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Returning the smile as she thought she should, she enters the room, breathing in Jasmine's perfume and taking in her surroundings. "I...am very pleased to....meet to Jasmine." The android's eyes clearly roamed the young woman's body in appreciation, before returning to her eyes.
The oaken doors open with the key's touch, revealing a dimly-lit stone chamber, approximately 20 by 20 feet in size. A velvet painting sits above a well-made oaken table, depicting a wasp-winged elven woman in a sheer black & gold negligee standing with a self-satisfied look on her face. Around her are men & women, knelt before her with their heads bowed in supplication. The table itself is covered in a red velvet cloth and has a pair of glowing candle-like rods standing on either end of it. The room itself is strewn about with large golden pillows, with what looks like a large fire pit in the room's centre, filled with several blocks of burning incense. A haze of exotic aromas tickles your nose, smelling like a blend of roses and something else you can't quite place.
Wrennie steps through the doors and bids you enter.
Jasmine chuckles--a melodious, pleasing sound to your ears--and steps onto the large, fluffy & pale white rug that dominates the room. "And it is a pleasure to meet you as well. I don't believe I've seen you before--I'd remember someone as well-fit as you."
She slides her hands across the buckles & straps of your leathers, neatly undoing them and letting them fall to the floor. You get another good whiff of her perfume as she leans in--a blend of jasmine & lavender.
Leaving the sights, smells & especially sounds of the Merrymaid behind, the two of you set out into Torch's marketplace to find this dealer you're supposed to see. It appears to be mid-afternoon by the time you arrive.
The *CLANGING* of metal being worked mixes with the general chatter and bustle of the marketplace, with shouting merchants and pattering of footsteps competing to be heard over the din. Most of the merchants here are peddling simple wares--foodstuffs, farming tools, a selection of wines & ales from beyond Numeria's borders, a bundle of blades being sold as salvage from some ruin or other, and much more.
You find the market stall you're looking for soon enough, though--a gathering of three people (or rather, two-and-a-half people, as one is clearly a halfling) is clustered around a sturdy-looking wooden stall, perusing the wares of the long-haired man in a chain shirt behind it. The shelves of his stall are filled with clearly technological gadgets & objects.
Approaching the stall Inlé’s eyes latch onto the Halfling’s back on instinct. He keeps a glare till he gets close enough to the stall to ask ”We looking for a connector, would you have one?”
If not for the sword sticking up it would seem as if Celen was the one asking.
When she entered the room behind Wrennie she found herself in what almost looked like a small dungeon. The velvet painting indicated it was something more as it depicted an image of who she believed must be Calistria herself. The savored Sting, it appeared, had a harem of both men and women and her garment was something that Sia figured would be considered scandalous by most people. Personally she rather liked it and thought she may have to try and duplicate it sometime.
She took in the oaken table and it's soft red velvet cloth with the two candle like rods on either end. Then she noted the large golden pillows on the floor and the fire pit in the center and she inhaled the exotic smelling incense. Having fully entered the room she stood and waited for Wrennie to tell her what to do next.
The android's physique is indeed impressive, the perfect blend of femininity and power, with sleek muscle that hinted to a great degree of physical ability, yet possessing a great deal of sensual appeal, flawless pale skin accented by her silvery circuitry all along her body, the occasional pulse of light flowing along their pathways. "Your body is also very desirable Jasmine," she says, her tone seeming slightly more....relaxed.
Wrennie closes the large oak doors behind you and saunters over to a golden pillow-chair next to the fire pit. "The Savoured Sting, in Her everlasting glory, has three ideals that She encourages Her followers to take to heart--the Sting of Lust, the Sting of Trickery, and the Sting of Vengeance."
"You have already tasted the Sting of Vengeance--the belief that you must never let a personal wrong go unanswered. If someone dares raise a hand against you or those you hold dear, they must be punished--how they are punished is entirely up to you." She sinks into the pillow-chair and slides out of her dress, her nubile form shining in the light of the incense pit. She invites you to sit next to her. "Georg Ryfell wronged me greatly by taking Rinna's life." She pauses, her lips tightening for a moment. "And his life was the price he paid for it."
"There are two Stings you have yet to learn... which would you like to learn first?"
"...I'd love to see how flexible you are, especially compared to me." She reaches a hand behind her back and steps back from you. With a twitch of her wrist, her negligee falls to the floor.
