Elvario
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Mentions: Ryuuji
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Languages: Common | <Beastial>
“Supply and demand.” She replied to Ryuuji's mention of using scarcity to drive up value. “If we wanted to push our luck, we could even sell parts of recipe's to drive up the value of the final pieces even more. Especially if we make it so folk would assume they can fill in the blanks where they can't and would have to come crawling back to us and pay in full.”
She didn't reply to his 'if it becomes bothersome' remark, as it didn't, but she was far to prideful to ever mention a thing like that. She did reply to the other comment. “I'm merely following along.”
She thought a bit about the comparison to the monastery. “The bath there was useful and nice. The room-lay-out was clearly thought-out as well. Allowing for lots of decent sleeping rooms with little wasted space. You're right, there would be some things to learn from the lay-out of their buildings.”
She was glad to be let off out of the dance-floor, but wasn't sure what to do next. Her head was spinning and she needed to lean against the wall for a bit. “I'm fine.” She replied to Ryuuji, annoyed, but not harmed.
“It's closed, ma'am. It seems locked, but it doesn't look all that strong. Do you want me to try break though?” Melia called out, after reaching the door up the stairs.
“No, don't!” Saoirse called back. “If this is anything like we were told about, that's guaranteed to be a trap of sorts.” She added. “See if there's anything else around or if anything stands out about it, let me know.”
“Yes ma'am!” Melia would reply, deciding not to kick down the door. She'd observe the door, the frame, as well as the surroundings in general, looking for anything that might suggest an option other than breaking through.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Saoirse was coming up with a theory. She didn't like it. Watching Ryuuji put on the shoes, she noticed they forced him to dance. “A specific routine, you say?” That might confirm it. “Perhaps the door opens if you manage to make it through the dance-floor following that routine... Yet...” This was the part she didn't like. “You'd not be able to lead those blasted dolls.”
She sighed. “Gotta be pragmatic sometimes...” She muttered. “This never leaves this room.” She warned Ryuuji, as she approached him and held out her hands. “My best bet is that we're supposed to learn this dance and use it to outdance the dolls, in order to open that door.” She hoped that she was right, otherwise this would be awkward. “Otherwise there would be little use in the ridiculous set-up of this place.”
Once more, she sighed. “So, as a matter of exception, I'll allow you to lead me through the dance-floor.” She stated, allowing him to take the lead as a dance-partner and following along with the movements. Perhaps the seductive sway of his hips was making this a bit less unbearable than she thought it'd be and made her willing to try... Either way! She'd go for the mission, hoping they'd get onto the dance-floor and outdance the dolls in order to get the door to open for this dancing alchemist.
Languages: Common | <Beastial>
“Supply and demand.” She replied to Ryuuji's mention of using scarcity to drive up value. “If we wanted to push our luck, we could even sell parts of recipe's to drive up the value of the final pieces even more. Especially if we make it so folk would assume they can fill in the blanks where they can't and would have to come crawling back to us and pay in full.”
She didn't reply to his 'if it becomes bothersome' remark, as it didn't, but she was far to prideful to ever mention a thing like that. She did reply to the other comment. “I'm merely following along.”
She thought a bit about the comparison to the monastery. “The bath there was useful and nice. The room-lay-out was clearly thought-out as well. Allowing for lots of decent sleeping rooms with little wasted space. You're right, there would be some things to learn from the lay-out of their buildings.”
She was glad to be let off out of the dance-floor, but wasn't sure what to do next. Her head was spinning and she needed to lean against the wall for a bit. “I'm fine.” She replied to Ryuuji, annoyed, but not harmed.
Melia Hayward
“It's closed, ma'am. It seems locked, but it doesn't look all that strong. Do you want me to try break though?” Melia called out, after reaching the door up the stairs.
“No, don't!” Saoirse called back. “If this is anything like we were told about, that's guaranteed to be a trap of sorts.” She added. “See if there's anything else around or if anything stands out about it, let me know.”
“Yes ma'am!” Melia would reply, deciding not to kick down the door. She'd observe the door, the frame, as well as the surroundings in general, looking for anything that might suggest an option other than breaking through.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Saoirse was coming up with a theory. She didn't like it. Watching Ryuuji put on the shoes, she noticed they forced him to dance. “A specific routine, you say?” That might confirm it. “Perhaps the door opens if you manage to make it through the dance-floor following that routine... Yet...” This was the part she didn't like. “You'd not be able to lead those blasted dolls.”
She sighed. “Gotta be pragmatic sometimes...” She muttered. “This never leaves this room.” She warned Ryuuji, as she approached him and held out her hands. “My best bet is that we're supposed to learn this dance and use it to outdance the dolls, in order to open that door.” She hoped that she was right, otherwise this would be awkward. “Otherwise there would be little use in the ridiculous set-up of this place.”
Once more, she sighed. “So, as a matter of exception, I'll allow you to lead me through the dance-floor.” She stated, allowing him to take the lead as a dance-partner and following along with the movements. Perhaps the seductive sway of his hips was making this a bit less unbearable than she thought it'd be and made her willing to try... Either way! She'd go for the mission, hoping they'd get onto the dance-floor and outdance the dolls in order to get the door to open for this dancing alchemist.