(07-09-2017, 04:02 PM)Selina Parcellus Wrote: [ -> ]((Sorry, are we waiting on me?))
OoC: I think it's more me people are waiting on but as I stated in my GM News Thread which is found on the main Forum page, I would likely get back to normal posting by Monday (today). But Betimi did mention Selina but she didn't seem to take notice.
"You said you do not haggle, good sir. So we are faced with the choice of take it or leave it. I agree with Selina's concerns, and if that is what would happen if we were to pursue a buyer on the Dark Market, then i think you have made a generous offer."
She looks at Selina for confirmation. "I will abide Selina's decision, we accept." ]
Does Selina accept?]
Simon turns to look at Selina for confirmation.
If the deal is agreed upon, Simon pulls a square of black velvet from the inside of his cloak. He carefully unfolds the square until it opens fully into a 6' diameter circle blanket. He lays it flat upon the ground beside the corpse and then asks,
"Can I get some help carefully lowering the specimen inside?" For a moment you think your eyes are playing tricks upon you but the light you carry now shines into a pit, with the edges of the hole appearing as if the velvet has weaved into the stone around it. With a little effort and several thankful praises from Simon that Unreth's size is mostly due to it's legs, it isn't too difficult to squeeze his body into the hole. Simon then folds the hole back to its original handkerchief size and then leads the group back to The Dying Child.
Outside the wind had picked up a little. Simon walked quickly up the little alley that adjoined The Dying Child with Paddler Way and his workshop-home. He pushes open the green doors and enters the building. Simon's laboratory appears to have once been a warehouse years ago, and its huge, dusty floorspace was filled with little benches and retorts and blackboards that perched in its corners.
From the two corners of the floor yelled greetings from a couple of other rogue-scientists like Simon, with whom he shared rent and the space. They used the ground floor, each filling a corner with their tools, separated by forty feet of empty wooden boards. A refitted waterpump jutted from the floor between their ends of the room. A construct they shared was rolling across the floor, loudly and inefficiently sweeping up dust.
The door slams heavily shut behind you, and the long mirror that hung beside it making you wonder how that it didn't shatter. Ascending the staircase you eventually arrive at Simon's work space.
Simon's workshop, his kitchen and his bed, were on the huge walkway that jutted out from the walls halfway up the old warehouse. It was about twenty feet wide, circumnavigating the hall, with a ramshackle wooden railing. His bed, stove and chamberpot were in on corner of the raised platform, and at the other end of the same side were the bulky protuberances of his lab. Glass and clay containers full of weird compounds and dangerous chymicals filled the shelves. Heliotypes of Simon with his friends in various poses around the city dotted the walls. The warehouse backed onto the Umber Promenade with his windows looking out over the River Canker and the Bonetown shore, giving him a splendid view of the Ribs (which looked like a colossal rib cage of some monster that rose above the skyline) and the Kelltree Train which toots twice in the distance.
"Welcome to my home and workplace," Simon says with a smile.
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