behind by talented spirit wielders and mages of old who put their spells into various objects, so that I may harness their power on my own. To that end, I guess I'm a collector. But these objects mean nothing to me. It is their magic I seek."
AI: Stasia mmms, giving a nod. Her thumb rubs her ring finger, ensuring that there wasn't some cut from the blade before she cants her hips to one side with a bit of attitude, forcing the skirt to sweep across her thighs. "Well Jax, for the right price I can be foolish enough..." She says, crossing her arms and giving a grin. "Though if what I hear is true, that price may be pretty steep." She says, as though the situation is hopeless.
RJ: Jax chuckled. "Oh come now, look at me, I do this for a living. A talented adventurer like yourself can't ask for too much, right?" he argued. "Though, I wouldn't advise this job if you have a fear of magic. Goodness no." he said, as if he was implying she feared the unknown.
AI: Stasia's lips pursed a little. "I would think you'd be smarter than to say something that foolish; considering I escorted a merchant to a new town, and know that you have a blade up your sleeve..." She says, peering around. "Besides, you seem to be in the same boat as far as how much you can ask for~" She says in a sing-songy voice.
RJ: At first, a look of surprise that she knew about his blade, then he smiled for the first time, his eyes narrowing in an almost mischievous 'you caught me' expression. "... And exactly how much were you asking?" he inquired, his smile fading into a serious one, as if truly assessing her character.
RJ: (This post gives you an idea of economy (Link: http://www.ulmf.org/bbs/showpost.ph...mf.org/bbs/showpost.php?p=404798&postcount=11 )
AI: Stasia steps closer; surely a sign of trust, and perhaps of flirting as she hmms thoughtfully. "a five denarii retainer a week, with fifteen denarii per outing, and full access to any research you do, as well as open negotiations on all artifacts found, not to exceed 90% of market price." She says, sounding rather matter-of-fact as though a common contract. "You will be essentially paying bargain price for a full time contract, and someone to pawn any unwanted items to... Seems like quite the steal, right?"
RJ: Jax seemed taken aback by her offer. Opposite of what she said. She was basically selling herself to him for free and all he had to do was give her room and board. He had to put a hand to his mouth and cross a hand under his chest as he seemed to deeply consider her offer. Then, he looked up. "... I have a spare room available. If possible, I'd offer you that. It'll save you money on renting a room, and in exchange, no weekly fee."
RJ: "And by the way, don't touch any of the wares. half of them might kill you. I won't say which ones." he said, giving a cat-like grin at the end.
AI: Stasia lifts a finger, as though not quite done. "The room and board was a given if I'm going to be fully contracted. But here's the catch; Any further interactions of the guild, including who joins, dues paid, and what items are sold, will be controlled by me. Clearly you need to clean out your inventory, and I can easily move these items..." She says, looking about. "But trust me when I say we'll both benefit. Do you have a ledger of everything?"
RJ: The boy took a step back in awe. "What!? You're basically asking to take over! This is my house, you know!?" he exclaimed.
AI: Stasia gives her head a shake. "No no no, I'm asking to manage for you. You reap the benefits of a well-run guild, wipe the slate clean as I become the new face of it, and reap the benefits. You will determine where we look and what we look for. I'm just asking to manage the overhead, dear." She says in a calm manner, as though explaining a common practice.
RJ: "And the first thing you want to do is sell off my wonderful collection! Each is a different spell! I refuse to part with it!" he said, arms crossed.
AI: The elf gives a pointed look. "Ok my hoarding dragon, you will have final say of what items go..." She says, as though giving up something most precious to her. "But could we... organize it a bit better?" She says with an arched brow, giving deliberate looks about the place.
RJ: Basically calling it messy, The boy's cheeks puff out in frustration at the woman's demands. His face went red from her shaming his home. Then, he points a finger at her. "... N-nothing without my say. Everything, every decision, goes through me. And please do NOT touch the artifacts. They are not toys!"
