Seven - Money and Belief
[X] Patrol the campus. (You're a security guard for the local college. Your contract doesn't really need you to patrol, but it gets you out of the place.)
Up and down the sidewalk. Step, step, step. Through a few buildings and down the stairs that defined the halfway point of the campus. That was the path John took. It was the path he always took when he did this. About a mile's walk round trip, maybe more if he took a detour. It was actually a fairly nice and scenic route.
"Umm, could you help me?" A woman's voice made John pause and he looked towards it.
The person speaking was a white woman with shoulder length purple hair and dreams of flight and fancy. She grinned nervously and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Do you think you could help me?"
"Sure, what do you need?" John grinned at the other woman.
"I'm supposed to get my professor's class open and the door is locked." The woman pointed towards one of the squat buildings nearby.
John nodded and began to move that way. "Sure, I got the keys on me right now. Which room?"
"Two-Oh-Two." The woman grinned and began to follow, practically skipping. "Thank you so much, I need to get it prepared. I'm a TA for professor Gordo, and there's a big demo today."
"Demo for what?" John raised an eyebrow as they entered the building and began to walk up the stairs.
"It's going to be for Egyptian History. We have a few scans of the older hieroglyphics from the early pyramids. It's really pretty facinating." The girl sounded quite enthusiastic about that.
"Sounds intersting." John replied back quietly and began to shuffle through his keys. "Ah here we are."
"Oh thank god." The girl watched with a grin. "Gordo would have bit my head off if we had to wait on that. I'm Margret by the way." The girl offered a hand to shake.
John nodded and took it. "Glad to help. You know the security number right?"
"You have a number?" Margret blinked.
"Yes, yes we have a number." John muttered.
"Oh, that would be so much easier than running after you then!" Margret grinned happily and clapped her hands together. "Now I need to get the projector started up, the files loaded, the seats moved..." She continued on as John backed away slowly.
[X] Socialize with someone
-[X] Meria
Meria was looking better when John finally saw her again. Her clothing was clean, and she looked rested at least. John smiled as he saw her, and since it wasn't busy tried to strike up a conversation.
"Hi Meria, you're looking better!" John began.
The black woman paused and frowned at him. "John, was it?"
"Yep. Sorry if I'm coming across bad, but you looked really tired last time I saw you." John nodded seriously.
"I've been sleeping better." The girl stated solemnly. "What would you like?"
"I can't just want to talk?" John raised an eyebrow and looked around the cafe. It wasn't empty, but it was pretty quiet at the moment.
"I suppose." Meria stated and frowned deeper. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend." She warned.
John rolled his eyes. "You're a gorgeous woman, but I'm not hitting on you either. Can't I just want to strike up a friendship."
"If you say so." The woman replied back placidly and continued. "What would you want to talk about?"
"Well, you're a student right?" John asked curiously.
"Yes. Third year, majoring in arts." Meria replied back, almost warmly. "I'm working on sculptures and designs based on old occult pictures. My grandma had a very high belief in vodoo, and I quite a few examples from her that I've been using. I also sell home-made candles based off a few things she did."
"Wow. Cool." John's eyebrows rose up. This was as animated as he had seen the woman. "Better than what I do. I just draw pictures and work in security on campus." John chuckled and showed off a few pictures in his sketch pad. None of them were like his dragon form, so he had no trouble showing them off.
"Dragons?" Meria's eyes lingered on the pictures.
"Personal favorite." John admitted. "I'm a big fantasy buff to be honest."
"I'm into occult stuff myself." Meria paused tentatively and then shook her head as if dismissing something.
John spoke before the pause could become awkward. "So like ouija boards and things like that?"
"I have one of them." Meria admitted with something like embarrassment. "You need a few people for it so I've not used it. It's a toy in the end anyway."
"Really? You don't believe in ghosts?" John actually did sort of himself, though he thought they were likely dream beings.
"Oh, I believe in spirits. Just those boards are sort of tricks. What about you?" The black haired woman raised an eyebrow at him.
"Absolutely. Though I think most spirits wouldn't care much about humans, and could care even less about most of the funny rituals we do." John chuckled slightly.
That caused the girl to pause and lean forward onto the counter separating them. "That's an unusual belief."
John shrugged and leaned onto a nearby seat. "I mean think about it. They're supposed to be this big and all knowing thing in a lot of beliefs. Why would they care about what we did?"
"I suppose..." Meria trailed off and almost sagged.
"Did I say something wrong?" John asked with worry.
"No, no, I can agree with that. Why would they care much about us?" Meria pasted a fake smile on her face and pushed off the counter. "I need to work again." She walked off.
Meria managed to be busy or absent every other time John saw her again. She always said hi, but John could almost see her spiraling down again.
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 2
[X] Repair
The dragon was bold. He was powerful. And he was soaring through the dream looking for things to kill. The time for the tribute was rapidly approaching. He had little idea of what the other rivals were doing, but he assumed they were preparing just as much as him, or perhaps more.
Luck, or perhaps unluck was with him this week. There was gossamer to be sure, but there was something else traveling through the area he was hunting in.
He looked like a giant of a man. Massive and dressed in a tuxedo. He had a top hat and a monocle. He also carried a massive bag with a dollar sign on it. The dragon called him the Fat Man, and her resembled nothing so much as the monopoly man set into almost reality. He was one of the rare intelligent dream denizens. His purpose was something the dragon had never been told.
"Oh, Hoho!" The man laughed as the dragon flew into sight. "Ahh, there's a sight! Are you willing to trade young one?" The man tilted his hat.
"It would depend on what you had to trade." The dragon replied back, and found a perch to land on.
They had found each other in a candy-cane dream area. A place where the the normal real streets and roads had become candy cane and surgar. The streets were slick and bright, and it looked bright and cheery. Not the worst place to talk.
"Hoho! Let me see, let me see." The fat man shifted his massive sack onto the ground effortlessly and opened it.
The dragon had to close his eyes before he caught a glimpse of the inside. Not from fear really. It was just the inside of the sack was disorientating in the extreme. Imagine a universe stuffed into a small area, and that was a paltry way of stating what you would see.
"Ahhh. You would like this." The fat man pulled out a dream. It looked like a compact snow-globe in this state, but could become anything. This one was contained fire and ambition. "A dream of a conqueror. The thing that set the man on his path towards death and destruction. And triumph. This dream drove him forward until his death."
Stitched onto his dream form, it would be a powerful healing tool, the dragon thought. He could use it to revitalize himself when he was flagging.
"If that isn't to your liking, we have this one as well." The fat man released the dream of the conqueror and it floated midair. The next one he pulled out was something dark. "A cowards dream. This one drove the man to flee his comrades on the eve of war."
A dream of fear. That was actually useful properly done. It could cause opponents to flee.
"Just so I don't overwhelm you, one more." The fat man pulled out another one. "A dream of gnashing teeth. This is a nightmare of a victim who was permenatly crippled by a tiger. It is of blood and death." The teeth flashed in the dream.
This one was actually good for the dragon's teeth in particular. A nasty finishing technique.
"And the cost for them?" The dragon asked as his tail thrashed.
"One hundred gossamer. No bargaining. These are a steal at the moment." The fat man chuckled.
Here came the problematic part of this entire transaction. Finding the fat man was a pain in the ass. So far as the dragon knew, this being loved to wander. If he didn't accept it now, he'd have to wait until he could find the man again, and that could take weeks or months.
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Hunting =+8 Gossamer
You have 139 gossamer.
[] Buy something?
Tribute is coming! How much will you offer?
[] ?
Up and down the sidewalk. Step, step, step. Through a few buildings and down the stairs that defined the halfway point of the campus. That was the path John took. It was the path he always took when he did this. About a mile's walk round trip, maybe more if he took a detour. It was actually a fairly nice and scenic route.
"Umm, could you help me?" A woman's voice made John pause and he looked towards it.
The person speaking was a white woman with shoulder length purple hair and dreams of flight and fancy. She grinned nervously and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Do you think you could help me?"
"Sure, what do you need?" John grinned at the other woman.
"I'm supposed to get my professor's class open and the door is locked." The woman pointed towards one of the squat buildings nearby.
John nodded and began to move that way. "Sure, I got the keys on me right now. Which room?"
"Two-Oh-Two." The woman grinned and began to follow, practically skipping. "Thank you so much, I need to get it prepared. I'm a TA for professor Gordo, and there's a big demo today."
"Demo for what?" John raised an eyebrow as they entered the building and began to walk up the stairs.
"It's going to be for Egyptian History. We have a few scans of the older hieroglyphics from the early pyramids. It's really pretty facinating." The girl sounded quite enthusiastic about that.
"Sounds intersting." John replied back quietly and began to shuffle through his keys. "Ah here we are."
"Oh thank god." The girl watched with a grin. "Gordo would have bit my head off if we had to wait on that. I'm Margret by the way." The girl offered a hand to shake.
John nodded and took it. "Glad to help. You know the security number right?"
"You have a number?" Margret blinked.
"Yes, yes we have a number." John muttered.
"Oh, that would be so much easier than running after you then!" Margret grinned happily and clapped her hands together. "Now I need to get the projector started up, the files loaded, the seats moved..." She continued on as John backed away slowly.
[X] Socialize with someone
-[X] Meria
Meria was looking better when John finally saw her again. Her clothing was clean, and she looked rested at least. John smiled as he saw her, and since it wasn't busy tried to strike up a conversation.
"Hi Meria, you're looking better!" John began.
The black woman paused and frowned at him. "John, was it?"
"Yep. Sorry if I'm coming across bad, but you looked really tired last time I saw you." John nodded seriously.
"I've been sleeping better." The girl stated solemnly. "What would you like?"
"I can't just want to talk?" John raised an eyebrow and looked around the cafe. It wasn't empty, but it was pretty quiet at the moment.
"I suppose." Meria stated and frowned deeper. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend." She warned.
John rolled his eyes. "You're a gorgeous woman, but I'm not hitting on you either. Can't I just want to strike up a friendship."
