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Post by Jules on Aug 26, 2008 16:30:14 GMT -5
It was the last thing on her list, before she could start working on her wand. She'd needed to find five people to cover all the work she did at the hospital but she'd done it. It wasn't like she could balance making the wand, her hospital shifts. Besides, they'd all made it quite clear that her talking too long would be a bad thing.
But going up into the mountains without her ability for instant transportation was going to be incredibly difficult. She had not wanted to ask Jack and company for help because they hadn't seemed like the friendliest bunch after Mary had gotten hurt.
Besides, she didn't want to show them she couldn't handle this on her own. So she'd come here to hire a helping hand.
Not too many Dreams didn't know about Victor Y. Valiant. And he was perfect! Exactly the kind of guide she needed to get her into the mountains so she could find the right kind of rock.
She knocked on the door of the rather splendid home, hoping he'd accept her proposal (she'd borrowed a little from the hospital treasury to help him decide).
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 26, 2008 20:25:43 GMT -5
Victor was in his library, diligently reading a dusty old book on some ancient culture or other, as he nearly always was on his ‘spare time’. The sharp, businesslike knock on the door made him jump a little, but then again, that wasn’t exactly hard. Vic was a pure coward when no one was around to see it.
He placed a bookmark in the mammoth book and hid it under a random artifact before striding off toward the front door. It wasn’t until he placed his face against the front door, to get a look through the peep hole, that he remembered he was still wearing his horn-rimmed glasses.
“Oops,” he muttered, taking them off quickly and stashing them in a houseplant. With a quick check in the mirror to ensure that his hair looked adventure-tousled, he opened the door and stepped into his role at the exact same moment.
“Hello, Miss,” he said, flashing Camilla that 10-cent pulp-hero grin, “how may I help you?”
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Post by Jules on Aug 26, 2008 21:01:20 GMT -5
"I have a business proposition for you." She said. He really did look the part of adventurer, like Indiana Jones but better, and just looking over his shoulder into his house she could see all kinds of interesting memorabilia.
She'd obviously come to the right place. "I need to fetch a special kind of stone from the mountains, but I'm not much of a hiker."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 26, 2008 21:23:00 GMT -5
A…business proposition? Ughhh. He hoped this wasn’t something dangerous and adventurey. When people witnessed him trying to be adventurey, it was always just a big disappointment.
But fetching rocks from the mountains? Tch, piece of cake. Sure, the mountains were scary and had lots of dark magic swirling up in there, but they were just getting rocks. As long as the rocks weren’t guarded by the vengeful souls of the people whose lives they had destroyed or something.
He held the door open with one hand, gesturing for Camilla to step inside with the other, “Please, come in, Miss…?” He waited for her to supply her name, glancing furtively at the houseplant in which he hid his glasses, hoping they were well hidden.
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Post by Jules on Aug 26, 2008 21:46:22 GMT -5
"Camilla." She supplied, but didn't ask for his. She already knew it. She walked inside, a short ways down the main hall, looking around. The place was exactly as one would expect it to look. Full of books, artifacts and taxidermy.
"It probably won't be too risky, and I'll pay you. But if we could do it today, that'd be great. I just can't really do it on my own. It's kind of top priority, though."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 27, 2008 0:43:07 GMT -5
Probably not to risky? Fantastic. With his reputation, he really did have people coming to him all the time, proposing ridiculous, crazy adventures. He usually had to make up an excuse or try and stumble his way through it, holding back his cowardice the entire time.
A slightly offended expression slid across his face as he lead her into the library, “Miss Camilla, pay is not necessary. It is my duty, nay, my privilege to help those who are in need of assistance.” He pulled out a chair for her and pushed it in slightly after she sat. He truly was chivalrous, giant liar or not. From within a cabinet drawer he withdrew a well-worn map of the Eye of the World Mountains and laid it in front of Camilla on the sturdy mahogany table. He then laid a piece of tracing paper over the top and handed her a red pen.
