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Post by Renathan on Nov 10, 2019 12:40:29 GMT -6
Renathan had perhaps not enough time to even think about much of anything, let alone to actually be up at the questing board by himself in the fresh morning frozen dew. They called it frost, right? It wasn't something he ever saw in his homeland. He wondered how it would make the desert Ssashirk people feel to know that there was this much (frozen) water all over everything. Wasted, kinda, in some way; but it did allow the grass to grow. That should make him think of something, right? Grass and water, and life. However, he leans, breathes out a hot breath that escapes as visible mist beyond his mask. His palm is on the quest board, and it is early, early morning. He searches for something to make him feel like he might could do something about all of this... Stuff. The world really did feel heavy, this time of year. Maybe he could help alleviate that.
[Renathan is using Sever Bond]
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Post by Renathan on Nov 11, 2019 17:02:14 GMT -6
Renathan was perhaps not entirely ready for figuring out which of these he wanted, but he took a quick look anyway. The board had a lot of quests on it, many of them requesting cooks for the holidays, or folks willing to work on harvests or in canning. Renathan understood that, there was never really enough hands around for those that needed to utilize a family to produce food. Farmers, he thought they were called? He understood it, even if he forgot the common word for it. His people didn't really farm, at least not much. However, they didn't have to, their land was vary fertile; though many kept gardens for mostly flowers and berries. He didn't really know enough about canning, and he didn't have enough time to help with anyone's farm or anything. Renathan frowned beneath the mask as he kept going over it, trying to find something that he had time to work out.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 16, 2019 18:11:56 GMT -6
Renathan just didn't have a lot of time to do anything this month. With the holidays coming up, he really needed to be at work making those really specific orders that folks had asked for in time for the holidays. It seemed like everyone needed his leather-working skills all at once or something, and he just really didn't have the time to be doing some of the more involved quests he was seeing up on the board this month. However, he manages to scan just over the bottom of the board (he was quite worried that there would be nothing) when he saw a little scribbled-upon post-note. He reached down and picks it up off of the board, nearly dropping the note behind it in the process. The note was scarcely more than scribbles, and common was not Renathan's first language. He was having a bit of a hard time even making out the COD-scratch.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 16, 2019 18:18:06 GMT -6
It was then that Renathan stopped looking at the little post-note with all that chicken scratch on it, and instead looked over the paper that had been pinned beneath it. Oh, this one was much easier to read, he discovered soon enough. It was in standard common, and that was something that Renathan was far more versed in. He read through it and then glanced up, his breath puffing out into the cold air of the morning. So a kid had a sick pet or something of that nature, but they didn't know what was wrong with it. Something about the creature possibly being bored? What was all that about? If the creature was sick, then Renathan didn't want to bring any of his creatures anywhere near it, to keep them from also catching whatever it was. However, if it wasn't something too bad, something he could just take to the vet or healer or something, then that would be an easy one to do at least.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 16, 2019 18:26:52 GMT -6
Renathan decided that it wouldn't hurt anything to go do this one, or at least see what was wrong with the pup. He wouldn't mind spending a few credits to get the kid's pup looked at, and heck, he really doubted that the pup was actually sick anyway. Who didn't know that one could just go to the healer to get a pet healed up for free, though? Now that was something that Renathan would have to think about. Renathan lifted up a small notepad he had brought, and scribbled down the address before taking the note to make sure that it was noted down that he would be going and checking this one out today. Might as well, he thought, do something nice for someone while I have the chance. It was the least he could do, let alone for a kid. Most kids that lived in the labs had something or another going on and needed extra help, from what he'd noted since moving here.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 16, 2019 18:36:23 GMT -6
Renathan was pretty glad that he didn't have kids, and really did not plan on doing so either. He felt like he wouldn't be a very good parent, but he did manage to have a soft spot for anyone in need, especially those that couldn't protect theirselves. He always felt bad for those kinds of folks, so he tended to try to do small, good things for individuals to better their situations in ways that he could. However, if someone was wholly dependent on him that was related to him, he felt like he might be terrible at it. Who didn't grow up at least a little damaged from their childhood? No parent was perfect, though some were much better than others, that was for sure. He didn't even want to chance it, not a bit. Renathan got everything all settled out, and then made his way home to pick up a few things before he went to go check out the issue.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 16, 2019 18:39:40 GMT -6
Renathan stepped up into his house, and about twenty minutes later he made his way out, carrying his backpack and it was full of pet toys. He figured that just in case the creature was just bored or lonely or something, he could offer the pet toys to the kid and have the kid play with the animal more often. Renathan somehow figured that this wasn't going to be the case though. He was a bit of a pessimist sometimes, it would seem (now more so than usual) and for some reason, he just didn't think that this was something that simple. The kid probably didn't even know how sick the poor animal was. What kid would really be aware of their situations that much enough to be able to deal with a sick creature? Most kids didn't have the forethought to deal with this kind of situation on their own. Where were the kid's parents?
