Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Sept 16, 2021 15:53:14 GMT
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IC:
Calling out through a megaphone is a lone taxi driver announcing new tour opportunities in the Lava Lands.
"Hear ye, hear ye! New Lava Land Tours open, and now at 90% off this month only!"
Breathing a weary sigh, the taxi driver puts down her megaphone and leads her Mecha Horse towards an unkept building where an equally unkept elderly man hobbles over to offer an overly cheerful greeting.
"Yar lassie, how'r the tour promotion be going? Hmm?"
Wiping sweat from her brow, the taxi driver dismounts and responds with an air of defeat.
"Not at all going well sir. To be honest, I don't think people want to visit the abandoned Lava Lands during the summer time."
The old man waves this last comment off and leads her inside.
"Nonsense, my girl. The people just need something to spark their imagination, get their adventurous side going. Perhaps if we take advantage of all those legends and whatnot, you know, dress up and such."
Surprised by this, the taxi driver quickly shoots down the idea.
"Or perhaps not. The olden days are not looked upon with much--well--fondness."
Stressing the word fondness for extra effect, the taxi driver places her equipment back on the shelf and looks back at the old man who is now sitting on his weathered leathered chair wholly dejected. Feeling sorry for him, she quickly prepares a fresh cup of orange juice and offers it to him.
"But ey, perhaps we could try the winter months. I here it might be a chilly one this year."
Thanking her warmly, he takes a sip as his mind begins racing.
"Yes, yes, and we could offer a full winter package, as you know, I think the ice sculptures at Waterton are a real eye catcher...that is if the lead sculptors don't catch colds again."
Jumping up from his chair, he begins to dance around, picking up papers and sketching maps. "And the holidays, oh yes, deals galore."
Snapping his fingers, he digs through a pile of books to uncover a table and pulls out from one of the drawers an envelope. Handing it to the taxi driver, he smiles.
"Almost forgot. Yer well deserved pay."
Patting her on the shoulder, he hobbles off to write up more ideas, as the taxi driver skips out the door.
Calling out through a megaphone is a lone taxi driver announcing new tour opportunities in the Lava Lands.
"Hear ye, hear ye! New Lava Land Tours open, and now at 90% off this month only!"
Breathing a weary sigh, the taxi driver puts down her megaphone and leads her Mecha Horse towards an unkept building where an equally unkept elderly man hobbles over to offer an overly cheerful greeting.
"Yar lassie, how'r the tour promotion be going? Hmm?"
Wiping sweat from her brow, the taxi driver dismounts and responds with an air of defeat.
"Not at all going well sir. To be honest, I don't think people want to visit the abandoned Lava Lands during the summer time."
The old man waves this last comment off and leads her inside.
"Nonsense, my girl. The people just need something to spark their imagination, get their adventurous side going. Perhaps if we take advantage of all those legends and whatnot, you know, dress up and such."
Surprised by this, the taxi driver quickly shoots down the idea.
"Or perhaps not. The olden days are not looked upon with much--well--fondness."
Stressing the word fondness for extra effect, the taxi driver places her equipment back on the shelf and looks back at the old man who is now sitting on his weathered leathered chair wholly dejected. Feeling sorry for him, she quickly prepares a fresh cup of orange juice and offers it to him.
"But ey, perhaps we could try the winter months. I here it might be a chilly one this year."
Thanking her warmly, he takes a sip as his mind begins racing.
"Yes, yes, and we could offer a full winter package, as you know, I think the ice sculptures at Waterton are a real eye catcher...that is if the lead sculptors don't catch colds again."
Jumping up from his chair, he begins to dance around, picking up papers and sketching maps. "And the holidays, oh yes, deals galore."
Snapping his fingers, he digs through a pile of books to uncover a table and pulls out from one of the drawers an envelope. Handing it to the taxi driver, he smiles.
"Almost forgot. Yer well deserved pay."
Patting her on the shoulder, he hobbles off to write up more ideas, as the taxi driver skips out the door.
