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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is cold, windy, and raining. So, a pretty nice day in Cliffside. This far from the city center there is not a lot of activity in the muddy streets, but a miserable looking coyote in an oilskin cloak is still standing atop a wagon outside of a garishly striped tent, hawking his wares. |
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| + | "How about you, sir?" he calls to a passing goat with his collar turned up against the rain, "Perhaps you are looking for a change?" The goat, of course, ignores him and carries on his way. The coyote slumps a little and calls over his shoulder. "I told you, Monty," he shouts, "Cliffside was a bad idea!"<br> <br>Rokarion yawned as he walked through the streets of Cliffside towards the rumoured place of the coyote merchant. The plant being eyes his companion before focusing again on the road, to him this weather was normal, if not enjoyable. "Hmmm, remember just get fleshcrafted then back to the room that I rented. I told my family I will be with you in Andrussya, and told Alfred to handle the society in our 'absence'. This will hopefully stop any inquiries for a while." Roka adds as he finally spots the tent in the distance, "There he is." the flower being says before leaning closer and whispering something to Zuri, before standing up and heading towards the merchant. <br> <br>Zuri huffs, looking over at the fleshcrafter's wagon with some amount of apprehension. He'd spent all night thinking of something that would be the perfect disguise, and despite all of his careful planning he was still feeling uneasy about all this. He nods at Rokarion. "Okay.. I'll go in first then, I suppose." He stretches up to peck a kiss at Rokarion, then starts to pad over to the wagon, his tail dragging on the muddy ground behind him. As he nears the wagon he puts on his best, brightest smile. "Hello sir!" He says, addressing the 'yote. "What's this about?" He asks innocently, as if just someone genuinely curious about the whole idea of Fleshcrafting.<br> <br>The coyote jumps in surprise, turning and looking around wildly before finally looking down to where Zuri is standing. "Hello young man!" he says, his shark's smile finding its place again on his face, "You are standing before the one and only Fleshcrafter!" He waves a hand dramatically at the tent behind him. "Just imagine," he says, "You could be anything you want! Anything at all! Are you looking for a change, my little friend?"<br> <br>Rokarion nods at Zuri "If you wish, dear." the plant being answers back before he follows after the salamander. The flower rubs his chin as he eyes the coyote, "Anything? And is that change supposed to be permanent? And what is the cost of such a thing?" he asks curiously. <br> <br>Zuri raises his finger, his mouth starting to form the beginning of his question before Rokarion interjects with the exact details that he wanted to know about as well. He nods quickly. "Yea! Andis it really anything? Like... can I change my spots and my color and my ears?"<br> <br>"Oh yes, Sir," the coyote says, rubbing his hands together, Possibly in a motion of averice, or possibly just to warm them up. "Your imagination is the only limit, Sir!" he says, "But sadly, such a marvel is not cheap to maintain. For a bit of a thrill, I could give you a temporary change for a mere 500 crowns, but anything permanent? I fear that the machine spirit requires a modicum of Lunar dust."<br> <br>Rokarion eyes the coyote then the tent, "I see, and let us assume that we choose this permanent option...what if we wanted to change again where would we find you?" the plant being asks, even if he already knew the answers to his questions an imae needs to be maintained! <br> <br>Zuri wiggles his snout at the vendor. He lets Rokarion ask his question as he reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieves a small metal case. He flips the case open, revealing a collection of precious items of the kind a wealthy gentleman would keep close and safe - a metal tin with a scented sponge inside for dabbing on, replacement pins and cufflinks to fix wardrobe malfunctions, a diamond stud pin to hold a cravat in place, among other such sundry. He slides those objects aside to retrieve a small ampule somewhere in the middle of them, an ampule that shimmers with the residue of lunar dust near the bottom.<br> <br>The coyote shakes his head apologetically. "I am afraid that refunds are impossible," he says, "I barely ask enough to cover the cost of running this marvelous machine. But should you feel you need another change, we are happy to provide. We will be here in Cliffside for a few weeks, but then from here we will be traveling into the northern countries. The marvelous Fleshcrafter is one of a kind, after all. I couldn't deny such a wonder to as wide a range as possible, now could I?" His eyes glitter with barely bridled greed at the sight of Zuri's case. "So what will it be, little friend?" he asks, holding out his hand for the lunar dust.