03-13-2017, 12:28 PM
Murasaki sighed. Everyone seemed to needed his help today, and he can’t provide as many answers as Amber could. As usual, though, the cocky kitty found her way out of communication connections. Stressful all hours of the day. All he did was worry about her safety when coms were down. He knew how capable she was of fighting, but even the greatest hunters have their limits.
His train of thought was interrupted by that damn phone again. If it rang one more time after this, he was probably going to blow his brains out. Office work didn’t suit him, and neither did a ringing phone. Nevertheless, it was his job to answer it.
“What the hell is it now?” That did not mean he had to be nice about it, though. After all, if anyone wanted to complain about it his attitude, it would have to be to him. “I’ve had enough of all these phone calls. Can I not get some fucking peace down here?”
”I’m sorry Murasaki, but this is actually pretty important. You should come up here and talk with this chick.” Bianca’s voice rang through the phone. ”She’s got some things we might want to look into, and Amber made you the last-say-man when she isn’t present.”
“Right, right. Give me a few minutes with a ringing phone and I’ll come up.” He said rubbing his temples to help with his growing headache.
”He says he’ll be right with you ma’am.” The dark-haired adolescent hears as he hangs up the phone. He rests his back against the seats backside and rubs head, sliding out from the desk in front of him.
“I swear if I died today, people would still call me in the afterlife for assistance.” With that last snide comment, the teenager rises from his comfy, black computer chair and opens the thick-steel door. Pressurized steam shoots from some pipes along the walls as it slides open slowly. Once the stupid piece of shit finally creaked open, he stepped through and made his way down the dirt hallway, ill lit by dim lamps strung up on the ceiling. It took two flights of stairs to reach the bar, where Bianca had called him from. There he was met almost instantly by a woman in dirty clothing and hard hat wired with a flashlight on the brim. She shook Murasaki’s hand without giving him a chance to even decide on the matter.
“Good Evening to ya, friend.” Her voice blurted into his ears, wishing he had just shot himself instead. “The name ‘s Saya. We heard about your cozy little home here in the frozen wilderness and got an amazin’ idea!”
Murasaki looked at the somewhat brawny woman confusedly. “You...what? What could we possibly have that you want way out here?” He asked scratching the back of his head.
“Stone!” She said with larger-than-normal smirk. Murasaki’s expression only got harsher, not that Saya cared much about how he was reacting to her bold nature.
“Excuse me? Stone?” He asked.
“Yup! Well, to be puttin’ in better terms, I technically mean work. Y’see, we’re a bunch of miners from Camelot,” She said pointing to a table of hobo-esque men wearing matching gear to Saya. “‘s actually pretty simple. We mine up stone in the nearby caves, providin’ your little town with the stone it needs to expand, and ya’ll let us live here for work and pay. Who know what else we could find in that quarry too! Iron? Silver? Gold? It will all be yours!”
Murasaki was quiet for the passing moments. This was a decent offer. These people were coming for the intent of work, they were ready to earn their bread. Not only that, but they would provide a much needed source that even Amber couldn’t provide as a prime: Tons of stone and metals. “Miss Saya. Your offer is quite generous, and we have the money to hire your services, the problem is simply housing. There isn’t much room for permanent housing yet here in Fort Amber, but we’ll see what accommodations we can make to keep your men out of the cold. Just provide us with the materials, and we’ll have a station made for your quarry group. Do we have a deal?” He held his hand out to seal the deal. Saya complied nearly instantly to his gesture.
“You betch yer britches boy!” She turned to the group of brawny men drinking what seemed like some kind of ale - did they really sell ale? - yelled to them. “Drink up boys! We’ve got work to do tomorrow!” They all cheered and drank a round in celebration. Without another word, the miner had begun to walk back to her table to join in the festivities. The dark-haired teen walked up to the bar and spoke to Bianca. “Don’t call me for anything else, I’m going to go die.”
“Charming.” She joked back and watched him walk off, back to his mole-hole in the deepest reaches of the underground tunnels.
His train of thought was interrupted by that damn phone again. If it rang one more time after this, he was probably going to blow his brains out. Office work didn’t suit him, and neither did a ringing phone. Nevertheless, it was his job to answer it.
“What the hell is it now?” That did not mean he had to be nice about it, though. After all, if anyone wanted to complain about it his attitude, it would have to be to him. “I’ve had enough of all these phone calls. Can I not get some fucking peace down here?”
”I’m sorry Murasaki, but this is actually pretty important. You should come up here and talk with this chick.” Bianca’s voice rang through the phone. ”She’s got some things we might want to look into, and Amber made you the last-say-man when she isn’t present.”
“Right, right. Give me a few minutes with a ringing phone and I’ll come up.” He said rubbing his temples to help with his growing headache.
”He says he’ll be right with you ma’am.” The dark-haired adolescent hears as he hangs up the phone. He rests his back against the seats backside and rubs head, sliding out from the desk in front of him.
“I swear if I died today, people would still call me in the afterlife for assistance.” With that last snide comment, the teenager rises from his comfy, black computer chair and opens the thick-steel door. Pressurized steam shoots from some pipes along the walls as it slides open slowly. Once the stupid piece of shit finally creaked open, he stepped through and made his way down the dirt hallway, ill lit by dim lamps strung up on the ceiling. It took two flights of stairs to reach the bar, where Bianca had called him from. There he was met almost instantly by a woman in dirty clothing and hard hat wired with a flashlight on the brim. She shook Murasaki’s hand without giving him a chance to even decide on the matter.
“Good Evening to ya, friend.” Her voice blurted into his ears, wishing he had just shot himself instead. “The name ‘s Saya. We heard about your cozy little home here in the frozen wilderness and got an amazin’ idea!”
Murasaki looked at the somewhat brawny woman confusedly. “You...what? What could we possibly have that you want way out here?” He asked scratching the back of his head.
“Stone!” She said with larger-than-normal smirk. Murasaki’s expression only got harsher, not that Saya cared much about how he was reacting to her bold nature.
“Excuse me? Stone?” He asked.
“Yup! Well, to be puttin’ in better terms, I technically mean work. Y’see, we’re a bunch of miners from Camelot,” She said pointing to a table of hobo-esque men wearing matching gear to Saya. “‘s actually pretty simple. We mine up stone in the nearby caves, providin’ your little town with the stone it needs to expand, and ya’ll let us live here for work and pay. Who know what else we could find in that quarry too! Iron? Silver? Gold? It will all be yours!”
Murasaki was quiet for the passing moments. This was a decent offer. These people were coming for the intent of work, they were ready to earn their bread. Not only that, but they would provide a much needed source that even Amber couldn’t provide as a prime: Tons of stone and metals. “Miss Saya. Your offer is quite generous, and we have the money to hire your services, the problem is simply housing. There isn’t much room for permanent housing yet here in Fort Amber, but we’ll see what accommodations we can make to keep your men out of the cold. Just provide us with the materials, and we’ll have a station made for your quarry group. Do we have a deal?” He held his hand out to seal the deal. Saya complied nearly instantly to his gesture.
“You betch yer britches boy!” She turned to the group of brawny men drinking what seemed like some kind of ale - did they really sell ale? - yelled to them. “Drink up boys! We’ve got work to do tomorrow!” They all cheered and drank a round in celebration. Without another word, the miner had begun to walk back to her table to join in the festivities. The dark-haired teen walked up to the bar and spoke to Bianca. “Don’t call me for anything else, I’m going to go die.”
“Charming.” She joked back and watched him walk off, back to his mole-hole in the deepest reaches of the underground tunnels.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber