[F01 | SP] The Tip of Tailoring | <<Earning a Living: Tailor>>

[Morrigan 0]

Earning a Living: Tailor

Morrígan awoke to a mixture of chiming alarm, paired with the squawking from Phantom’s desire to find food. She’d given a harsh sigh, realising that her life would no longer contain the late morning rising she’d become used to over the past while, and would instead be focused on the provision and care of another creature beyond just herself. She’d rolled out of bed, deciding it was best to get the day started – especially as the squawking continued – rather than attempting to ignore the change in her new daily routine.

’I’m up, I’m up. Let’s get you something to eat.’ Rolling to the side of the bed, Morrígan pushed herself into a seated position before reaching into the side table and pulling the bag from within that she’d tucked away the night before. She’d purchased the crackers from a nearby shop before returning to the inn, realising that she needed something to feed her newfound friend. ’I guess I should get myself something to eat as well.’

She placed four of the crackers down upon the desk that Phantom had taken residence upon, before opening her menu and searching for the small collection of baked goods she’d bought alongside the crackers. They weren’t anything of quality – mere basic buns that provided sustenance over enjoyment – but they were enough to get her the energy she knew she’d need to survive the morning.

Morrígan moved through her morning ablutions and routines with a slowness that was born of unfamiliarity and distaste of the early hours. She’d checked the clock in the centre of her display only once, seeing a time that began with a six and deciding she wanted to know nothing further related to the time of day.

’We’re definitely going to have to make some ground rules about the morning start…and possibly about a collection of other things, I think.’ Morrígan shot a glance that wasn’t convincingly annoyed in any way; although a measure of resignation was clear within the glance. She knew that there’d be some required change once someone else had come into her life – although awakening at a time when the sun’s arrival upon the day hadn’t quite occurred hadn’t been apart of her original expectations of such an incident. ’Although…I guess it’ll have to be a situation of reciprocity. Compromise, that’s what they say about relationships, isn’t it? Well, I guess you and I will have to find some compromises.’

Phantom tilted her head at Morrígan, her beak opening ever so slightly at Morrígan’s words. For a moment Morrígan wondered if her words had fallen upon deaf ears, before she saw a measure of recognition and understanding within the eyes of the raven. A shift of the feathers, but no sound escaped the partially opened beak.

’So long as we’re in agreement. We can work on that later, okay?’ Morrígan smiled, holding out a cracker for Phantom as a measure of truce.

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Edited December 29, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

The sky had begun to lighten by the time Morrígan had finished her morning preparations. Phantom had waited patiently, sneaking an extra few crackers when she’d thought Morrígan hadn’t been watching. Not that Morrígan hadn’t considered handing them over regardless. She’d watched in a measure of interest, however, as the raven had successfully untied the bag, pull out the pieces with a delicacy and care that showed the intellectual levels of the new companion.

’So, what shall we do today?’ Morrígan eyed the street before her, seeing numerous shops that she’d been meaning to visit at some point. If nothing else, she’d concluded that the Town of Beginnings held a variety of shopping experiences that she’d never be able to experience anywhere else. Whether that was good or not, she’d still been trying to determine. ’How about we…spend some time exploring the town, and finding what I’ve missed during my earlier explorative events?’

Phantom stared at Morrígan from her shoulder, before giving a shift of her wings that Morrígan had come to understand as a measure of agreement. It’s weird, we’ve only been together the one night, and yet I already feel like I’m starting to understand some of her more subtle movements, gestures and…well, the more obvious thoughts. A connection lies between us, I can’t deny that, even should I want to try. She’d stayed up late into the night speaking with the raven, the conversation swaying between nothings, but a development of understanding had begun to reign between the two of them. Morrígan knew that it was only a surface level connection, thus far, but it was a development that she hadn’t expected to materialise so suddenly. Not that I’ll complain. It’s good that we’re able to understand each other. Even just subtle, simple things can help that relationship…that connection, to grow more. Communication is key, and we’re on the right path, I suspect. There was still more to do, between the two of them, but if they could at least understand something so simple as agreement and disagreement between one another, then other understandings would come in time.

A squawk from Phantom returned Morrígan to the present, and she realised that she’d been standing in the centre of the sidewalk for some time; a few players had even begun to eye her curiously, likely trying to judge what was wrong with her. Passing them a pleasant, entirely lucid smile, she turned towards one of the nearby stores and decided it best to begin her adventures for the day. They had a lot of shopping to do, from the looks of the avenue before her – and what she remembered of the area in general.

’If you see anything that you like the look of, just let me know. I can’t promise we can get it right in this moment, but we’ll mark it for a later date, if I need to collect the funds to purchase it.’ The tightening of a single talon was the only response Morrígan needed; another agreement habit that Phantom had shown to her late into the evening prior. Smiling to herself, Morrígan opened the door and entered the shop, letting the smell of baked goods wash over her as she sighed ever so slightly.

[Morrigan 0]

’Ah, a fine set. Although I must say, I’m not so sure it would fit your complexion.’ The shopkeep had been tailing her ever since she’d entered the area. He was far from what one would expect a clothing store salesman to be; his frame and appearance far more relatable to a lumberjack, or perhaps a blacksmith. Still, the smile upon his face was anything but frightening, and Morrígan found herself only ever so slightly annoyed at his intonations in comparison to how she’d responded to others. It helped his situation, if only slightly, that she knew he was correct in his commentary. Thus far he’d made no mistakes regarding what would suit her, and what would clash immensely with her own palettes and appearance.

’Usually one tries to sell any and all items placed upon their shelves. Yet you seem determined to guide away from your more expensive pieces, as if you believe they’re beyond one such as myself.’ Morrígan’s voice carried a level of cold disdain, although there was very little truth towards the accusation. If nothing else, the guidance had been entirely unrelated to the cost of an item – several he’d pointed out were well beyond what she could afford, and while not his most expensive pieces, they’d certainly been far pricier than some items she’d originally eyed.

’Quite not, if anything I’ve directed you towards the items that you and I both know fit your character and image!’ He smiled at her in a way that showed he was being polite, but not untruthful. A fact that Morrígan knew made him an even more dangerous sales person.

’I do like this piece, although it’s missing…’ Morrígan gently worked a dress from a nearby rack, the piece a shifting colour of purple and black that seemed to sway in a pattern. The shoulder – for it only had one, designed to wrap up and around the left side of the gowned individual – carried a small rose upon it, delicately crafted from a fabric that was clearly different from the main piece. It was, in a word, beautiful – but Morrígan wouldn’t call it perfect. ’…something that would be perfect for myself.’

The man smiled at her, his appearance flattering rather than insulting. Her words didn’t seem to phase him, or upset him by any means – in fact, if Morrígan had to guess, she’d almost say he seemed impressed by her astute mention of how it didn’t quite fit her. ’Yes, I would agree. You do have an eye for things that are almost right for you. You would do well as a tailor, if you could harness that image and conceptual ideology a bit more.’

[Morrigan 0]

His commentary had piqued Morrígan’s attention, and she found herself placing the item back on the rack before turning towards him, her hands folded gently before her as if she were preparing herself for some event. The smile on her face was subtle, a bare tug at the edges of her mouth as she considered her words carefully, knowing that she’d entered a level of bargaining and questioning that went beyond her general shopping routine.

’A tailor? As in someone who creates pieces for dress and sale?’ Phantom shifted slightly on her shoulder, as if responding with interest to the words and ideas. Morrígan made note of the behaviour, although she wasn’t sure what had caused it in the current moment. She filed it away as something to follow up with at a later time, when her attention wasn’t required elsewhere. ’Are you suggesting that I learn the trade, and open my own shop?’

’I suggest nothing of the sort. Although you could likely do…decently, if you were to consider it in earnest. You would need to find someone to teach you, however.’ The idea intrigued Morrígan even more. She’d heard of other players learning crafts and trades, before opening their own stores – half the shops in Aincrad seemed to be owned and run by players now, like the smith who’d crafted her shield. It was well known that player made materials were, more often than not, far higher in quality than anything the NPCs of the world could craft. The issue is finding the teacher…and this one seems to be suggesting that it’s plausible…perhaps he’s one of the teachers? Seemingly reading her mind, she saw him shift slightly, his attitude changing almost in an instant as he leaned against the counter they’d come to rest at.