"If you say so." The woman replied back placidly and continued. "What would you want to talk about?"
"Well, you're a student right?" John asked curiously.
"Yes. Third year, majoring in arts." Meria replied back, almost warmly. "I'm working on sculptures and designs based on old occult pictures. My grandma had a very high belief in vodoo, and I quite a few examples from her that I've been using. I also sell home-made candles based off a few things she did."
"Wow. Cool." John's eyebrows rose up. This was as animated as he had seen the woman. "Better than what I do. I just draw pictures and work in security on campus." John chuckled and showed off a few pictures in his sketch pad. None of them were like his dragon form, so he had no trouble showing them off.
"Dragons?" Meria's eyes lingered on the pictures.
"Personal favorite." John admitted. "I'm a big fantasy buff to be honest."
"I'm into occult stuff myself." Meria paused tentatively and then shook her head as if dismissing something.
John spoke before the pause could become awkward. "So like ouija boards and things like that?"
"I have one of them." Meria admitted with something like embarrassment. "You need a few people for it so I've not used it. It's a toy in the end anyway."
"Really? You don't believe in ghosts?" John actually did sort of himself, though he thought they were likely dream beings.
"Oh, I believe in spirits. Just those boards are sort of tricks. What about you?" The black haired woman raised an eyebrow at him.
"Absolutely. Though I think most spirits wouldn't care much about humans, and could care even less about most of the funny rituals we do." John chuckled slightly.
That caused the girl to pause and lean forward onto the counter separating them. "That's an unusual belief."
John shrugged and leaned onto a nearby seat. "I mean think about it. They're supposed to be this big and all knowing thing in a lot of beliefs. Why would they care about what we did?"
"I suppose..." Meria trailed off and almost sagged.
"Did I say something wrong?" John asked with worry.
"No, no, I can agree with that. Why would they care much about us?" Meria pasted a fake smile on her face and pushed off the counter. "I need to work again." She walked off.
Meria managed to be busy or absent every other time John saw her again. She always said hi, but John could almost see her spiraling down again.
[X] Hunt for Gossamer (Specify a number from 1-7. 1 easy, 7 hardest)
-[X] 2
[X] Repair
The dragon was bold. He was powerful. And he was soaring through the dream looking for things to kill. The time for the tribute was rapidly approaching. He had little idea of what the other rivals were doing, but he assumed they were preparing just as much as him, or perhaps more.
Luck, or perhaps unluck was with him this week. There was gossamer to be sure, but there was something else traveling through the area he was hunting in.
He looked like a giant of a man. Massive and dressed in a tuxedo. He had a top hat and a monocle. He also carried a massive bag with a dollar sign on it. The dragon called him the Fat Man, and her resembled nothing so much as the monopoly man set into almost reality. He was one of the rare intelligent dream denizens. His purpose was something the dragon had never been told.
"Oh, Hoho!" The man laughed as the dragon flew into sight. "Ahh, there's a sight! Are you willing to trade young one?" The man tilted his hat.
"It would depend on what you had to trade." The dragon replied back, and found a perch to land on.
They had found each other in a candy-cane dream area. A place where the the normal real streets and roads had become candy cane and surgar. The streets were slick and bright, and it looked bright and cheery. Not the worst place to talk.
"Hoho! Let me see, let me see." The fat man shifted his massive sack onto the ground effortlessly and opened it.
The dragon had to close his eyes before he caught a glimpse of the inside. Not from fear really. It was just the inside of the sack was disorientating in the extreme. Imagine a universe stuffed into a small area, and that was a paltry way of stating what you would see.
"Ahhh. You would like this." The fat man pulled out a dream. It looked like a compact snow-globe in this state, but could become anything. This one was contained fire and ambition. "A dream of a conqueror. The thing that set the man on his path towards death and destruction. And triumph. This dream drove him forward until his death."
Stitched onto his dream form, it would be a powerful healing tool, the dragon thought. He could use it to revitalize himself when he was flagging.
"If that isn't to your liking, we have this one as well." The fat man released the dream of the conqueror and it floated midair. The next one he pulled out was something dark. "A cowards dream. This one drove the man to flee his comrades on the eve of war."
A dream of fear. That was actually useful properly done. It could cause opponents to flee.
"Just so I don't overwhelm you, one more." The fat man pulled out another one. "A dream of gnashing teeth. This is a nightmare of a victim who was permenatly crippled by a tiger. It is of blood and death." The teeth flashed in the dream.
This one was actually good for the dragon's teeth in particular. A nasty finishing technique.
"And the cost for them?" The dragon asked as his tail thrashed.
"One hundred gossamer. No bargaining. These are a steal at the moment." The fat man chuckled.
Here came the problematic part of this entire transaction. Finding the fat man was a pain in the ass. So far as the dragon knew, this being loved to wander. If he didn't accept it now, he'd have to wait until he could find the man again, and that could take weeks or months.
-----
Hunting =+8 Gossamer
You have 139 gossamer.
[] Buy something?
Tribute is coming! How much will you offer?
[] ?
