Into the Black Market (Lyra)
Posted: Tue May 31, 2022 2:58 am
Into the Black Market
The remarkably pungent smell of fish masked with perfume hung in the room, as sunlight filtered through the windows to paint the wooden floors of Lilliman's shop. Having stopped by the other day before his visit into the Grungeworks, where he'd med Lyra, Rickter had actually paid a visit here to discuss clothing with the woman who ran the store. Zafri was an eccentric woman who loved her craft it had seemed, as the wolf's first impression of her was a highly energetic young lady who was eager to ply her trade.
Having asked if she could do him a service with a bit of a custom order, Rickter had checked in on that today since it had been a couple of days. Sure enough the lady had delivered, and even so much as had him try it on to ensure her measurements from before were exact. Thus he stood in front of the dressing mirror after a change of his attire, the slacks and suspenders complimented by the velveteen shirt with the sleeves kept short. What he really enjoyed about her work was the dark trenchcoat she had dyed for him, which is probably where the pungent smell in the air came from to begin with. Needless to say, he was actually quite satisfied with the order, and about ready to proceed with the payment before the lady got excited over something.
"Holy shit, it's almost like I'm literally standing here." That familiar voice resonated in his head while Rickter stood waiting, the patience in his eyebrows now lined with a furrow in turn.
How long are you going to hang around? One blink and then the wolf could somehow see the man, in a similar attire no less, staring him down with an amused grin.
"Well, you're the one that made the call kid. Remember?" He chuckled with his arms crossed and a heavy lean into the dresser next to the mirror, even though Rickter knew the man was essentially just a figment of the imagination. His to be exact, since nobody else could see the man. That was the extent of his knowledge though, given the fact he'd hardly experimented with the Echo in the waking world.
Yeah, yeah, I remember. Something about a bell you can't unring or some bullshit, and he wasn't even trying to open any 'doorways' for anyone else. Just Lyra at that time. Regardless it had produced interesting results, to say the least, and he expected to meet with her once he'd finished his business here. "Sorry!" The wolf quickly cleared his own throat when his attention returned to Zafri, his gaze humble and attentive as he noticed a particular hat in her hands. "Had to find just the right match!" It was tophat with a trim that matched its raven colors, the accessory handed out for him to try on as he seemed to reluctantly accept it with a thought.
"Oh, like that's not going to attract much attention." Callen remarked as the wolf faced the mirror once he donned the tophat, a bit of consideration found in his expression as he rewarded the lady with a slight grin.
"Interesting choices... Thank you, my dear." He added as he moved from the stand, a pouch already in hand as he'd fished it from his pocket almost habitually.
"Oh, thank you! T'was a pleasure, Mr. ...?"
"Umber..." He looked to Callen once more in search of the last name, just as the girl accepted her due for the labor and clothes. "Umber McCenry."
Not much longer after that he was soon out the door, the late sun lazily looming over the horizon as he walked down Willowby Street. Remarkably he felt like a new man, at least, pretending to be someone new what with the new clothes he had to wear. "So we're using my name too?"
It was just a spur of the moment. Besides, you've been dead for... what, thirty-five years now? That's almost as long as Rickter has managed to live... to say the least.
"Ouch! Okay, tough guy, if you wanna play it that way. So what if I am? Can't a guy just enjoy the sights? Not like I've got a second chance to live it again." That was actually something that Rickter never thought about before, the fact that Callen used to live here in Zaichaer before the Echo passed onto Rickter. It had it's merits initially but the wolf had to wonder, what exactly was life like here during Callen's lifetime? How much of it had really changed within the last three decades?
...Is it... anything like you remember?
"Honestly stuff comes and goes. The most prominent memory is the night I took the dip in the river." Meaning the night he was killed no doubt, and to that Rickter could only emit a small groan. "So where we headed?"