"Happy to be of help."
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The king himself of all people makes an appearance, unescorted, and seemingly trying to purchase one of these Lava Lands tours
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to still be trying to conduct one of these 'Lava Lands' tours... would you?" He asked calmly and directly, his white jacket held slung over his shoulder
Calling out through a megaphone is a lone taxi driver announcing new tour opportunities in the Lava Lands.
"Hear ye, hear ye! New Lava Land Tours open, and now at 90% off this month only!"
Breathing a weary sigh, the taxi driver puts down her megaphone and leads her Mecha Horse towards an unkept building where an equally unkept elderly man hobbles over to offer an overly cheerful greeting.
"Yar lassie, how'r the tour promotion be going? Hmm?"
Wiping sweat from her brow, the taxi driver dismounts and responds with an air of defeat.
"Not at all going well sir. To be honest, I don't think people want to visit the abandoned Lava Lands during the summer time."
The old man waves this last comment off and leads her inside.
"Nonsense, my girl. The people just need something to spark their imagination, get their adventurous side going. Perhaps if we take advantage of all those legends and whatnot, you know, dress up and such."
Surprised by this, the taxi driver quickly shoots down the idea.
"Or perhaps not. The olden days are not looked upon with much--well--fondness."
Stressing the word fondness for extra effect, the taxi driver places her equipment back on the shelf and looks back at the old man who is now sitting on his weathered leathered chair wholly dejected. Feeling sorry for him, she quickly prepares a fresh cup of orange juice and offers it to him.
"But ey, perhaps we could try the winter months. I here it might be a chilly one this year."
Thanking her warmly, he takes a sip as his mind begins racing.
"Yes, yes, and we could offer a full winter package, as you know, I think the ice sculptures at Waterton are a real eye catcher...that is if the lead sculptors don't catch colds again."
Jumping up from his chair, he begins to dance around, picking up papers and sketching maps. "And the holidays, oh yes, deals galore."
Snapping his fingers, he digs through a pile of books to uncover a table and pulls out from one of the drawers an envelope. Handing it to the taxi driver, he smiles.
"Almost forgot. Yer well deserved pay."
Patting her on the shoulder, he hobbles off to write up more ideas, as the taxi driver skips out the door.
"Happy to be of help."
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The king himself of all people makes an appearance, unescorted, and seemingly trying to purchase one of these Lava Lands tours
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to still be trying to conduct one of these 'Lava Lands' tours... would you?" He asked calmly and directly, his white jacket held slung over his shoulder
Looking up from his work, the Old Man removes his glasses before repeating the stranger's words to himself. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you!"
He arises from his chair and whips out his travelling cane, raising it in the air and threatening the King. "You're that youngster from yesterday, aren't you--aren't you! I told you, stop stealing my fliers and stop going through my fridge, you young scallywag!"
The Taxi Driver quietly approaches the Old Man, who immediately throws down his cane while stomping his foot. "This fool here is-"
She points to her head.
The Old Man stutters. "My glasses?"
She points at his head and motions for him to put on his glasses.
"But I-have-he is-" He touches his head a few times.
The Taxi Driver repeats the motion, and finally the Old Man lowers his glasses.
"Ah, well good day to you sir." He extends a friendly handshake to the King while the Taxi Driver breathes a sigh of relief.
The king himself of all people makes an appearance, unescorted, and seemingly trying to purchase one of these Lava Lands tours
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to still be trying to conduct one of these 'Lava Lands' tours... would you?" He asked calmly and directly, his white jacket held slung over his shoulder
Looking up from his work, the Old Man removes his glasses before repeating the stranger's words to himself. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you!"
He arises from his chair and whips out his travelling cane, raising it in the air and threatening the King. "You're that youngster from yesterday, aren't you--aren't you! I told you, stop stealing my fliers and stop going through my fridge, you young scallywag!"