’I could show you the very basics of becoming a tailor. My stock, however, is of superior quality…not the type of wares you would use to teach someone. Should you wish to learn, you would need to find your own materials.’ A notification appeared before Morrígan; an invitation to a quest. Earning a Living…Tailor. So this is it. Well, creating my own clothing does sound appealing…and if nothing else, I could open a shop and have an income…although I’m sure there’s work involved with that. Unsurprising. Phantom shifted again on her shoulder, this time a pair of taps that Morrígan wasn’t sure the meaning behind. Still, something within her was pushing her forwards, and she found herself agreeing to the quest without further hesitation. ’Excellent! Return once you’ve collected some material that can be used for training purposes, and then we’ll see what you can do!’

[Morrigan 0]

The door to the shop closed behind her as Morrígan re-entered the town’s busy street. She’d gotten what few details she could from the NPC following her acceptance of the quest, confirming that she’d need to once again head out into the wildlands beyond the walls and attempt to find any sort of materials that could be used in the creation of clothing, clothed pieces, or similar items. She had a number of ideas in mind, from the wool of sheep-like animals that she’d spotted during her earlier travels, to the hides of the various boars, wolves and other creatures that could be found outside the town.

A quick wave towards the guards at the gate had been her only interaction since leaving the shop, her feet having carried her through the streets as she considered her plans. The NPC – she’d learnt that his name was Richard during her continued questioning – had stated that she could use any means required to find the materials in question; either gathering them through a measure of foraging, or taking the pelts and hides from slain creatures. Morrígan had considered, if only briefly, the safer route of gathering and foraging before realising that her luck would have her out most of the day.

’No, sometimes the dangerous route is the fastest route. One must consider all plausible outcomes, and determine their direction upon the resulting factors. Ours, is time dependant. To a minimal degree, sure, but I doubt either one of us wants to be out here all day looking for items that can be used in crafting.’ A single grasp of a talon was all Morrígan needed to know Phantom agreed. ’So, a bit of careful hunting is in order. Nothing too dangerous, mind you. It also means I’ll get to test this out.’

The shield on her left arm shifted slightly as she looked down at it. It had been a perfect fit, the workmanship still amazing her to a small degree as she leaned the halberd against her shoulder. The weapon and shield combination had been awkward the first time she’d tried the pair together, but she had to admit she’d slowly been getting used to their partnering.

’Right. I think a collection of wools and hides would be a good place to start…I’m sure Richard has dyes we can use to colour our final products, so let’s not worry about those for now.’ She eyed the area around her, a few moments passing as she wandered through the grasses looking for the sheep-like creatures she’d once found. They weren’t far from the wall, when she finally spotted them. They moved in groups, eyes darting around in a sign of fear and caution as they watched for predators and other dangers. Few of them were disconnected from the main herds, and Morrígan sighed as she realised she’d either need to separate some, or wait for them to naturally disengage on their own. ’Right, so we wait a bit…take the safer route with this, even if there’s some danger involved. There’s no need to place ourselves into obviously overwhelming peril.’

[Morrigan 0]

It took almost an hour before any of the sheep creatures has drifted away from the main pack. Morrígan and Phantom had stalked the outer areas of the fields, trying to find ways to infiltrate the greater herd, and drive it apart. They’d found nothing that could be considered reliable as a measure, however, and had instead found themselves waiting as patiently as they could for their moment to arise. When the first pair had begun to separate, Morrígan had moved quickly, shifting herself to a position that would allow her to rush forward and engage them the moment they were clearly separated from the others in the field.

’Remember the plan, Phantom. I’ll engage them, you focus on keeping an eye on the remainder. I need you to be my eyes on this one, so I know if I need to retreat away if reinforcements come to protect these ones.’ The raven on her shoulder gave a quick squeeze with a single talon in agreement and understanding, before taking flight into the air above Morrígan. Its presence was enough to draw the attention of the pair of sheep creatures before her, and Morrígan pushed herself into motion before they could consider retreating back to safety.

Lunging from the grasses she’d settled into, she moved in between the pair and the herd in the distance, placing herself solely in the path of return that they could have used to make their way towards safety. Halberd and shield shifted, entering a combat stance that was clearly still unfamiliar to Morrígan as she prepared to face the creatures. She knew that this would likely be a messy fight – she’d yet to truly practice her skills with the new equipment, which meant she’d be learning as she went; a fact that didn’t escape her grasp of awareness on how dangerous it would be.

