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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 6:18:02 GMT -6
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The courier had been spending a rather pleasant day walking about the City, getting to know more of its streets and networks while enjoying a bit of warmer weather for a change. Key word on the notion 'had'. He had been minding his own business when a sudden call made him stop, turn around and get wrapped up in a situation he really had no plans nor intents to entangle with - a pair of ladies next to some notice board. A pair of rather distressed ladies (and not the damsel kinds. These were ladies who bore giant neon signs for all to see that they were, without a shadow of a doubt, ones you Did Not Mess With. He wasn't about to argue). Initially the courier simply pointed at himself, questioning whether the call was even made accurately (it wasn't, such was the bad luck), before the taller of the two brought him in on the situation at hand.
A secret admirer, some forlornly left sweets and the absolute tragedy of love not only unrequited, but also detested? The courier shrugged, "Sure, it's my day off, anyway." taking up the quest slip, seeming unmoved either way. Walking off, however, the man read the lines on the slip again and could not resist a bemused smirk - well, today's entertainment was rather suddenly guaranteed, it seemed.
Which brought him to take a small tour around town.
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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 6:28:43 GMT -6
Before he can begin to catch said would-be Romeo-gone-rogue, he needed more information. These shops had neither been one he'd visited (yet) and from what he was able to find out from some market chatter, the Lodge sat to one side of the center, the Quester on the other, neither exactly in the heavy traffic district (though one was closer to a pub). He walks the path between them, both to find where they were located, as well as to time the length it takes to do so. A few day drunks at the pub prove no more useful than any random person he might stop on the street, so he rounds back to the Quester's shop, where the gathering of crowds and would-be adventurers may prove a more fruitful field.
Within a few moments of inquiry, it becomes apparent the come-and-go adventurers may prove to be no more useful than the day drunks (as amusing as the parallel was), so the courier returns back to the ladies, to ask a few more clarifying questions.
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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 6:37:19 GMT -6
When did it first start? When Vakrah began. Did they hit both shops at the same time? Unsure, the candies kept showing up randomly and without pattern. Do they know of anyone who could be suspected of this would be admiring? The gazes caused the courier to take a step back, calmly raising his hands to simply go, "I'm just asking! There's weird people around these streets, some take to thinking themselves princes of charm after just one tankard, don't mean it's true." The gazes settle, only just, but enough, to show that, no, there are no suspects. Mostly because if there were, the ladies probably wouldn't be here asking for help and would be elsewhere to ensure said activity found a swift end.
Finally, the courier asks if its okay to look around the shop some, for any hints or clues. The taller woman agrees, though only on condition that he not touch the wares (and that she'll know if he does. Probably doubtful, but he isn't about to question the point. The neon warning signs are brighter now than ever after that previous question).
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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 6:49:49 GMT -6
The courier enters the Questor's shop, interior largely dim from the curtains over the windows. Not that it particularly hinders him, a faint gleam shining through the contacts as dark-adjusted eyes take in the space. He closes the door behind and crosses the arms with a hum. Now, if he was to leave gifts to a would-be admirer.. Well, he would first pick a better subject to admire than one who can beat him to a pulp with relative ease, for one. So the person responsible wasn't likely to be entirely rational. Or perhaps intelligent. The man adjusts his expectations accordingly, changing the question into - if he was so far out of my mind as to risk bodily harm in order to appease a sour person..
He would have to be quick, to the point and above all, absolutely certain they would not be caught. He moves around the room, standing between the tables, beside the wall, near the window and finally next to the counter itself. The man frowns, looking between door and counter. The area is far too clear.. The windows are covered. Anyone sneaking in would be spotted by a half-blind man before they even made it halfway to the counter.
Except if you're expected to reach the counter. If the culprit posed as a client, for example.
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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 7:01:15 GMT -6
It may be strange to call this a 'con' as such, but the method wasn't uncommon - plenty pick-pockets and thieves would gladly utilize any ability to sidle up to their respective marks in the most natural ways possible, before pulling off the move. The shopkeepers had said the candies kept showing up when their backs were turned, so a client deftly directing their attentions elsewhere while planting the sweets is such a traditional move as to seem almost handbook. He moves closer to the counter and around it, inspecting the placement of objects and decorations. There wasn't all too much to hide something in or behind there, the shopkeeper would have noticed as soon as she turned back around.