The Taxi Driver quietly approaches the Old Man, who immediately throws down his cane while stomping his foot. "This fool here is-"
She points to her head.
The Old Man stutters. "My glasses?"
She points at his head and motions for him to put on his glasses.
"But I-have-he is-" He touches his head a few times.
The Taxi Driver repeats the motion, and finally the Old Man lowers his glasses.
"Ah, well good day to you sir." He extends a friendly handshake to the King while the Taxi Driver breathes a sigh of relief.
"Uh, good day, c-citizen!" King Kyle says, blinking a few times in confusion
Looking up from his work, the Old Man removes his glasses before repeating the stranger's words to himself. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you!"
He arises from his chair and whips out his travelling cane, raising it in the air and threatening the King. "You're that youngster from yesterday, aren't you--aren't you! I told you, stop stealing my fliers and stop going through my fridge, you young scallywag!"
The Taxi Driver quietly approaches the Old Man, who immediately throws down his cane while stomping his foot. "This fool here is-"
She points to her head.
The Old Man stutters. "My glasses?"
She points at his head and motions for him to put on his glasses.
"But I-have-he is-" He touches his head a few times.
The Taxi Driver repeats the motion, and finally the Old Man lowers his glasses.
"Ah, well good day to you sir." He extends a friendly handshake to the King while the Taxi Driver breathes a sigh of relief.
"Uh, good day, c-citizen!" King Kyle says, blinking a few times in confusion
The Old Man performs a quick bow before wandering off into his study, once again throwing pamphlets onto the floor in an attempt to find one suitable for his new guest. "Yes, yes. Now about your travel package. Eh, the culinary classics of Omelette? The glittering roads of gold in Auremville? Though I question the validity of those claims..." He mutters to himself for a moment before continuing. "How about, erm, visiting, erm."
The Taxi Driver taps the Old Man on the shoulder. "The King would like to look at your travel package for the Lava Lands." The Old Man pulls a pamphlet from his pocket. "Yes, the King-KING!?"
Kneeling as if he were a knight, the Old Man performs an eloquent salute before lowering his head. "Sir Adril Ayko as your service. What an honor for thee to grace mine halls, O King." His knees began to shake and after attempting to rise, he almost toppled over.
Rushing in, the Taxi Driver caught him and raised him to his feet. Handing him his cane and the Lava Lands travel pamphlet, she shuffled to the side and meekly nodded to the King.
"Jolly well good." The Old Man fixed his crooked glasses and motioned for the King to sit at his desk to discuss the package.
"Uh, good day, c-citizen!" King Kyle says, blinking a few times in confusion
The Old Man performs a quick bow before wandering off into his study, once again throwing pamphlets onto the floor in an attempt to find one suitable for his new guest. "Yes, yes. Now about your travel package. Eh, the culinary classics of Omelette? The glittering roads of gold in Auremville? Though I question the validity of those claims..." He mutters to himself for a moment before continuing. "How about, erm, visiting, erm."
The Taxi Driver taps the Old Man on the shoulder. "The King would like to look at your travel package for the Lava Lands." The Old Man pulls a pamphlet from his pocket. "Yes, the King-KING!?"
Kneeling as if he were a knight, the Old Man performs an eloquent salute before lowering his head. "Sir Adril Ayko as your service. What an honor for thee to grace mine halls, O King." His knees began to shake and after attempting to rise, he almost toppled over.
Rushing in, the Taxi Driver caught him and raised him to his feet. Handing him his cane and the Lava Lands travel pamphlet, she shuffled to the side and meekly nodded to the King.
"Jolly well good." The Old Man fixed his crooked glasses and motioned for the King to sit at his desk to discuss the package.
(Quoting me will already send me a notification no need to tag pffff)
The king sat down there, quite confused.
"(Why does a man this senile have the wherewithal to declare the lava Lands safe enough for tours.)" Kyle pondered to himself, before perusing the brochure.
"I have erm. Safety concerns about the region this tour takes place in. I would like to comes less as a tourist and more as an 'escort'. If there are *any* monsters left they will need to be exterminated." He explained.