’Alright. Let’s do this.’ She stepped forward and began closing the distance between herself and the pair of creatures, bringing the halberd down ever so slightly in preparation to swing wide at the sheep-like things, hoping to hit both and bring about a quick end to their existence.

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Combat

Morrígan | Lv. 7 | P. 0 | HP [140/140] | EN [21/32] | ACC [2] | DMG [7] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | Thorns [18] | Paralyse | -11 EN
Sheep 1 | HP: 28/84 | DMG: 28 | Paralysed
Sheep 2 | HP: 35/84 | DMG: 28

ID239467 | BD: 9+2 | <<AoE-I vs. Sheep 1>> | Minor Critical Hit: [(7+1)x7] = 56 damage | Paralysed
ID239468 | BD: 7+2 | <<AoE-I vs. Sheep 2>> | Hit: [7x7] = 49 damage | MOB: 5 | Miss.

Edited December 29, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

Morrígan’s halberd rose to greet the sheep creatures, the blade glinting slightly as the sunlight shone across its side. She’d just brought it back to swing forwards when one of the creatures ducked itself, leaping forwards towards her in a desperate attempt to overcome her as her defences were open. A trick that Morrígan could’ve respected, were it not for the attempt on her life that it meant.

In response, she shifted her stance slightly, bringing the shield down and in front of her more than it had been a moment ago – slamming it directly into the face of the creature and shoving it to the ground. Spinning around to clear the form, she shoved the halberd forwards like a spear – catching the second creature on the flank as it tried to rush past; driving it back away from the herd and the safety that they promised.

Alright, I’ve got them under control for the moment. One more strike and I should be able to put them down for good…assuming I can hit them both. I just need to line them up, use the terrain to my advantage. I’ve got this. The tactics were simple, but Morrígan had learnt that most fights in Aincrad were just that. Overcomplicated tactics, attempts to go beyond one’s own skillset, often led to loss and suffering for those who brought it upon themselves. Best to just keep things easy.

Taking a step back, she brought the halberd into a resting position, the tip angled and ready to drop towards the sheep creatures. For the first time, Morrígan took notice of the horns on the pair of them, curled forwards and ending in sharpened points that were clearing designed for piercing – a mimicry of her own halberd’s point, in a way. She shook away the thought, turning her focus back upon their forms, watching for the inevitable movement that would announce their rush towards her – either for conflict, or escape. It didn’t matter. The moment she noticed it, she was moving, her halberd coming down in a wide motion meant to slash the pair of them together.

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Combat

Morrígan | Lv. 7 | P. 0 | HP [140/140] | EN [11/32] | ACC [2] | DMG [7] | EVA [0] | MIT [6] | Thorns [18] | Paralyse | +1 EN | -11 EN
Sheep 1 | HP: 0/84 | DMG: 28
Sheep 2 | HP: 0/84 | DMG: 28

ID239471 | BD: 4+2 | <<AoE-I vs. Sheep 1>> | Hit: [7x7] = 49 damage | Sheep 1 defeated.
ID239473 | BD: 4+2 | <<AoE-I vs. Sheep 2>> | Hit: [7x7] = 49 damage |Sheep 2 defeated.

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Loot
ID239475 | LD: 13 | CD: 11 | Results: 420 (252+168) col, 4 materials, Rare Armor/Shield (1)
ID239476 | LD: 6 | CD: 7 | Results: 504 (252+168+84) col, 2 materials, Rare Trinket (1)

Totals
924 col
6 materials
Rare Armor/Shield (1) | ID239475
Rare Trinket (1) | ID239476

 

Edited December 29, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

She let out a breath as the halberd passed through both creatures, leaving her standing alone in the field. A few seconds passed, the shards raining towards the ground, before Phantom perched upon her shoulder, taking up her usual spot as the chaos of battle and conflict drifted away. A quick check of the dropped materials confirmed that everything Morrígan needed had been dropped by the sheep – a fact that meant she’d chosen the correct path, as far as she was concerned.