Sun's going down, so any minute now, Lyra ought to be ready to meet once more. The wolf mused as he walked further down the street, patience in each step as he simply observed the locals that passed by. Zaichaeri officials marched on past as he kept his head at a tilt, before elevating it once more to stare ahead once they passed.
(Glade 44) First Bloom 18th, 122nd Year, A.o.S.
Having asked if she could do him a service with a bit of a custom order, Rickter had checked in on that today since it had been a couple of days. Sure enough the lady had delivered, and even so much as had him try it on to ensure her measurements from before were exact. Thus he stood in front of the dressing mirror after a change of his attire, the slacks and suspenders complimented by the velveteen shirt with the sleeves kept short. What he really enjoyed about her work was the dark trenchcoat she had dyed for him, which is probably where the pungent smell in the air came from to begin with. Needless to say, he was actually quite satisfied with the order, and about ready to proceed with the payment before the lady got excited over something.
"Holy shit, it's almost like I'm literally standing here." That familiar voice resonated in his head while Rickter stood waiting, the patience in his eyebrows now lined with a furrow in turn.
How long are you going to hang around? One blink and then the wolf could somehow see the man, in a similar attire no less, staring him down with an amused grin.
"Well, you're the one that made the call kid. Remember?" He chuckled with his arms crossed and a heavy lean into the dresser next to the mirror, even though Rickter knew the man was essentially just a figment of the imagination. His to be exact, since nobody else could see the man. That was the extent of his knowledge though, given the fact he'd hardly experimented with the Echo in the waking world.
Yeah, yeah, I remember. Something about a bell you can't unring or some bullshit, and he wasn't even trying to open any 'doorways' for anyone else. Just Lyra at that time. Regardless it had produced interesting results, to say the least, and he expected to meet with her once he'd finished his business here. "Sorry!" The wolf quickly cleared his own throat when his attention returned to Zafri, his gaze humble and attentive as he noticed a particular hat in her hands. "Had to find just the right match!" It was tophat with a trim that matched its raven colors, the accessory handed out for him to try on as he seemed to reluctantly accept it with a thought.
"Oh, like that's not going to attract much attention." Callen remarked as the wolf faced the mirror once he donned the tophat, a bit of consideration found in his expression as he rewarded the lady with a slight grin.
"Interesting choices... Thank you, my dear." He added as he moved from the stand, a pouch already in hand as he'd fished it from his pocket almost habitually.
"Oh, thank you! T'was a pleasure, Mr. ...?"
"Umber..." He looked to Callen once more in search of the last name, just as the girl accepted her due for the labor and clothes. "Umber McCenry."
Not much longer after that he was soon out the door, the late sun lazily looming over the horizon as he walked down Willowby Street. Remarkably he felt like a new man, at least, pretending to be someone new what with the new clothes he had to wear. "So we're using my name too?"
It was just a spur of the moment. Besides, you've been dead for... what, thirty-five years now? That's almost as long as Rickter has managed to live... to say the least.
"Ouch! Okay, tough guy, if you wanna play it that way. So what if I am? Can't a guy just enjoy the sights? Not like I've got a second chance to live it again." That was actually something that Rickter never thought about before, the fact that Callen used to live here in Zaichaer before the Echo passed onto Rickter. It had it's merits initially but the wolf had to wonder, what exactly was life like here during Callen's lifetime? How much of it had really changed within the last three decades?
...Is it... anything like you remember?
"Honestly stuff comes and goes. The most prominent memory is the night I took the dip in the river." Meaning the night he was killed no doubt, and to that Rickter could only emit a small groan. "So where we headed?"
Sun's going down, so any minute now, Lyra ought to be ready to meet once more. The wolf mused as he walked further down the street, patience in each step as he simply observed the locals that passed by. Zaichaeri officials marched on past as he kept his head at a tilt, before elevating it once more to stare ahead once they passed.
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Speech" Thought "Callen"
"Speech" Thought "Callen"
Figured the xp would suffice since we didn't get anywhere beyond a couple posts.