"...Which one of you had the idea to conduct business in such an infernal place, anyway?"
The Old Man performs a quick bow before wandering off into his study, once again throwing pamphlets onto the floor in an attempt to find one suitable for his new guest. "Yes, yes. Now about your travel package. Eh, the culinary classics of Omelette? The glittering roads of gold in Auremville? Though I question the validity of those claims..." He mutters to himself for a moment before continuing. "How about, erm, visiting, erm."
The Taxi Driver taps the Old Man on the shoulder. "The King would like to look at your travel package for the Lava Lands." The Old Man pulls a pamphlet from his pocket. "Yes, the King-KING!?"
Kneeling as if he were a knight, the Old Man performs an eloquent salute before lowering his head. "Sir Adril Ayko as your service. What an honor for thee to grace mine halls, O King." His knees began to shake and after attempting to rise, he almost toppled over.
Rushing in, the Taxi Driver caught him and raised him to his feet. Handing him his cane and the Lava Lands travel pamphlet, she shuffled to the side and meekly nodded to the King.
"Jolly well good." The Old Man fixed his crooked glasses and motioned for the King to sit at his desk to discuss the package.
(Quoting me will already send me a notification no need to tag pffff)
The king sat down there, quite confused.
"(Why does a man this senile have the wherewithal to declare the lava Lands safe enough for tours.)" Kyle pondered to himself, before perusing the brochure.
"I have erm. Safety concerns about the region this tour takes place in. I would like to comes less as a tourist and more as an 'escort'. If there are *any* monsters left they will need to be exterminated." He explained.
"...Which one of you had the idea to conduct business in such an infernal place, anyway?"
Dumbfounded, the Old Man's lip begins to quiver. Closing up the large volume of travel locations with a snap, he returned it to the bookshelf and glared at Kyle. "Well, I did." Seething in anger, he once again questions to himself the validity of Kyle's identity, still believing he was being tricked by one of the village children.
The Taxi Driver continues to sweep up the mess from his previous outburst, and throws a quick glance at Kyle. "Um, well-uh-the Lava Lands are quite abandoned now. T'woud seem like a fine place to catch a tan during the summertime, eh?" She looks back at the Old Man who remained slouched in his chair—still grumpy.
He gripped his cane with enough force that his knuckles became an unhealthy shade of white. "The battles of old happened decades ago. Even the people of Rockstead have rebuilt themselves a fine city after being totally destroyed. Thus, an exotic location like the Lava Lands should be open to the public!"
The Taxi Driver begins to slink back, hoping to escape the bubbling feud that was moments from bursting.
(Quoting me will already send me a notification no need to tag pffff)
The king sat down there, quite confused.
"(Why does a man this senile have the wherewithal to declare the lava Lands safe enough for tours.)" Kyle pondered to himself, before perusing the brochure.
"I have erm. Safety concerns about the region this tour takes place in. I would like to comes less as a tourist and more as an 'escort'. If there are *any* monsters left they will need to be exterminated." He explained.
"...Which one of you had the idea to conduct business in such an infernal place, anyway?"
Dumbfounded, the Old Man's lip begins to quiver. Closing up the large volume of travel locations with a snap, he returned it to the bookshelf and glared at Kyle. "Well, I did." Seething in anger, he once again questions to himself the validity of Kyle's identity, still believing he was being tricked by one of the village children.
The Taxi Driver continues to sweep up the mess from his previous outburst, and throws a quick glance at Kyle. "Um, well-uh-the Lava Lands are quite abandoned now. T'woud seem like a fine place to catch a tan during the summertime, eh?" She looks back at the Old Man who remained slouched in his chair—still grumpy.
He gripped his cane with enough force that his knuckles became an unhealthy shade of white. "The battles of old happened decades ago. Even the people of Rockstead have rebuilt themselves a fine city after being totally destroyed. Thus, an exotic location like the Lava Lands should be open to the public!"