’Alright, now we just need to head back and speak with the master tailor, and then we can work towards starting a creation of our own. This isn’t so hard, yet.’ She doubted that it would be easy going forwards. Crafting, like anything else in this world, seemed to be something that only became easy with time and practice. At least, that was what she’d heard from those few who had taken up the art – and many of them seemed to spend the majority of their time focusing on the continued growth and capabilities related to their chosen professions, even going so far as to hunt down specialised items for their work.

’I guess we’ll never know until we try…’ Morrígan whispered the words aloud to herself, but she felt a small clench of agreement upon her shoulder; a sign that Phantom had not only heard her, but seemed to agree with her conclusion regarding the entire situation. Both in agreement, Morrígan gave a soft nod before turning back towards the town. There was no further need to harass the herd, and she wanted to get back before the sun began to shift beyond the midday position that it currently sat in. Careful to skirt around the edges of the herd’s movements, she made her way back towards the tailor’s shop, considering what she would make for her first attempt at creating clothing in this world.

[Morrigan 0]

’These will do.’ Richard smiled softly as he glanced at the various wools and hides that Morrígan had returned from her hunting expedition with. She’d been, admittedly, a small measure of disappointed in his response – a carefree, less than interested glance, followed by a commonality statement that seemed to carry no true desire to actually check them. She’d just barely stopped herself from scoffing in response, knowing that it was an inappropriate reaction to his behaviours.

’I’m interested in beginning my lessons now, if that is acceptable.’ She stood straight, her height barely bringing her beyond the lower edges of the larger man’s chest. Imposing was not a word she’d ever used to describe herself, although some others had dared to say she carried a hint of such aura. Not that she’d ever taken it to heart; the words spoken by those who had clearly been trying to obtain her favour in order to increase their own standing in life. ’Unless there are further expeditions required prior to engaging in the creative art that is tailoring?’

Richard gave a soft laugh, one which carried an actual air of humour and entertainment behind it. Shaking his head, he wiped away a single tear that had rolled from his eye in response to her words, before waving a hand towards the rear of the store. ’No, no need to hunt down anything else. Let’s get to work on this!’

Morrígan gave a half curtsy in response, before collecting her things and moving towards the table at the rear of the shop. She watched, carefully, as Richard obtained his own materials and showed her some basic stamping that could be done, outlining the material and shaping it with hands that were well mastered in their craft. She followed the instructions he spoke, taking mental notes and eyeing the finer actions that went beyond what he said – a combination of directions, and shown movements that gave her insight into the talent that the NPC carried.

’I think I understand the basics, at least. Although I doubt I’ll be able to create anything beyond a rudimentary mimicry of your own masterpieces.’ Richard smiled again, this time waving a hand for her to take over the place at the table. She shifted herself in front of the materials, considering her gathered pieces, and the idea that she had in mind. Glancing over the various tools that Richard had lent her, she decided on her starting point, and began working with a focus and determination that drew her away from the world around her, and into the work.

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ID239513 | CD: 12 | <<Crafting Attempt | Clothing>> | Result: Perfect Clothing | T1 | Loot Die III

Edited December 30, 2024 by Morrigan

[Morrigan 0]

The first cut had torn the hide she’d held in her hand, leaving a gash that was abysmal to the eye, and a clear indication of the amateur nature that she brought and carried to the task. It didn’t, however, deter Morrígan as she placed it to the side and considered how to integrate it into her final crafted piece later on. Slowly, the wool and hide morphed into a form that could be called fitting – at least, if one didn’t look beyond the simplicity of it. She barely looked up from her work – customers came and left, Richard stepping away briefly to engage with them before returning to her side to keep an eye on her development.

Stepping away and releasing a breath that hadn’t been held long, but spoke to Morrígan’s exhaustion following the activity, she eyed the piece upon the table. Coloured black and white, with a shimmer across its leather form that glittered from the protective coating it had been given, the jacket was far from a masterpiece of design or art. It was, however, a pride that Morrígan could bear as she realised what she had accomplished.

Raising her eyes from the piece, she saw Richard grinning at her from across the table, his features showing a measure of happiness at what she had accomplished. Clasping his hands together, he waved towards the item and shared his thoughts, the voice carrying a tone that seemed to undercut it all slightly – formal, but spoken as if repeated time and again. ’An excellent piece! I think you’re more than ready to begin your journey, fully, as a tailor! This is something I would be proud to display in my shop!’

