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Post by Nott on Aug 19, 2021 20:59:42 GMT -8
"Nott," she offered in return, the inflection affirming it was a name instead of an odd statement. Her eyes combed the offerings, lingering briefly on the laminated sheet that spoke of custom firearms. A finger tapped it thoughtfully, making eye contact with Wayland and nodding appreciatively but leaving it at that.
"Any of your pieces out in the games? Seems " Nott glanced toward the arena though there could be no mistaking what she was talking about, gaze lingering more on the backs of the crowd than anything else.
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Post by Wayland on Aug 24, 2021 14:32:21 GMT -8
She sees the way Nott fingers the display sheet, and when eye contact is made, the Ogre simply dips her chin. As if to say, ‘yes, I can do that, it is an option.’ She notes the interest, but respects the Winter’s decision not to go into it just yet.
“A few,” she answers with a more genial nod. She pushes herself up from her seat and takes a few steps to the edge of the booth, where she can look down from the balcony towards the arena where the games are taking place, as well as several of the other balconies and spectator areas.
“... There,” she says, pointing to where she sees Riley approaching the area where the Test of Heart is to take place. “I can’t take full responsibility for the jacket,” Linden immediately flashes into her mind. Linden wearing it, laughing, drinking, hucking beer bottles. “I just resized it, and styled it a little. But the gauntlet there, that’s one of mine.”
At this rate she might have to start paying Riley advertising fees.
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Nott
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Presence 2 (Animated)
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Post by Nott on Sept 1, 2021 20:32:33 GMT -8
Nott leaned slightly, taking in the jacket Wayland pointed to; without context of what it looked like before she wasn't sure what to think, but it looked well enough from a distance. The gauntlet would need a closer look, all glitter from this distance- still, it showed the smith had clients, and repeat ones at that.
Regrettably, that client was a known Oathbreaker. The full context eluded her, but it wasn't rocket science to know the would-be duelist was someone to watch out for, and not in a good way. If she was being generous, the work could've been done before the Oathbreaking, absolving Wayland of any collusion. But who could fault the Wizened for a healthy curiosity?
"I'll have to ask for a closer look when they're done. Looks like a real patron, though- friend of yours?" Chin tucked into her palm as she looked over the banister, Nott shot Wayland an innocent, inquisitive look.
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Post by Wayland on Sept 2, 2021 13:52:14 GMT -8
Wayland’s not a fool. She knows that acknowledging her relationship to Riley means tying herself to some degree to a known Oathbreaker. But as she watches Nott for a moment, suspicious of her visitor’s motives, she finds nothing but innocent curiosity. And to be honest she hasn’t had a chance to talk out loud about her position in all of this yet, to anybody. Unexpectedly, she finds herself opening up a little.
Leaning forward, Wayland rests her elbow on the bannister and tucks one hip up against it. “Yeah,” she answers, after a moment’s hesitation, “I would say so.” Riley’s her friend, she’s pretty sure. Though less sure about if the moth feels the same. “They’re going through some… tough times, recently,” she says with a tone of acknowledging the elephant in the room. “I don’t really know the details.”
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