The Taxi Driver begins to slink back, hoping to escape the bubbling feud that was moments from bursting.
"With all due respect sir, (ironically, none is.)" He mused privately, "The better places to catch a 'tan' often have refreshing water nearby. Not lava. And while I have no doubt that you have thought ahead as to the amenities necessary to make a trip to the Lava Lands and back, I still question the business acumen behind the decision. An exotic locale it might be, but a comforting or relaxing one it is not."
He reclined back in the chair, unamused by the senile and uncareful old man's growing anger
"Nevertheless, it is not my place to judge some things. By all means, go through with this venture if you like... but I very much wish to see the site myself so I can determine it is truly uninhabited."
Dumbfounded, the Old Man's lip begins to quiver. Closing up the large volume of travel locations with a snap, he returned it to the bookshelf and glared at Kyle. "Well, I did." Seething in anger, he once again questions to himself the validity of Kyle's identity, still believing he was being tricked by one of the village children.
The Taxi Driver continues to sweep up the mess from his previous outburst, and throws a quick glance at Kyle. "Um, well-uh-the Lava Lands are quite abandoned now. T'woud seem like a fine place to catch a tan during the summertime, eh?" She looks back at the Old Man who remained slouched in his chair—still grumpy.
He gripped his cane with enough force that his knuckles became an unhealthy shade of white. "The battles of old happened decades ago. Even the people of Rockstead have rebuilt themselves a fine city after being totally destroyed. Thus, an exotic location like the Lava Lands should be open to the public!"
The Taxi Driver begins to slink back, hoping to escape the bubbling feud that was moments from bursting.
"With all due respect sir, (ironically, none is.)" He mused privately, "The better places to catch a 'tan' often have refreshing water nearby. Not lava. And while I have no doubt that you have thought ahead as to the amenities necessary to make a trip to the Lava Lands and back, I still question the business acumen behind the decision. An exotic locale it might be, but a comforting or relaxing one it is not."
He reclined back in the chair, unamused by the senile and uncareful old man's growing anger :p
"Nevertheless, it is not my place to judge some things. By all means, go through with this venture if you like... but I very much wish to see the site myself so I can determine it is truly uninhabited."
The Old Man continued. "Even Richmond, Cuthbert Richmond of all people, was able to establish himself an amusement park within the castle of that Monstrox fellow. I mean, sure it had numerous health code violations, but still!" He trails off, pacing on the floor of his study and twirling around a few times before looking at Kyle in the eye.
"Fine, you'll go. Publicity is publicity anyhow, but don't think I'll be giving up my plans anytime soon. Anyhow-" He straightens his jacket and pushes Kyle out of the building. "We're closed!" He pulls down the security gate and shuts the door.
It was now nighttime. The warm glow of the city lights illuminated the paved streets as buses quietly hovered on by.
Having slipped outside during all the commotion, the Taxi Driver offers her business card and a free ticket to Kyle. Securing her luggage, she mounts her Mecha-Horse and is about to ride off, but pauses to speak with him. "Old Adril's just grumpy from missing his nap. He really is brilliant, but sometimes he's extreme with his imagination. Here's a free ticket for our Christmas Package, and if you would like to speak further just call the number on the card."
Immediately after she said that, Adril poked his head out of the window. "You're going along too, and you won't be receiving any more checks until you do! Tomorrow, in the morning at 7a.m SHARP!" He slinks back in and with a loud crash shuts the window.
"With all due respect sir, (ironically, none is.)" He mused privately, "The better places to catch a 'tan' often have refreshing water nearby. Not lava. And while I have no doubt that you have thought ahead as to the amenities necessary to make a trip to the Lava Lands and back, I still question the business acumen behind the decision. An exotic locale it might be, but a comforting or relaxing one it is not."
He reclined back in the chair, unamused by the senile and uncareful old man's growing anger
"Nevertheless, it is not my place to judge some things. By all means, go through with this venture if you like... but I very much wish to see the site myself so I can determine it is truly uninhabited."
