Post by Nagiko Quilliam on May 31, 2019 12:28:16 GMT
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NAGIKO QUILLIAM
NAGIKO QUILLIAM
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[break][break]EXT. LUNAR PLATEAU, NIGHT
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[break] The girl stares at them, all the while folding her outerwear neatly. She is wearing a sleeveless black knit, perfect for maneuvering through the caves.
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[break]The first wanderer nods, quietly coughing beneath their cloak. Girl displays two very small shivs, one for each of her guests.
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PPEARANCE[break][break]EXT. LUNAR PLATEAU, NIGHT
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[break] The girl stares at them, all the while folding her outerwear neatly. She is wearing a sleeveless black knit, perfect for maneuvering through the caves.
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GIRL
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Wait.
[break]The first wanderer nods, quietly coughing beneath their cloak. Girl displays two very small shivs, one for each of her guests.
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WANDERER 2
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This surely isn't all!
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[break][break]Girl, unamused, stares blankly at wanderer the second. She turns to the other one.
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[break]The two wanderers look at one another for a moment but remain silent. GIRL slides them the petite weapons.
[break]She unwraps a piece of jerky and puts it in her mouth, resulting in a slight smile.
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[break]Quickly snatched from the table, both shivs are clutched tightly by each wanderer.
[break]WANDERER 2 looks around for anyone that might notice them, and dashes away.
[break]No reaction from GIRL. She loudly crunches down upon the food in her mouth, expression unchanging. WANDERER 1 watches their companion, upon moving with the shiv in hand, appear to glide away beneath the moonlight.
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[break]She closes her eyes and does not look at the grateful client.
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[break]The remaining guest hastily exits as recommended. Nearly avoiding a collision with the recent departure is a white-haired WARRIOR dressed in ancient-looking armour. He has with him a chipped glaive.
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[break]The WARRIOR laughs lightly.
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[break]The GIRL's furrowed brow almost softens.
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[break]NAGIKO runs her hand across her woven parka.
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[break]The WARRIOR scratches his chin idly.
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ERSONALITY[break][break]Girl, unamused, stares blankly at wanderer the second. She turns to the other one.
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GIRL
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I do have other matters to tend to, despite how I may appear—should I take my leave?
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WANDERER 1
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(panicked) No! No, please stay. My companion is not well-versed with what you're doing for us. You're very kind to have seen us at all.
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WANDERER 2
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(at the behest of their friend) Sorry, miss, very kind, very kind of you indeed.
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GIRL
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It is not as you say. Not in the slightest. Do you have what I asked?
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WANDERER 1
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Yes, yes. Right here. (Grins shakily, presenting a rather soggy-looking wooden box, its lid wrapped shut.) It looks to be in order, yes? This was with it, I believe it locks the top, which is very fidgety, mind.
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GIRL
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(intrigued) This will more than suffice. Forget the rest.
[break]The two wanderers look at one another for a moment but remain silent. GIRL slides them the petite weapons.
[break]She unwraps a piece of jerky and puts it in her mouth, resulting in a slight smile.
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GIRL
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Well?
[break]Quickly snatched from the table, both shivs are clutched tightly by each wanderer.
[break]WANDERER 2 looks around for anyone that might notice them, and dashes away.
[break]No reaction from GIRL. She loudly crunches down upon the food in her mouth, expression unchanging. WANDERER 1 watches their companion, upon moving with the shiv in hand, appear to glide away beneath the moonlight.
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WANDERER 1
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Thank you! Really, you've saved us!
[break]She closes her eyes and does not look at the grateful client.
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GIRL
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Leave me.
[break]The remaining guest hastily exits as recommended. Nearly avoiding a collision with the recent departure is a white-haired WARRIOR dressed in ancient-looking armour. He has with him a chipped glaive.
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WARRIOR
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That one, I like. The weightless-tricking just doesn't seem as useful.
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GIRL
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(bluntly) As if you'd benefit.
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WARRIOR
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What did you want to ask of me?
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GIRL
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Why quotas have risen.
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WARRIOR
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I think your answers have just sprinted away.
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GIRL
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I would like to think you know exactly what I refer to.
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WARRIOR
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Come now, simple demand growth should raise for you no alarms, you being a crafter.
[break]The GIRL's furrowed brow almost softens.
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GIRL
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Well, I, I'll be taking a personal day.
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WARRIOR
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Within your rights, that. By all means, NAGIKO.
[break]NAGIKO runs her hand across her woven parka.
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NAGIKO
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(scowling) If you truly held an opinion on the matter, I would have been arraigned months ago.
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WARRIOR
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Not incorrect. Just continue to mind that which the clan would ask of you, is all I would advise. What you do here is admirable. Hard-pressed you would be to find someone willing to deny the sheer efficacy of the work you do. Not even beginning to speak to your sensory magi-.
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(slowly fading into the ground) Enjoy your evening, KWAI. I shall wallow in mine.
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[break][break]A flanged mace, could benefit from balance-tricking. Less so from weightless-tricking. Ideally, there'd be some force behind it, anyhow. This one is for the clan. The little fledgling knives to her side would be for travelers. Imbuing such items with magick caused her great pain, spread across a duration that only increased the more effective an illusion she wished to instill. KWAI speculated, behind closed doors, that she was really a Collector descendant from Solarisclan, with lineage and allegiance shuffled about the land by previous conflicts. Whole days vanished at her own hands, when the temptation to use her magick, for herself, on herself, grew too strong. The equipment she created seemed to be received positively so the lot of the clan never truly sought to learn more. Lately, these spans of in-house absence have crept into weeks. She likes to sit under the cavern waterfall to gauge just how out she is, at any given moment in time.
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ISTORY[break][break]A flanged mace, could benefit from balance-tricking. Less so from weightless-tricking. Ideally, there'd be some force behind it, anyhow. This one is for the clan. The little fledgling knives to her side would be for travelers. Imbuing such items with magick caused her great pain, spread across a duration that only increased the more effective an illusion she wished to instill. KWAI speculated, behind closed doors, that she was really a Collector descendant from Solarisclan, with lineage and allegiance shuffled about the land by previous conflicts. Whole days vanished at her own hands, when the temptation to use her magick, for herself, on herself, grew too strong. The equipment she created seemed to be received positively so the lot of the clan never truly sought to learn more. Lately, these spans of in-house absence have crept into weeks. She likes to sit under the cavern waterfall to gauge just how out she is, at any given moment in time.