Morrígan smiled at the words, although they felt hollow and dull compared to everything else she’d felt. Still, as the confirmation of the completion of her quest appeared before her, she felt the excitement return to her. A quick glance over the rewards – she’d be able to open her own shop, according to the information – was all she needed to reinvigorate herself. A small curtsy and nod, before she gathered her things while giving thanks to the man who had given lesson and time towards her goal. ’I am appreciative of everything you’ve taught, leant and shown me in this task. I look forward to competing against you in the market, and perhaps…perhaps one day returning as an equal among your talents. Though I assume that day is far distant from now, I shall strive to achieve everything that you have, and more.’

She wasn’t sure if the NPC could understand the meaning behind her words, but Morrígan had spoken them for her own benefit, not his. A promise that she would continue working towards being the best, even if that achievement was well beyond her. She wouldn’t give up, not now, not when she’d just begun her journey. She would continue fighting, continue pushing – and eventually, she’d get her revenge upon the man who had trapped them all here. No matter what, I’ll do what is necessary.

[Morrigan 0]

Richard had bidden her farewell in a brief manner, before returning to the tending of his shop; actions that were little more than random movements dictated by his very existence. For better or for worse, a newcomer arrived just as Morrígan had fully stepped outside, taking the tailor teacher away from the menial tasks that had consumed him, and returning him towards the more natural engagement that came with other beings. Morrígan glanced back only once before moving away from the storefront. She’d accomplished something without even having planning to do so, and she found a measure of pride in that fact.

The squawk from her shoulder pulled her away from her thoughts, Phantom drawing her back into the world around her as Morrígan realised she’d come to a stop before an empty building. She shook her head, wondering what had gotten into her. She didn’t usually daydream, or disassociate with her environment, and she blamed the happenstance upon the lack of sleep she’d gotten that morning. ’Something I’ll have to get used to, now that you’re here. No more sleeping in half the day, I guess. Small sacrifices.’

She handed the raven another cracker, the bird taking it with care before consuming it in a single motion. Morrígan turned her attention back to the empty building, glancing around before shaking her head. She’d decided to head off and look for a location to open a shop, but her first stop was less than interesting to her; an out of the way placement that saw little foot traffic, and even less light and warmth.

’No, this isn’t us at all. It doesn’t feel right…what do you think, Phantom?’ A quick grasp of a talon was all Morrígan needed to know that her original assessment was correct. The entire area felt deserted – and not in a good way. Stepping away from the building, she turned around and glanced upwards for a moment, before smiling. She knew the day was about to be filled with lots of walking, as they traversed the various settlements and cities that were available to them; searching for somewhere to start a new portion of her life in Aincrad. ’Alright, well we need to find somewhere that’s on a main avenue. Or a place that can be easily directed, so we don’t have to fight to draw in customers. I hope you didn’t have any plans, because this may take all day…’

[Morrigan 0]

The third floor they’d attended was less than appealing to Morrígan, a burst of heat striking her and nearly pushing her over as they’d stepped off the teleportation platform and into the bazaar that seemed to be the main focus of the area she’d arrived in. Phantom had screeched in distaste at their current situation, shifting her wings as if to try and dispel some of the uncomfortably hot air that had settled around the two. Morrígan had, in her determination, chosen to wander through a small part of the bazaar, looking for anything that could be a suitable storefront available to them – as well as to check the various items and wares for sale – before deciding that she needed to give up on her stubbornness in this instance.

’Well, this certainly isn’t the place for us. I hope there’s not any quests that we need to partake in here…’ Her eyes shifted to the desert stretching into the distance, before shaking her head and returning along the path they had meandered through following their arrival. She had little desire to return to the floor, although there was a foreboding feeling in her gut that she would, one day, be back here. So long as it’s one day in the distant future, I can accept that. I’m amazed people live here, it’s extremely unwelcoming. She shook her head and glanced at some of the nearby NPCs and players who seemed more than comfortable in the heat and open air; she didn’t understand their desire to be here, but she could appreciate their determination to survive.