AI: The rogue's pink tongue flickered ever so slightly against her lower lip, pulling it beneath her teeth a little; the sight of the flustered boy sent a warmth through her; but still, business is business. She lifts her hands in a surrendering gesture. "I will not lay a single finger on anything of yours... unless you ask." She says in a softer tone; perhaps a little more flirty than she wanted. "I just want to see this guild shine..."
RJ: He sighed. Then, extended his hand again. "It's a deal. I take pride in my cooking, so if you complain I reserve the right to kick you out." he said as a final condition.
AI: The elf gives a grin; one that belongs on the face of a devil once a soul-selling pact is made. Before it can be retracted, her hand seemingly sneaks into the boy's grip with a soft grip and a single shake. "Agreed. Now, can you show me to my room, please?" She asks, handing him her bag with the other hand, which she decidedly presses to his chest.
RJ: His eye twitched, he looked ready to push it back but seemed like having a helping hand was too useful as he accepted the rude behavior. He then walked around his desk, and towards a ladder with wheels locked into a groove of the floor seemingly to allow him to access books, but also had access to a doorway above that the ladder lead straight into, no walkway or anything otherwise, just a door. He pushed the ladder over, and took what seemed to be a glove resting upon a pedastle, and wore it before lifting his hand, the bag levitating upwards until it came to rest against the door, pushing it open as the bolt hadn't caught.
RJ: He took the glove off and put it back. "It's up there. Lots of space, cept near the edges. A bedroll, nightstand, and chest for your belongings. The bedroll is made from quality sheep wool, so it's very cozy. I've slept up there sometimes."
AI: Stasia tries to suppress her grin from growing any further at his annoyed look. She easily takes the edge of the ladder, and begins to climb. Depending on how close the boy was, her skirt was sure to give away the red color of her undergarment from beneath as she ascends the ladder. She pauses on it, looking toward him. "I'm not taking your bed, am I?" She asks, seemingly genuinely concerned, though not exactly cognizant of her revealed undergarment that grips her backside... and is there writing on it?
RJ: When she looked down, he was holding his right eye closed and his left hand held up a digit that was seemingly blocking view of her undergarment. "No. I sleep down here." he said, pointing to a circular pattern of unusual books and a single bedroll in the middle of them. Seems he liked to take out his books and read through them all before passing out amidst them. "Sometimes I sleep in my chair."
RJ: Though, half of her worries were perhaps realized. She was taking the only room in the small guild.
AI: Stasia pauses at the top of the ladder, frowning a little. "Well, I think you should sleep up here; we're going to need you to be rested for tomorrow. We'll rotate nights so I don't interrupt your studies, ok?"
RJ: His nose twitched a bit. "I don't think you understand. I know you are trying to be respectful, but I only sleep up there when I feel like it. I'm at peace in my mess of books rather than in some clean room."
AI: The elf purses her lips. "Fine, see how your back feels in the morning." She mutters before her red-clad rear disappears past the door. She peers around the room, after stumbling over her bag. (Sorry it will take me a bit to get warmed up in the writing)
RJ: (iz fein) "I have the same bedroll as you..." he said in slight protest. Before she would find herself in her very spartan room. Indeed it had what he said. Chest, nightstand and a futon next to it that was to be her bedroll. It was decorated with a red top blanket with soft fluffy underside of black fabric. But other than the bed there wasn't much to mention. The ceiling of her new room was slanted, eventually ending at the floor, as if this was the attic...
RJ: It IS the attic.
AI: (Is it hot?)
RJ: (Oh, no. It's temperate.)
RJ: The temperature in the room was comfortable for the most part. It was warmer, but that would only be a problem during the summer.
AI: The elf mms, nodding. She turns back around, giving a nod to the boy. "Well, if there isn't anything else, have a good night. I'm too bushed for dinner..."
RJ: "I see. Well, if you smell it and change your mind, I'll give you my portion and then make another." he said, giving her a wave.
AI: Stasia closes the door, and strips down, donning a night shirt before plopping onto the futon with her bedroll. Much better than the past few days of being on the road. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and allows herself to drift off.