The Old Man continued. "Even Richmond, Cuthbert Richmond of all people, was able to establish himself an amusement park within the castle of that Monstrox fellow. I mean, sure it had numerous health code violations, but still!" He trails off, pacing on the floor of his study and twirling around a few times before looking at Kyle in the eye.
"Fine, you'll go. Publicity is publicity anyhow, but don't think I'll be giving up my plans anytime soon. Anyhow-" He straightens his jacket and pushes Kyle out of the building. "We're closed!" He pulls down the security gate and shuts the door.
It was now nighttime. The warm glow of the city lights illuminated the paved streets as buses quietly hovered on by.
Having slipped outside during all the commotion, the Taxi Driver offers her business card and a free ticket to Kyle. Securing her luggage, she mounts her Mecha-Horse and is about to ride off, but pauses to speak with him. "Old Adril's just grumpy from missing his nap. He really is brilliant, but sometimes he's extreme with his imagination. Here's a free ticket for our Christmas Package, and if you would like to speak further just call the number on the card."
Immediately after she said that, Adril poked his head out of the window. "You're going along too, and you won't be receiving any more checks until you do! Tomorrow, in the morning at 7a.m SHARP!" He slinks back in and with a loud crash shuts the window.
The Taxi Driver stands still, speechless.
"Um... o-okay...."
"...."
"Wait. An AMUSEMENT park inside of Monstrox's castle?!" Kyle shouted, dumbfounded.
The Old Man continued. "Even Richmond, Cuthbert Richmond of all people, was able to establish himself an amusement park within the castle of that Monstrox fellow. I mean, sure it had numerous health code violations, but still!" He trails off, pacing on the floor of his study and twirling around a few times before looking at Kyle in the eye.
"Fine, you'll go. Publicity is publicity anyhow, but don't think I'll be giving up my plans anytime soon. Anyhow-" He straightens his jacket and pushes Kyle out of the building. "We're closed!" He pulls down the security gate and shuts the door.
It was now nighttime. The warm glow of the city lights illuminated the paved streets as buses quietly hovered on by.
Having slipped outside during all the commotion, the Taxi Driver offers her business card and a free ticket to Kyle. Securing her luggage, she mounts her Mecha-Horse and is about to ride off, but pauses to speak with him. "Old Adril's just grumpy from missing his nap. He really is brilliant, but sometimes he's extreme with his imagination. Here's a free ticket for our Christmas Package, and if you would like to speak further just call the number on the card."
Immediately after she said that, Adril poked his head out of the window. "You're going along too, and you won't be receiving any more checks until you do! Tomorrow, in the morning at 7a.m SHARP!" He slinks back in and with a loud crash shuts the window.
The Taxi Driver stands still, speechless.
"Um... o-okay...."
"...."
"Wait. An AMUSEMENT park inside of Monstrox's castle?!" Kyle shouted, dumbfounded.
"HEALTHCODE VIOLATIONS?!"
The Taxi Driver's Mecha horse follows up with a tired neigh before riding off with its owner.
The Taxi Driver's Mecha horse follows up with a tired neigh before riding off with its owner.
...Kyle orders an inspection on this amusement park immediately
The night passes and at 7a.m. sharp, the Taxi Driver awaits for the King to return. Sitting in the driver seat of a highly ornamental carriage parked in front of the shop, she gently pets her Mecha-horse before sitting back and humming a familiar tune.
...Kyle orders an inspection on this amusement park immediately
The night passes and at 7a.m. sharp, the Taxi Driver awaits for the King to return. Sitting in the driver seat of a highly ornamental carriage parked in front of the shop, she gently pets her Mecha-horse before sitting back and humming a familiar tune.
...A strangely lethargic king Kyle with a Knightbucks cup in hand comes up, and sits in the carriage.
"Good morning..." he says quietly, attempting to sip his coffee