“We can leave now, if that’s good for you?” He asked, sitting opposite from her, “Do you know where in the mountains you need to go, exactly? You can mark all over that top paper, the ink won’t bleed through, don’t worry. Also, I hope you’re not afraid of flying, Miss.”
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Post by Jules on Aug 27, 2008 13:40:38 GMT -5
Camilla wasn't going to argue about not having to pay. Usually she would insist but it was the hospital's money and she already felt bad enough about taking it, let alone spending it on something that had really, nothing to do with Good Hope. She took the pen and looked over the map. "There's a cave right here." She said, circling a outcropping near the edge of the range. "I don't really know of any other location." So hopefully the supply would still be plentiful there. It had been eons since she'd last needed to make herself a wand.
"Now would be wonderful." She smiled, this was going so much better then she'd planned. At this rate she might even be able to finish up early. And then not have this looming pressure to finish this thing.
"...flying? You mean on a plane?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 29, 2008 0:38:12 GMT -5
Victor glanced at the circled portion of the map. Gathering rocks at the base of the mountain range? Shoot, this was going to be a breeze! And by helping some broad for free, of course that would add to the reputation he strived so hard to keep up on. “Yes, in a plane, of course,” he said as he stood and folded up the map, stowing it in the front pocket of his gun-and-talisman laden waistcoat and shrugging on his leather bomber jacket overtop. “Not scared of heights, right?”
From within a near-by wardrobe, he withdrew two pairs of goggles and aviator helmets, “The Swordfish is an open-cockpit plane, so, I suggest you wear these. It’s a bit chilly when you’re up in the air, would you like to borrow a jacket or scarf as well?” Victor hardly waited for an answer, he instead placed a leather jacket and short scarf in her arms, indicating for her to follow him out the back way to the airplane hanger.
“So, Miss Camilla, not that it’s any business of mine, but why are you searching for this particular piece of geology? I hope it’s for personal or business reasons, and you’re not going up into the perilous mountains by force,” And he really did hope that. If she was having to pay blackmail with magical artifacts or something, and he had to get involved, he would be thoroughly displeased.
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Post by Jules on Aug 29, 2008 18:51:11 GMT -5
"No, not really." She watched him move about and slowly put on each piece of clothing he'd given her. The effect was probably not flattering but it didn't matter, she was going to the Eye of the World mountains, not a fashion show. Besides it wasn't like she'd run into anyone she knew.
She left the goggles off for now, however, holding them in her left hand as she stood and shrugged into the jacket. "Nothing like that, not really. I need a new wand." She answered, "I'm a Fairy Godmother. My wand got broken."
During my time as a hostage. My rescue also resulted in a broken back of one of the King's friends and more importantly one really, really scary mummy and so she needed a new wand to fix things before she got scalped.
"This stone is the only kind that can carve a Unicorn horn gently enough."
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 30, 2008 0:37:06 GMT -5
“A Fairy Godmother? I wouldn’t have guessed. I always imagine The Fairy Godmother to be…more…grandmothery,” He offered her a charming smile, halting in front of the biplane. “We don’t have a stepladder or anything, my apologies. Here,” Victor knelt and laced his fingers together to form a sort of step. Luckily for him, she wasn’t wearing heels. Luckily for her, she wasn’t wearing a skirt.
“Put one foot in my hand, swing your other leg over the edge here and step onto the seat. Then you can pull this leg in,” his instructions were pretty expert, like he had done this a million times. He had.
After he helped her in, he climbed in himself, with the ease that came with lots of practice. He had practiced jumping in and out of the plane with great finesse.
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Post by Jules on Aug 30, 2008 0:58:48 GMT -5
Getting in wasn't as hard as it looked. It really was just a matter of doing exactly as he said. Just stepping on his hand and hoisted herself in, if a little gracelessly. It was actually kind of exciting, she'd never been in a plane before.
"A lot of people do. I guess because I don't spit out bippity boppity boo, they don't think I can do much. And I can't, not right now, not without my wand."
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