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Post by Linx Exotic on Jun 12, 2008 7:12:29 GMT -5
Linx nodded slowly as he took in the aroma. Unlike some beasts he knew, his olfaction was rather finely tuned. "Well, that's a... Yeah, definitely worth six coins for a bottle that size, uh... Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually wear this stuff but if you wanted I'd make a purchase." He found himself wondering why Burrbrow referred to him by his first name, as it was his last name, Exotic, that appeared all over the fort on flyers, shop windows and both standard and nonstandard military weapons. He also found himself wondering why he'd actually buy a bottle of perfume, because he was a lot more masculine than much of the fort public made him out to be, despite his rather unusual interests.
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Post by Hyacinth on Jun 12, 2008 7:25:31 GMT -5
((OOC: -sigh- you just pick holes in EVERYTHING, don't you )) Jasmine looked up in dismay. Not only was the perfume essentially useless to her, but far out of her price range anyway. Six coins...[/] she found herself wondering. As most of the beasts she helped to heal could only pay in goods, she never had much money. The little she did have she spent on lodgings, food, and of course, her research. Furthermore, she'd just realised that the mouse she'd been chatting to this whole time was none other than Linx Exotic. Inwardly she groaned; she must have come across as a complete cretin.
"Mr Exotic..." She placed a paw on his arm to gain his attention. "There's no possible way I could ever afford this, and it turns out there's nothing in it that I can use anyway. I'm sorry about my behaviour before, it's just...anyway, it's all yours sir." She smiled weakly, inwardly beating herself with a plank of wood, and turned to leave the store.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jun 12, 2008 7:32:36 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, I do, actually.
BIC: Linx promptly reached into his pocket, gave nine coins to Burrbrow and closed them in the hedgehog's palm, well aware of how much he was paying and giving a cheerful wink while plucking up the cork to fit it back into the bottle before lifting it carefully by the base. He walked over to Jasmine, who appeared to be walking away from the shop, and realized halfway out of the stall that he didn't actually need nor want what he'd just paid far too much for.
He gave Jasmine a light tap on the shoulder to stop her, then held out the bottle without a hint of hesitation. "What, you think I need this? I doubt you do, either, but it's a nice... Valuable thing, and I have a few hundred of those in my house so you just hold onto that and maybe one day you'll be like me," the mouse finished with a grin. That would entail inventing several new military technologies from scratch, revolutionizing internal logistics at the fort, selling weapons to herself and acquiring over five simultaneous, mutually respecting love interests.
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Post by Hyacinth on Jun 12, 2008 7:42:44 GMT -5
Jasmine grimaced at Linx's patronising tone, knowing full well that in her line of work unless she found a cure to old-age, she'd never be as wealthy as him. However, she also appreciated his kind gesture, whatever the tone it was done in.
"Thank you sir," she said graciously, giving a brief curtsy in illustration. She held out her paw and accepted the bottle. Tucking it carefully into a small pouch at her hip, she held out her golden paw again.
"My name is Jasmine Fairfur, and I am in your debt Mr Exotic."
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jun 12, 2008 7:47:22 GMT -5
Linx met it with his own. He didn't mean to be patronizing at any point, but it was hard not to be when you could theoretically do anything you wanted without repercussion. "Don't... Worry about that, Jasmine," he sighed resignedly. "I don't know a single beast in this fort who isn't..." This was a reference to how his inventions had so successfully warded off attack and maintained relative peace. Nobody ever really understood how much that mattered.
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Post by Hyacinth on Jun 12, 2008 7:56:51 GMT -5
Jasmine nodded, believing that. Linx was by far the most powerful beast in Otter's Fort. This was easy to tell, now she'd realised it was him, from his stance and general demeanor. However, he was different to what she'd expected, although what exactly that was she couldn't quite say. She thought about his kind gesture just before with the bottle of perfume, and then was suddenly awash with a wave of sadness when she realised that although she'd gotten the bottle after all, it wasn't...what she'd hoped for. She dropped her head, unsure what to do now. She didn't want to appear any more rude than she had already, and in all honesty she had nothing more to do that day, but at the same time she didn't wish to bore Linx with her sub-standard company. She may have been pretty and educated, but in a world where money is power, she knew her place.
"Thank you again, sir..." she reiterated.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jun 12, 2008 8:00:31 GMT -5
"OK, stop doing that. Please. My name is Linx, not sir. Last time I checked, I'm off duty, you're not a military officer and I hate being called that anyway. Please, no sir stuff..." Linx found himself trying not to laugh. Everyday beasts seemed to have a tendency to address him as 'sir' and he could never even figure out why. It wasn't mandatory for beasts who were 'better' than others, and he was, in his mind, simply a creative mouse. His wealth wasn't born with him and was always fluctuating, rapidly.
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Post by Hyacinth on Jun 12, 2008 8:04:11 GMT -5
Jasmine laughed, realising how repetitive she must sound.
"I'm sorry...Linx...but you understand, you're the most powerful creature in the Fort. It's both standard policy and politeness for people to call you sir. It's a difficult habit to kick!"
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Post by Linx Exotic on Jun 12, 2008 8:11:11 GMT -5
"Thank you sir. Sir sir sir," Linx imitated sarcastically. It was all in good humor but he had no way of knowing if Jasmine was going to take it that way. If she didn't, of course, she wasn't going to dare show it, which he actually did regret. "I'm the most powerful beast here, yes... But I'm not a sir! How could I be a sir to a civilian when I'm... Everyone thinks I'm not laid back at all..."
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