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Post by Renathan on Nov 17, 2019 9:52:56 GMT -6
Also, Renathan had never really heard about anyone trying to send a letter to Light. Renathan knew that Light was a goddess of some kind to the people of the Labs, but he wasn't really sure if he'd heard anything about said goddesss granting wishes. Renathan was going to have to keep his ears open a little better about that, so to speak. He really did need to know the customs of the people he was gonna live around, at the very least. "Welp, it's time to go." He murmured to himself. It felt weird not bringing Auburn, of course, but if this pup-creature was somehow sick in a way that could get to her, he'd feel bad for putting her through this torment. He knew he could easily get it fixed, but the point was that he might not be able to do it at that second, and she may catch it for some small amount of time regardless.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 17, 2019 9:57:26 GMT -6
As for himself, well, most creatures didn't get diseases that passed to humanoids, let alone folks from a totally different continent. Renathan figured that he should be fine at the very least. He had to stop at a place in town to get a small map for himself, so that he even knew where this place was. The Labs City was HUGE, and not in the way that it was spread out over a large amount of land. His own home town was spread out over a large amount of land (out of necessity; his homeland was primarily marshy) but it wasn't 'big' in the sense of amount of people living there. His hometown had been small compared to the Labs City. He still had difficulty navigating to places that he didn't just go to every single day. Renathan pretty well tried to memorize all that he could whenever it came up, however. Like now.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 17, 2019 10:01:40 GMT -6
After procuring the map Renathan of course unfolds it and searches for the correct address on it. Ah, yeah, it was pretty far away, he thought. That was fine, he could 'hoof-it' a lot further than that for fun, so he wasn't really bothered by it. He knew he had more than enough time by a lot to get back to Auburn before the spell would end. It wasn't like he was going to stay the night or anything like that; just figure out what was wrong with this pup-creature and then go home. He didn't really have any other 'days off' this week either, so he needed to get this done if he was gonna do a quest at all really. Renathan took the sidewalk the entire way, his tails kept carefully up off of the ground (no need to sweep the sidewalk with them!) and keeping an eye out for runaway carts or anything like that.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 21, 2019 9:34:40 GMT -6
The labs city had truly been something foreign when he had first migrated here. Even more so than the shifting sands, and the rivers, things that his people didn't really have access to in their marshy homeland, brackish with water. However, the Labs City just amazed him, and confused him both. Some people had a ton of technology, but never anything that was the height of technology that his own people had. It was baffling, seeing the elite have so many gadgets but also them being mostly low-tech. Most had electricity? But not all. The vehicles were all mostly limited to animal power; though every once in a while someone had a technological mount; and that was both few and far between while being more magic than tech! Renathan's people had no access to magic usually, so it amazed him to see how magic's existence and use dampened the growth of technology for the populace here.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 21, 2019 9:38:47 GMT -6
However, it was truly the have nots that really baffled Renathan; those folk were lucky if they even had mounts since they had to work, and for a long time there jobs were exclusive at best. It was difficult to get food in some areas of the labs, and it made Renathan feel bad for all of the near under-the-table dealings he did involving tons of credits when a lot of these people couldn't even figure out where their next meal was coming from. There was no real doing enough to help these people, there were so many. For a place of such wide sloughs between the species, cultures, and the amount of funds that one has; it amazed Renathan that the Labs was still even there. Perhaps it was the divide. Renathan couldn't help but squint, thinking about it. However, it hadn't really hit him until just now, standing across the street from the street he was needing to get to.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 21, 2019 9:42:45 GMT -6
Renathan's own farmhouse and barn were really lovely, situated in a place that he had gotten lucky to secure for himself, being mostly working class (though, he admits, upper middle class due to the lucrative work he does) but he remembered that feeling of being DWARFED standing on the first marble step of the kid's... Well, mansion for lack of a better term. Even jumping the gates had been a little harder on him than would normally be due to their make, and standing on that first step made him feel as if he was going to be devoured. A shame the kid was living by theirself in such a huge place. It must be lonely. However, it was obvious that the kid's parents had it made before they... Uh, disappeared or died or whatever. He hadn't gotten too deep into the kid's business of course, none of his business. But the difference between that and THIS was just horrific.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 21, 2019 9:46:15 GMT -6
Across the street was, at best, a ton of closely crammed together shacks all rowed down both sides of the dirt street, no yard between any of them, scarcely a twig of grass here or there, and a single tree on either side that looked like they had died some time ago and were left to rot. Renathan's breath caught in his throat; the only distance between any two of the houses were a spot left by a mostly ruined or completely torn down shack, like a broken or missing tooth producing a gap in the smile of the street. Renathan shuddered. Down the street, someone's equillion stood flicking it's tail this way and that. It was skin and bones, practically. Renathan turned, and was sick in the nearest trash can on the street. It was starkly delineated; the cobblestone street a straight line against the dirt of their road; and just on the corner was a large warehouse.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 21, 2019 9:51:06 GMT -6
The difference between those that even had anything at all and the people that must live over there... Renathan stood up, used the back of his arm to clean off his muzzle (thankfully he didn't get anything on him) and then he reminded himself. I can't help everyone. I can't. I wish I could, but there will always be more. He frowned. He'd done his best in the past; all of those training under him or employed at his shop were from those that needed it desperately, and he'd been happy to help. However, he couldn't do it for everyone, and he knew it, even if he hated it. The mammalian got himself together, gathering himself up, and then crossed the street at the nearest convenience, which wasn't as difficult as usual since it seemed like most folks didn't really want to come to terms with the fact that this was an actual place here.
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