Post by Endre Arthmael on Feb 26, 2014 23:50:31 GMT -6
ENDRE
February 14, Year 1, Late Morning
Endre surveyed his work once again. He'd certainly gotten it down pretty close to the wire, having just put the finishing touches on it last night. Now as he looked it over again this morning making sure he still felt it was good enough, he found himself questioning his workmanship, but decided it was a bit too late for that. It looked... fine. Yes. He was going to go with fine.
"Ready to head out?" he asked Emrik, who nodded. Today was the day they were finally going to head out into the world, after over a month of chasing down Anorith, helping with repairs around town, and generally worrying how Emrik would manage. But they did have Elanor now, and Emrik had probably been the greatest contributor in taking down the Armaldo. He'd proven he could hold his own, and Endre had finally ingrained it in his own mind that being 'responsible' for the Pancham didn't have to be scary, nor did it mean he'd have to do everything for him. They could actually be partners, both pulling weight. Which meant that with this extra power, Endre could venture farther into the wilderness than ever before, or at the very least farther than he'd gone in years. They might have to work up to 'ever before' a little more slowly, but certainly doing so would be more dynamic than sitting around town for a month.
Endre was so ready to get back out into the thick of it that he could barely contain himself.
First, though, there was one stop he had to make. Which was actually technically a few stops... First of all, he headed to the commercial district and began asking around until he found a box of the appropriate size that the owner was willing to part with. Things often needed to be shipped between Port City and New Pallet, given their differences in available resources, but often the boxes were reused given the limitedness of said resources, including those from which boxes could be made. This one was a little bit beat up, but there was that saying about books and covers. Hopefully the recipient would find the contents more important.
Next he had to swing through a residential neighborhood, seeking out the houses with.... ah, there they were. His options were limited, like everything on Mi-aro, but they'd do. He spoke with various people to negotiate prices and amounts, and in one or two cases where owners were entirely unreasonable and irrationally opposed to even hearing his offer, he maaay have just.. snuck a little bit they'd never notice anyway. He also managed to procure a burlap sack.
After that, he combined all the parts of his gift, arranging them in the box as neatly as he could and padding the empty space between his gift and the sides with the empty sack. When this was done, he sat down to write a brief note (his hand-writing leaving much to be desired, but legible), set it on top of everything else inside, and closed the box up. A name was scrawled on top, and he and Emrik headed once more toward their ultimate destination- their 'last stop' before heading out.
--
The Emissary practically glowed in the morning light, both uplifting and imposing. Endre found himself hesitating for just a few moments as he approached, but took a deep breath and steeled himself. Entering, he strolled up to the receptionist and set the box, which read "Anita" in large letters, down on the desk. "Excuse me, but can you see to it the Ambassador gets this...?"
Endre surveyed his work once again. He'd certainly gotten it down pretty close to the wire, having just put the finishing touches on it last night. Now as he looked it over again this morning making sure he still felt it was good enough, he found himself questioning his workmanship, but decided it was a bit too late for that. It looked... fine. Yes. He was going to go with fine.
"Ready to head out?" he asked Emrik, who nodded. Today was the day they were finally going to head out into the world, after over a month of chasing down Anorith, helping with repairs around town, and generally worrying how Emrik would manage. But they did have Elanor now, and Emrik had probably been the greatest contributor in taking down the Armaldo. He'd proven he could hold his own, and Endre had finally ingrained it in his own mind that being 'responsible' for the Pancham didn't have to be scary, nor did it mean he'd have to do everything for him. They could actually be partners, both pulling weight. Which meant that with this extra power, Endre could venture farther into the wilderness than ever before, or at the very least farther than he'd gone in years. They might have to work up to 'ever before' a little more slowly, but certainly doing so would be more dynamic than sitting around town for a month.
Endre was so ready to get back out into the thick of it that he could barely contain himself.
First, though, there was one stop he had to make. Which was actually technically a few stops... First of all, he headed to the commercial district and began asking around until he found a box of the appropriate size that the owner was willing to part with. Things often needed to be shipped between Port City and New Pallet, given their differences in available resources, but often the boxes were reused given the limitedness of said resources, including those from which boxes could be made. This one was a little bit beat up, but there was that saying about books and covers. Hopefully the recipient would find the contents more important.
Next he had to swing through a residential neighborhood, seeking out the houses with.... ah, there they were. His options were limited, like everything on Mi-aro, but they'd do. He spoke with various people to negotiate prices and amounts, and in one or two cases where owners were entirely unreasonable and irrationally opposed to even hearing his offer, he maaay have just.. snuck a little bit they'd never notice anyway. He also managed to procure a burlap sack.
After that, he combined all the parts of his gift, arranging them in the box as neatly as he could and padding the empty space between his gift and the sides with the empty sack. When this was done, he sat down to write a brief note (his hand-writing leaving much to be desired, but legible), set it on top of everything else inside, and closed the box up. A name was scrawled on top, and he and Emrik headed once more toward their ultimate destination- their 'last stop' before heading out.
--
The Emissary practically glowed in the morning light, both uplifting and imposing. Endre found himself hesitating for just a few moments as he approached, but took a deep breath and steeled himself. Entering, he strolled up to the receptionist and set the box, which read "Anita" in large letters, down on the desk. "Excuse me, but can you see to it the Ambassador gets this...?"