Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140331220702/@comment-24449631-20140411161715

Plato Mandeville just looked at the odd woman who disappeared in the streets of Leyawiin. She didn’t even say anything about her device or anything. She just darted off.

''What an odd woman she is. ''

Plato thought to himself.

“hmm”

''Seems the danger has dimmed. What was all that about? ''

As he walked outside, he saw a giant airship being flown to the docks just south of the city walls. The fog had ebbed away a bit so he could see it very clearly being hoisted up by the power of a beaumanic Cylinder. The ghostly humming that accompanied the airship’s lift always had a very deep resonance. Most windows in the chapel square had probably been shaking like hell when the airship flew past them. Normally they’re not supposed to land on in a town, so that’s why.

Luckily the Collage wasn’t exactly near the square where the fighting took place, and Plato thanked Julianos for that.

He still had his job adverts under his arm. Which he would deliver to Rosica. A woman he knew fairly well, and actually the closest thing he would have to a friend. Since he’s always so busy with his work he almost never socialises. Not that he isn’t capable, he just prefers not to.

Most of the city had once all been built out of wood, but an odd 100 years or so ago, most of the buildings were replaced with stone ones. Though some of the classical lime stone/wood work houses endured like the fighters guild, college and some other architectural gems. The city looked much more stronger and well build since. Not some backwater near Black marsh or Elsewyr. No Leyawiin had now a proper function in the Empire.

Plato walked east, to Castle Leyawiin. Rosica lived in that area, near the inner waters of the city.

On his way there, Plato was formally greeted by students of the collage. The entire city was practically filled with students really. Most new businesses in the town were also mostly run by Students of the College.

Plato just nodded to show them he had heard them, but he never said anything back. Though he was respected enough to not get dirty looks after he had passed. Which was something he had to fight for, believe me.

Eventually he walked down the steps down to where Rosica lived. It was a pretty big house. With yellow limework, so it wasn’t one of those ‘new’ houses like her neighbours had.

Plato rang her doorbell, a robe hanging outside her door which could be pulled like a water pump. That would cause some bell to ring inside the house. Pretty marvellous thought.

He didn’t have to wait long before the door opened and an Ginger looking, older woman Imperial opened the door.

“hey, Plato! How are you?” She asked with joy. It had been some time since they saw each other.

<p class="MsoNormal">Plato kissed her on the cheeks as a way of greeting.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m fine, thanks.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“oh, come in come in!” She beckoned.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once inside the murky Leyawiin air was replaced with a cool fresh breeze.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh you must be thirsty, no?” Rosica assumed as she ran up to her Kitchen.

<p class="MsoNormal">The house was huge. But she lived in it by herself. Since the new houses these old once had become pretty cheap, so she was able to buy it. Once it had even been owned by an rich Argonian family. She was pretty proud of it. Though don’t expect the houses to be that cheap either. She still had a very well paid job. Namely she was a famous journalist for the Blackhorse Courier. Cyrodiil’s oldest newspaper.

<p class="MsoNormal">She returned with a tray, decorated with biscuits. And also with some tea.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, please. Do get comfortable.” She implored the clumsy professor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“oh euh, thank you.” He thanked her.

<p class="MsoNormal">And sat down into one of her lovely armchairs, which were softer then they looked.

<p class="MsoNormal">After he was seated, she joined him, landing the tray on a coffee table in front of them. As she went to sit in the armchair next to his.

<p class="MsoNormal">She then poured him a cup with some difficulty and gave him a cup resting on a tea saucer, with a little biscuit laid next to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Plato took in the lovely smelling fumes. Leyawiin’s surrounding forests had the best herbs for making tea in all of Cyrodiil.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So… To what do I owe this visit?” She asked. As she crunched on a biscuit.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Hmm" Plato had to finish his sip before he could talk.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I need you to do something for me."

<p class="MsoNormal">“oh? What might that be?” She asked curiously.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Well, my dream is coming out."

<p class="MsoNormal">Rosica’s eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No way?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">"Uh huh."

<p class="MsoNormal">“Akavir!”

<p class="MsoNormal">"Yep."

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wauw, I’m so happy for you.” She now partook in his joy.

<p class="MsoNormal">She immediately wanted to ask all sorts of questions. She was a journalist after all.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How, And when?...”

<p class="MsoNormal">"Well that actually depends a bit on you."

<p class="MsoNormal">“Me? … Plato you know I can’t… Not after what happened to my…”

<p class="MsoNormal">"Your leg, I know…"

<p class="MsoNormal">"But it’s not that."

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh than what is it?”

<p class="MsoNormal">"I need you to present these job adverts in the Blackhorse Courier. You still know people at the printing press right?"

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, Yeah… I do.”

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">An awkward silence fell over them. But Rosica hated it when that happened, so she was the first to break it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tch.”

<p class="MsoNormal">"What?" Plato asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I really wish I could come with you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah, me too…" Plato agreed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But this damn leg…. Sigh.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She then looked at Plato.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Plato. Promise me you’ll make lots of drawings.”

<p class="MsoNormal">"I will."

<p class="MsoNormal">“I… I just really want to see.”

<p class="MsoNormal">"I know…"

<p class="MsoNormal">She showed a sober smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thank you”

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