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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2012 10:27:41 GMT -8
5 am -- 5 years ago, storm clouds are slowly rolling in. Ubaga enters the Rukongai and begins to trek fourth throughout the land. He walks alongside numerous dirt roads and passes countless street signs before finally arriving at his establishment in the Rukongai's Third. During his trek he had spotted the storm clouds, they were way far out at that time, however by the time he reaches his stand they were a tad closer, coming in from the opposing side of the Seireitei. Ubaga sighs lightly and shakes his head, knowing that with such darkened clouds came a major deduction in customer visits today. "Looks like another early day for me.. shame." Ubaga complained. He loved doing three things in this world, cooking, building and hunting. But with the rain, most of these things proved either difficult or impossible. And today was not a day for rest, no. So instead of preparing food to draw them in, he begins to make adjustments, tweaks, clean-ups and just overall cleansing of his establishment. Grabbing a hammer and some nails he begins reinforce floorboards to withstand the muddy flow of water that'll soon wash down the streets. Afterwards, Ubaga would go up to the roof and secure any loose slacks of wood. It wasn't long before Ubaga was hoping down off of his roof to go grab the sandbags from inside.
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Nov 4, 2012 18:33:10 GMT -8
Sengoku trudged along, pulling a cart behind him. The big wooden wheels clacked and groaned as they rumbled over the cobblestone streets. Within the cart were a number of kegs, each one tied carefully into the cart, and sloshing about. On each one, written in charcoal, were the names of the alcohol inside. He grunted as he struggled over an uneven patch in the road, and pulled off near the stand of one Ubaga Yammakoshi. "Good Morning Mr. Yammakoshi!" He called to the old man. He went to the back of the wagon and untied one of the kegs near the rear. "I've go your usual order, one keg of the spiced Mead, and two of the sake."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 21:06:56 GMT -8
Ubaga was wandering out of his establishment with four heavy bags of sand. Setting two down, he leaves the other two on his shoulders, with a bag to each side. Carefully, leaning as forward as he can, begins to climb the ladder without any hands to grip the sides and remain from falling. Taking each step at a turtle pace, he begins to break a sweat. Not only was the load heavy, but this always proved to be such a difficult task. He absolutely hated it. But luckily, having done it multiple times in the past, he already had a sort of technique down. Which all it required of him was too move real slowly and delicate like.
"Good Morning Mr. Yammakoshi!" an abrupt voice calls out.
It causes for his balance to waver, but not break. He manages to stay steady, and keep going as he calls out in return, "Morning." This was not a good one at all. Ubaga kept a polite tone of voice however and kept to his duties. Creeping sloooowwwllyy up the ladder. Upon reach the top he heaves the two bags off and climbs onto the roof. As he wanders over to the back where the air vents were at, he hears Sengoku call out about the delivery. Ubaga slumps the bags of sand over the vents and heads back down to the ladder, climbing down quickly. He takes the ladder down and heads inside with it, storing it safely in the back before grabbing a parcel of gold for the delivery charge. Ubaga wanders outside to the last bags of sand, closing the door to his establishment, locking it up quickly before propping the bags against the bottom cracks of it. He comes over to Sengoku and gives him a brief glance, smirking and giving a shake of his head. He takes the delivery, lugging it over to the opening in the front of his stand. He slides the barrel in enough until he can close the wooden slacks. He locks the wooden guard up before throwing down the second guard, which was a metal-cage that too was afterwards locked. Ubaga steps back over to Sengoku, parcel of gold in hand and he extends the pay out. He says, "Ah, well. Thank you good sir." Ubaga was then on his way home. [exit]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 19:59:39 GMT -8
can a mod delete this thread please
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 11:30:06 GMT -8
Because both characters have posted, this thread must be exited and cannot be deleted. Therefore, both characters must exit themselves. Also, note that players may not enter new threads before old threads are resolved, and that doing so will incur penalties.
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Post by zoi on Dec 4, 2012 15:35:13 GMT -8
Sengoku made the minimal effort of waving Ubaga off before returning to his daily duties.
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Sengoku exited as per activity rules. [ link] Points have been docked accordingly since more than three days had passed since last post and no absence notice was given. Thread Rewards: Ubaga - 2 RP
Sengoku - 0 RP (single point docked for being exited) Points added, thread locked.
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