’Alright, let’s try something less extreme next, shall we?’ Phantom gave a single squeeze of her shoulder in agreement, clearly too tired to even voice an opinion at this point. Morrígan felt some pride in the fact that they had already reached a point where they could communicate together extremely well, as if they were able to understand each other as one of long standing friendship did with another. It was something small, perhaps, but Morrígan felt it was as much of an accomplishment for her – if not more – compared to the item she had managed to craft under the master tailor’s direction and guidance. Maybe it’s not something big for most people, not something momentous or worth celebrating, but to me…to me it’s an event to be marked and remembered.

[Morrigan 0]

Morrígan and Phantom had flowed through a variety of floors, each bringing their own natural environment and unique prospects, but none that felt ideal for what she was looking for; a problem partially derived from her lack of actual confirmation of what she was looking for in a location. She’d tried pinpointing her ideals down as they’d travelled, even going so far as to communicate them with Phantom – and yet, still she found her explanations lacking some form of core understanding or element.

Morrígan stepped into the small bakery, heading towards a table before the door had even closed fully behind her. She’d visited the locale a few times; not quite enough to be considered a regular, but enough to know the routine of how it ran. Settling into a booth, she waited for a waiter to come take her order, before leaning her head back against the seat and resting slightly. Moments passed before her meal appeared before her – a collection of meats, breads and cheeses that were all cold, and a single milkshake that she’d come to enjoy the taste of lately. Content to let the items sit for a few moments more, she closed her eyes and thought back on all the various locations they’d visited thus far.

’None of them feel right, do they Phantom?’ The raven gave a soft coo in response, one which carried the slightest intonation of agreement. Morrígan opened her eyes and began sorting her meal. A single thought passed through as she recognised the adjustment to her vocalisation that Phantom had taken, apparently registering the environment and the need to refrain from screaming aloud within the bakery. It was an odd thing to notice, but she found it interesting for the creature to have registered and acknowledged; even more so to have taken the effort to follow through with the social normalities. Just another reminder that Phantom isn’t a simple raven, but rather something…more. Something intelligent and individualistic, capable of self thought and self control.

[Morrigan 0]

Morrígan remained seated for a while after she’d finished her meal, sipping away at the milkshake while she considered where to head next. She’d scrounged through the floors at random, thankfully keeping note of where she had attended and what she’d seen there. Detailed writings reminded her of the various areas they’d passed through, and although some had carried intriguing aspects to them – various characteristics that Morrígan new she could incorporate into the designs and imagery of her shop-to-be – she could easily tell from her writings that there was no perfect fit.

’Maybe there isn’t one. Maybe that’s the thing, Phantom. We need to find the best possible location.’ Morrígan closed the menu before her, letting the writings and words disappear and leaving her staring at the empty plate and cup once more. ’I still don’t think any of these are it though. They’re just…’

She thought about the areas again, trying to figure out what small detail connected them all in a way that made it unappealing to her. As she glanced out of the bakery’s window, she suddenly realised what it was that was bothering her. ’They all have competition.’

Morrígan sighed as the realisation hit, and she realised just how much more difficult her situation would become. ’I’m too late to this game. Where are we going to find somewhere without competition? Most players already opened their shop a long time ago, which means I need to catch up now…which means I need something unique.’

[Morrigan 0]

There was nothing left to gain from sitting around in the bakery – and Morrígan had already overstayed her welcome, her awareness of the appropriate and inappropriate behaviour of a guest urging her onwards. Taking the time to properly clean out the dishes left behind from her meal, she stood and exited the small eatery, heading back down the street towards the central courtyard and the teleporter pad.

’This floor’s newer, maybe there will be somewhere here?’ The twenty-seventh floor had been achieved not too long ago, and Morrígan had hoped that perhaps there she’d find something, somewhere, which could be considered a starting ground for her business to be. She knew there’d be the chance of other players already having had the same idea; rushing to the forefront to make and provide for the players who continued to fight heavily for their freedom – the Frontliners, as they’d come to be called. ’Doesn’t mean there isn’t somewhere up there for us, right Phantom?’