His gaze switches to the tables, with all the arrays of items for sale. A client inspecting items, however.. would have an easier time to slip candies around between the wares. And if they spent enough time scrutinizing the things, they could easily plant them all over the shop and the keeper would be remiss to know until she has cause to inspect the wares themselves.
The courier walks up to the table with pouches on them. From afar it appears the pouches are filled with all manner of rocks, but sharper eyes would notice something else. The man picks up a few small round objects, quite similar to rocks were they not wrapped in plain paper and smell sickly sweet. And he has no doubt that were he to look through all the tables, he'd find plenty more where these ones came from. And there-in was the lead he had been looking for - now it was just a matter of asking the shop keeper who they remember to have spent the most time inspecting the wares recently. Given the speciality of the items within the shop, surely most clients would come in already knowing what they seek, after all.
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Post by Renathan on Feb 26, 2020 8:14:49 GMT -6
You have rolled a Success! Your QP will be added to the bank, and your prizes will be sent to you shortly. You may continue roleplaying if you wish (take the following info into consideration when continuing roleplaying ;3).
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After all that hard work (including whatever you did afterward) you are given your first glimpse of whoever has been leaving those horrendous notes...
A young boy wearing a sweater and shorts was holding a little box of candies and a card when he was glimpsed sneaking suspiciously close to the building, and then when he was spotted he tried to run away! After running directly into Jolyne, he turns around, looking sheepish. A tongue lashing by Odoshi later, and the boy was trying to defend himself- "I am not trying to uh, trying to be weird or anything!" He finally shouts, the poor thing couldn't be any older than ten. "I just want to open a candy shop! We were thinking about Selling Vakrah stuff too, but I knew that we needed to uh, advertise!" He looked really sheepish. "I thought y'all would be okay with it, but I was too embarrassed to ask!" He hangs his head in shame.
Who knew that the Vakrah Incident was a misunderstanding all along? The tiny entrepreneur was let off lightly by the two prickly shop keepers all things considered, and told that he can ask any time he wished (it was better than frustrating everyone at least).
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Post by Èdan on Feb 26, 2020 15:59:54 GMT -6
It takes a bit to explain the potential situation to the shopkeepers, but that is nothing compared to the speed at which the mammalian ends up cleaning her wares of wayward candy afterwards. The courier sticks around for the rest of the day, sure the commotion would be noticed by some eyes, and the anticipation doesn't go without reward - mere hours later, the two ladies have managed to snag a suspect.
The courier stands behind them with the arms crossed and look impassive, mostly sticking to the sideline as the two ladies proceed to do their own sort of questioning on the poor boy. In truth, he expected the culprit to be a bit more older than a mere child, this whole 'Vakrah' business was sounding more and more like the day of celebration for the forlorn and love-sick youth whose thinking didn't necessarily come from the brain-side of things. Not to say he wasn't exactly relieved the true motive was one of commerce rather than romance (puberty is sure to hit that lad like a cargo wagon). After a while, it seems the kid's blight's enough for even the courier to take a small step into the conversation, "I'm sure he had good intentions, just.. not mature ones yet. Can't expect to get everything right at such a young age, yeah?" He shrugs, "Kid needs some lessons in marketing, mercantile skills, that sort of stuff. You give him some lessons and he'll owe you big time, eh?" There's a playful grin, "And you keep the candy around, it's gonna keep the rest of the hounds off the trail."
The Gazes level on him and the courier quickly corrects himself, wiping the smirk and taking a few steps back, "Respectfully, that is." One hand awkwardly scratches the neck, "Well, looks like all's settled and no harm, no true foul, so.. Good day, ladies, lad. If you need any services again, be sure to ask for Aedryn." There's a bow and a quick step to leave, lest the wrath against candy-laced affections be reignited.
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