<br> <br>Rokarion shakes his head, "I was not asking for refunds, just the chance to use the machine again." the plant being says before nodding at the coyote's answer, "So, we might find you in Thera'Dor or Sweetwater then." he adds before rubbing his chin, "So, is there any side effects to this machine or is it safe?" <br> <br>Zuri grips the ampule, wiggling his snout in consideration. "Mmmm.. anything I want to be.. anything I want to be.." He grins, his fingers flicking over the container in his hands. "An elephant." He says, sliding the ampule onto the 'yote's hands. "Light grey or silvery. Something exotic and refined, that will catch the eye." He pauses as Rokarion asks his question, then looks at the 'yote as he waits for the answer.<br> <br>"Of course, my friend," the coyote says, making the little container of dust vanish as if by magic, "Anything specific?" He hops down from his perch and leads the way toward the tent, holding the flap open for the pair to enter. | ||
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| + | Inside is dry, if not much warmer than outside. Another smaller canvas tent is set up inside, probably to protect and hide the machine itself. A hefty mole sits at a panel of buttons, dials and other controls. "Are you tired of being the little guy? Want to try for a whole new look? I imagine we could even take care of that little tooth problem of yours," the coyote says, tapping his own lower canines. He then turns his salesman's smile on Rokarion. "No side effects at all!" he says, "I can guarantee that it is perfectly safe."<br> <br>Rokarion nods his head at the coyote as he follows along, "So, I see. Well I guess I will wait and see what happens to my friend before choosing for myself. I can understand where he is coming from, change is the spice of life." the jasmine says maintaining the air of wealthy, bored aristocrats that Zuri seemed tried to convey. <br> <br>Zuri chuckles. "Nah, I quite like being my height. Imagine if all my clothes no longer fit! Hm.." He taps his own tusks. "Actually I was more hoping you could make them bigger. You know, elephant beings are known for their prodigious tusks, after all." No need to mention those silly Firmament hippos. "Alright, let's see what your machine can do. Where do I stand? Do I have to do anything?" He walks towards the machine, ready to follow instructions as they are given. | ||
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It is cold, windy, and raining. So, a pretty nice day in Cliffside. This far from the city center there is not a lot of activity in the muddy streets, but a miserable looking coyote in an oilskin cloak is still standing atop a wagon outside of a garishly striped tent, hawking his wares.
"How about you, sir?" he calls to a passing goat with his collar turned up against the rain, "Perhaps you are looking for a change?" The goat, of course, ignores him and carries on his way. The coyote slumps a little and calls over his shoulder. "I told you, Monty," he shouts, "Cliffside was a bad idea!"
Rokarion yawned as he walked through the streets of Cliffside towards the rumoured place of the coyote merchant. The plant being eyes his companion before focusing again on the road, to him this weather was normal, if not enjoyable. "Hmmm, remember just get fleshcrafted then back to the room that I rented. I told my family I will be with you in Andrussya, and told Alfred to handle the society in our 'absence'. This will hopefully stop any inquiries for a while." Roka adds as he finally spots the tent in the distance, "There he is." the flower being says before leaning closer and whispering something to Zuri, before standing up and heading towards the merchant.
Zuri huffs, looking over at the fleshcrafter's wagon with some amount of apprehension. He'd spent all night thinking of something that would be the perfect disguise, and despite all of his careful planning he was still feeling uneasy about all this. He nods at Rokarion. "Okay.. I'll go in first then, I suppose." He stretches up to peck a kiss at Rokarion, then starts to pad over to the wagon, his tail dragging on the muddy ground behind him. As he nears the wagon he puts on his best, brightest smile. "Hello sir!" He says, addressing the 'yote. "What's this about?" He asks innocently, as if just someone genuinely curious about the whole idea of Fleshcrafting.
The coyote jumps in surprise, turning and looking around wildly before finally looking down to where Zuri is standing. "Hello young man!" he says, his shark's smile finding its place again on his face, "You are standing before the one and only Fleshcrafter!" He waves a hand dramatically at the tent behind him. "Just imagine," he says, "You could be anything you want! Anything at all! Are you looking for a change, my little friend?"