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The halfling flinches as he feels a chill run up his spine. Somewhere in the world, a rabbit just danced across his grave.
The three customers exchange their money for a couple of odd-looking grey rods and leave, letting the two of you approach the stall.
"Eh?" Sanvil looks over the stall's counter/window, down at the armoured bunny. "Connectors? I've got several of those, I wager--you be looking for a U-clasp? A tightknot? An R&R?"
"An insulated one for a lift, does that narrow it down?" Inlé offers.
"Insulated? You're working with a bunch of live wires, eh?" Sanvil ducks behind his stall window. "Awfully risky work, but I reckon I've got a couple sorted away in here..."
"Mind if I ask where this lift you're talking about is?"
”Under the city.”
Sanvil arches an eyebrow and pulls out what looks like a hollow beige tube with a pair of small knobs above both ends. "Huh. I'll probably have to go check that out for myself later--might be some good salvage down there."
"At any rate, this here's your insulating connector. The openings here are large enough to fit several live wires--I'm assuming you're not handling them close to the exposed ends, yes?" He points to the knobs. "Just twist both knobs like so--" He turns them, and the openings on the tube abruptly shrink in size. He twists the knobs back and they return to their original size. "--to close the connection."
"Now, depending on how much electricity's going through your wires, you'll need a pokey thing or two to keep yourself from gettin' shocked. You got something like that?"
”Yep!” Inlé brightly says before pulling out the beetle horns.
Sanvil wrinkles his nose when he sees Inlé produce the beetle horns--apparently, he was about to launch into a pokey-thing sales pitch.
"Well, those look sturdy enough, I suppose." The merchant shrugs and rests the insulated connector on the counter. "The connector'll run you about five gold pieces."
"And I've got a variety of other technological & magical wonders, if you're of a curious mind."
Celen stayed quiet more than amused enough to watch the bunny of death conducting such sound trading skills. He was indeed interesting in so many other things.. but he had to keep one eye out on a freshly freed from a life of terror snow leopard as well.
"Tell us about the pokey thing, just to ease my curiosity at teh minimum."
He began already reaching for is coin pouch. He wasnt entirely sure what the device was going to do for them, but if it let them get down further it would be worth it.
"Well, thank you kindly for humouring me, sir." Sanvil looks over at Celen. "Handling live wires is risky work--one wrong move can result in a lot of pain."
He reaches behind him and pulls a pair of what appear to be tweezers from off the shelf. The two ends of the tweezers are covered in some sort of rigid, thick, translucent grey substance. "That's why these little things are coated in a fine material that absorbs electricity. And they fit neatly in your hands--neatly enough to provide fine precision for really delicate work."
"They cost little more than a gold piece. More than a bargain for such a dangerous job, eh?"
"Oh, so we need a grabby thing, not a pokey thing?" Inlé asks as he puts away the beetle horns and withdraws the clamping device they had excavated.
"Well, if your pokey thing has good enough grips, you should be able to use it no problem."
Inlé reaches for the connector with the Gripper and squeezes the handles.
Sanvil's expression turns curt as Inlé picks up the connector with his Gripper.
It lasts for only a moment though. "Well, if you've got all that squared away, would ya perhaps be interested in other technological & magical wonders? I've got scrolls of electricity--perfect for taking on robots, a few doses of serum that augments a person's body..."
"Need anything?" Inlé asks Celen before turning back to Sanvil. "What kind of augmentations?"
Sanvil smirks and reaches behind him, pulling two strange devices off of a shelf behind him. They resemble hand crossbows with jet black grips, but their ammunition isn't bolts--rather, they're syringes loaded up with strange opaque liquids. One is loaded with a red fluid that looks like blood, and the other contains a green liquid.
"The red one'll give you the toughness of a boar, and the green one'll make you quick as a rabbit." The merchant holds them out for display. "They're both packed with fast-acting medical gel that'll heal minor injuries you've taken."
"Be warned--the boost to your body's capabilities only lasts for a few minutes, after which you'll feel tired. This is entirely normal--no need to worry about it. Don't inject any more serum into yourself while you're tired, otherwise you may tax your body to the point where you'll collapse from exhaustion."
Inlé nods along. Though quick as rabbit sounds redundant, wait... "... um, do they work on anything or were they just made for humans, cause that might cause issues if we used it on someone who's... not completely human."
At first he had been wondering about himself, but then realized that might apply to all of his friends as well.
