No worries, Sgmendez. I don't plan on going anywhere, so just let me know when and if you do have some time. Thanks for the opportunity thus far!
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Tenpenny gives his simian companion a nod. Best to be on our way; it doesn't serve to keep an emissary waiting unless you're the one he's waiting to see.. The sudden flash of memory from his old life and a lesson from his love's noble father would have brought tears to a human's eyes. Tenpenny was incapable of generation tears, but his face grows distant in his reverie.
Tenpenny bows to the captain and offers a single not to the affirmative, then sets to loading his goods on the buggy, keeping his arms and armor close at hand. He bows, though not quite as deeply, to the clockworker, as well. I thank you for coming. I should have no need of any winding for two days, but if you have a kit for cleaning and greasing, my functionality could increase if my gears are given some attention. He turns back to the captain, before entering the buggy. Sir, when we arrive in Lanh, how can we find the convoy? Or, perhaps, they should find us. He shrugs as if the question would be answered in its own time, and that it wasn't a large concern for him.
Tenpenny nods swiftly and offers a deep bow. I thank you sir, especially for considering my particular needs. I will take my leave now, seek out what additional gear I will need, and will be prepared to depart.. He turns to leave, then spins on his heels to add a final thought. I will not be late again.. The repurposed toy then takes his leave to prepare for the journey.
Tenpenny nods once at the information, then stands and offers Saku a formal bow in response. He then turns to the captain. My thanks for the information, Sir. I wonder; will be be traveling with a caravan or escort of some sort, or are we, ourselves, the escort? I know not what pomp and ceremony one should show an emissary, I fear. He searches his memories for anything he'd heard about the city of Lanh.
Pardon my boldness, Sir, but there is one thing I will need. My nature requires particular attention from a clockworker or mechanic every few days. I can satisfy this with my contacts locally, but will find some difficulty if I am not attended to every five days by one who is knowledgeable about clockworks, and one who has a special key for my winding. I apologize for the special concession I require, but if I don't have this, my lack of functionality will become a detriment to our mission.
@sgmendez - sorry for that; time's all I've been lacking. I'll try to have it updated today.
The look Tenpenny offered the elf was devoid of any sort of emotion, save perhaps piqued interest in the physical characteristics of this package. He turns to the captain, awaiting his answer, as he searches his own memories for a hint as to the potential problems that they could expect.
Tenpenny blinks, providing the only movement since he had taken his seat. He seemed to ponder the information from the captain, then nods. What sort of friction can we assume there to be? While I'm sure that many of our closest neighbors would have much to fear in such an alliance, but can we pinpoint what sort of resistance we may meet? Perhaps the Kakushi could make a showing? He nods at the last, as if that were exactly the assumption he'd make. I'm in need of some gear, but nothing that I can't get hold of rather quickly.
After the door closes behind the messenger, Tenpenny heaves a great sigh and walks to the window, where he stares out into the midday air. His small body stands at rigid attention, even when he didn't mean for it to - a product of the rigid materials from which he was made. He felt his mechanics inside him, still whirring steadily - he wouldn't need to see the clockmaker for a few more hours, at least. His small form, angular with jutting angles, an oiled and pointed black beard, sprouting horns, and knee joints that seemed to work contrary to known anatomy, stands stock still for an hour, the gears of his mind turning. My dear Eyrine, how I've tried to follow their footsteps. I'm so close now; I can taste the sweetness of your justice. They will pay...and soon...but my new master calls, and I must work to keep the tools of our revenge well honed. Soon, my sweet...soon. After his almost meditative state, Tenpenny's motion seemed an almost supernatural burst, though in fact he wasn't trying to move fast at all. He gathered his necessities for a few days on the job, then makes his way to his clockmaker for some fine-tuning. A slipped joint in Tenpenny's leg causes some delay; he always thought is so strange when such a thing brought about real pain - he was never sure what he should consider himself...alive or merely a creation of gears and bolts. But the pain was real, and he enjoyed it - it was a taste of what a real person would feel. Though late, Tenpenny hopes that his preparedness will serve to deflect the Captain's dissappointment from him - he had need of the Captain and his work for the foreseeable future. The "Toy" walks in on the balls of his feet, his footfalls so soft they seem to steal their own echoes and swallow them whole. His black garb covers him from neck to toes, with only his head revealed. His long musket is slung over his shoulder, and a long chain with fierce weapons on each side hangs from loops on his belt. He says nothing as he approaches the others, but again stands as still as a dead man as he waits for Captain Ilban to either address him or to answer Cassian.
(alias of nayr trebrot) Here's the concept for my character. I'll try and have mechanics finished tomorrow. |