Rokarion nods at Zuri "If you wish, dear." the plant being answers back before he follows after the salamander. The flower rubs his chin as he eyes the coyote, "Anything? And is that change supposed to be permanent? And what is the cost of such a thing?" he asks curiously.
Zuri raises his finger, his mouth starting to form the beginning of his question before Rokarion interjects with the exact details that he wanted to know about as well. He nods quickly. "Yea! Andis it really anything? Like... can I change my spots and my color and my ears?"
"Oh yes, Sir," the coyote says, rubbing his hands together, Possibly in a motion of averice, or possibly just to warm them up. "Your imagination is the only limit, Sir!" he says, "But sadly, such a marvel is not cheap to maintain. For a bit of a thrill, I could give you a temporary change for a mere 500 crowns, but anything permanent? I fear that the machine spirit requires a modicum of Lunar dust."
Rokarion eyes the coyote then the tent, "I see, and let us assume that we choose this permanent option...what if we wanted to change again where would we find you?" the plant being asks, even if he already knew the answers to his questions an imae needs to be maintained!
Zuri wiggles his snout at the vendor. He lets Rokarion ask his question as he reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieves a small metal case. He flips the case open, revealing a collection of precious items of the kind a wealthy gentleman would keep close and safe - a metal tin with a scented sponge inside for dabbing on, replacement pins and cufflinks to fix wardrobe malfunctions, a diamond stud pin to hold a cravat in place, among other such sundry. He slides those objects aside to retrieve a small ampule somewhere in the middle of them, an ampule that shimmers with the residue of lunar dust near the bottom.
The coyote shakes his head apologetically. "I am afraid that refunds are impossible," he says, "I barely ask enough to cover the cost of running this marvelous machine. But should you feel you need another change, we are happy to provide. We will be here in Cliffside for a few weeks, but then from here we will be traveling into the northern countries. The marvelous Fleshcrafter is one of a kind, after all. I couldn't deny such a wonder to as wide a range as possible, now could I?" His eyes glitter with barely bridled greed at the sight of Zuri's case. "So what will it be, little friend?" he asks, holding out his hand for the lunar dust.
Rokarion shakes his head, "I was not asking for refunds, just the chance to use the machine again." the plant being says before nodding at the coyote's answer, "So, we might find you in Thera'Dor or Sweetwater then." he adds before rubbing his chin, "So, is there any side effects to this machine or is it safe?"
Zuri grips the ampule, wiggling his snout in consideration. "Mmmm.. anything I want to be.. anything I want to be.." He grins, his fingers flicking over the container in his hands. "An elephant." He says, sliding the ampule onto the 'yote's hands. "Light grey or silvery. Something exotic and refined, that will catch the eye." He pauses as Rokarion asks his question, then looks at the 'yote as he waits for the answer.
"Of course, my friend," the coyote says, making the little container of dust vanish as if by magic, "Anything specific?" He hops down from his perch and leads the way toward the tent, holding the flap open for the pair to enter.
Inside is dry, if not much warmer than outside. Another smaller canvas tent is set up inside, probably to protect and hide the machine itself. A hefty mole sits at a panel of buttons, dials and other controls. "Are you tired of being the little guy? Want to try for a whole new look? I imagine we could even take care of that little tooth problem of yours," the coyote says, tapping his own lower canines. He then turns his salesman's smile on Rokarion. "No side effects at all!" he says, "I can guarantee that it is perfectly safe."
Rokarion nods his head at the coyote as he follows along, "So, I see. Well I guess I will wait and see what happens to my friend before choosing for myself. I can understand where he is coming from, change is the spice of life." the jasmine says maintaining the air of wealthy, bored aristocrats that Zuri seemed tried to convey.
Zuri chuckles. "Nah, I quite like being my height. Imagine if all my clothes no longer fit! Hm.." He taps his own tusks. "Actually I was more hoping you could make them bigger. You know, elephant beings are known for their prodigious tusks, after all." No need to mention those silly Firmament hippos. "Alright, let's see what your machine can do. Where do I stand? Do I have to do anything?" He walks towards the machine, ready to follow instructions as they are given.