"They've been tested on a wide variety of races and peoples, and they're guaranteed to be safe on them all."
"Cool. How much?"
He didnt like the looks nor tone that the shopkeeper gave Inle, but only for a moment. It wouldnt do to get upset.
"Indeed, Interesting delievery system as well. what the range on it? When you say scrolls of electricity what exactly do you mean by it,Is it a spell arc? a bolt? A crawling spell web? Is it arcane in nature or Divine?"
He added to Inle's request about the price.
Sanvil turns to Celen. "Not much range on it, sir. It's a device you have to hold to your arm or other parts of your body to administer." He twirls the syringe-device. "It'll run you about 400 gold pieces without a discount."
"Of course, considering the two of you are Torch's best shot at fixing the town, that price goes down to about 360 gold pieces."
"As for the spell scroll--it's a touch spell that's arcane in nature. A beginner's spell, to be sure, but of great use to any would-be salvage expert. It'll run you about 22 and a half gold pieces for purchase."
Edynn emerges from the brothel's bathing chambers with a bit of a spring in her step, and runs into Sialea as she emerges from a stairwell off the brothel's entrance hall.
Smiling, Edynn looks up as she runs into Sia."Hello Sia, are you ready to head back as well?" the android asks, shaking out her still wet hair.
Seeing Edyn Sia smiled and responded, "Ready? I'm not so sure I'd say that, but we need to go and that's what matters." She glanced at the androids wet hair and asked as they left, "Did you get your hair washed?"
"Hmm, I'll have to think about those items, they sound nice and useful but you know major purchases have to go through the wife."
He said using that as an excuse for his disinterest. It was tempting, but discussion would still be needed with the others for purchases as that magnitude. He glanced down towards Inle'.
"How much might you be willing to drop those numbers further if I were to say... describe the directions to the best places for you to salvage right off? What dangers we avoided already and passed and what you might run into?"
"Yes, along with the rest of me." Edynn replies in a relaxed tone. "A very enjoyable hot bath."
Sanvil's eyebrow arches. "Depends on what you've got to offer. I *might* be convinced to let the serum go for perhaps half price... assuming, of course, that what you've got to offer me is genuine."
Sia smiled and said, "Good, let's head to my place, we need to meet the boys soon." She began to walk towards the home she lived in with her family, "I'll show you my egg while we're there."
"All right, I would like that." Edynn replies, heading to and back toward Sia's home.
Sialea elf the way back to the home she shared with her family and entered with Edynn. She called out for her sister but quickly found a note that she was visiting Papa again "This way Edynn," Sia gestred for the android to follow her and went into what could only be her room. It was cluttered, a bed big enough for just her, counter space with machines in various states of disrepair, and along one side, set where the light would reac it in the mornings, was an area with an incubator on it and a very large egg, about the size of large cat. The egg was largely amethyst in color but had swirls of lighter and darker purples as well as some blues on it. Though it could be a strange effect of the way the swirls were it almost seemed like they moved and shifted of their own accord. "This is it, my egg." She reached out and stroked it gently while sending comforting thoughts to the creature inside of it.
The egg sits in the incubator, unmoving.
Love.
Edynn looks at the gem-like egg with fascination. She had never once encountered anything like it. "It is beautiful, do you feel anything when you touch it? Is there a being inside?"
Sialea nodded and said, "You can touch it if you're careful. It's fairly durable, and I can feel the being inside it. It has a developing mind but I'm not sure of the gender yet." She smiled as she gently stroked the surface of the egg, "It's thoughts aren't well formed yet but it does have emotion. I feel love coming from it very strongly when our minds touch."
"It is truly beautiful." Edynn says gently touching the egg with her fingertips
Sialea beamed at Edynn's words, "I'm glad you think so." She continued to stroke the egg and send her thoughts to it. "I wonder where the boys are?"
"I am unsure. Perhaps Celen is at home with his family, or they could be purchasing equipment." Edynn surmises as she enjoys the sensation from contact with the crystalline egg.
The deal down the aasimar frowned. They hadnt exactly made plans for when and how to meet up again, best to perhaps see what to do about Whitefang. He was sure his wife would be thrilled about the snow leopard. Or not. She was hard to read sometimes.
"What do you think Inle? should we see if the girls are still at that uh.. house of ill repute or do you think they have went elsewhere?"
He asked trying to figure out the best place to store those injectors.