A squawk and pressure on her shoulder was all Morrígan received in response, the raven voicing its uncertainty towards her question. She doubted that Phantom disagreed or agreed at the moment, likely waiting to see what awaited them before making any decision. It was just another reminder, one of many she’d received over the entire day, about the intellect that the raven seemed to carry. An intellect that might have caused fear or hesitation in others, but one which Morrígan had come to appreciate more and more as the day carried on.

[Morrigan 0]

’Well, it’s…a shop.’ Morrígan glanced at the open real estate, her eyes flitting over its front in a quick glance. The storefront was dark, like most other areas of this floor. Small lanterns glowed around it, highlighting the shadows slightly in a way that gave almost nothing personal away. What little she could make out of the store wasn’t unappealing, but it certainly refrained from drawing her in any further. ’At least the area itself seems…nice, enough.’

Phantom shifted on Morrígan’s shoulder, not quite comfortable with the area that they had come to stop. There wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with the area; it was warm enough, without being uncomfortable on either scale of the environmental conditions, there was no major amount of shops surrounding the area – although they had passed a number of them on the way here, including what would be rival tailor’s – and there was a decent amount of foot traffic through the area, meaning that drawing in customers wouldn’t be overtly difficult.

So…why doesn’t it feel right? There’s nothing outwardly problematic, and the aesthetic is…not dismal or repulsive. Her eyes flowed across the area once more, noticing how it felt dark, but the sort that felt more like a pending night rather than anything unique. It’s lively, too. Which is good for business. Which begs the question…why hasn’t anyone else set up shop here?

It dawned on her suddenly what had been bothering her about the locale. The area was nice, affluent enough for an up and coming shop, and well-travelled by the various NPCs she’d seen around – yet there was a lack of player foot travel through the area, and even less sign of any player run shops or houses. In fact, she hadn’t seen another player since she’d stopped to view the area, which was odd enough in the town where she’d passed numerous others on the way here. It’s not abandoned, but…there’s no one here. That seems odd…and concerning. Is it avoided on purpose?

[Morrigan 0]

She’d made her notes about the shop on the dark floor, before making her way back towards the central courtyard housing the teleporter pad. No amount of minor investigation had given her any answer to the queries she’d developed while exploring the area, and although the shop had made its way towards the top of Morrígan’s list, it had still remained as a secondary choice. Although, she knew, she still was missing her primary option.

’I just think it’s still out there, waiting for us to find it. I’m aware there’s been some viable options, and some of the retail locations are near perfect for the beginnings of a business. What they lacked, though, was the aesthetic. Not to mention some of the environmental conditions were…well, let’s just say they were far from the most luxurious conditions.’ Phantom shifted on her right shoulder, ruffling her feathers to show that she’d been listening to Morrígan’s words, even if there was no response to be given. In truth, Morrígan had simply been thinking aloud; she’d not desired not expected a response from the raven, although she would’ve accepted one if it had been forthcoming.

The darker aesthetics of the twenty-seventh are definitely appealing…alright, what other floors have similar atmospheres to them? There can’t be too many…and one’s that are less popular might be interesting. Less competition then. I would need to figure out advertising and marketing, but that’s well within the foundations. Required regardless. She’d arrived in the courtyard while her mind had wandered, and she found herself coming to a stop a distance from the teleporter pad, knowing that she wasn’t anywhere near ready to head to the next floor yet. Turning on the spot, she looked for somewhere to rest and relax while she oriented herself, and considered her next steps in her search.

[Morrigan 0]

’This one is an entire cavern city, that would have the dark aspect.’ Morrígan pointed to the description of the floor, letting Phantom take it in as she considered the area she’d pointed at. The twenty-first floor would meet the darker atmosphere requirement that she’d decided upon, but everything she knew of it seemed to dissuade her. In fact, she could list off at least two tailors’ she’d attended on that floor alone, meaning that the levels of competition were likely high there. ’That, and it’s filled with Dwarves. The themes and aesthetics would be a bit more aligned with rough and hewn imagery compared to a more…well, refined appearance. It has its place for sure, but it’s not really what I’m going for…we’re going for.’

She slowly corrected herself, although she doubted that Phantom would take notice or care of her decision to include the raven as her partner in business. Aside from giving menial opinions on matters obviously directed towards the raven, Phantom had remained silent and watchful, never jumping in or directing Morrígan’s thoughts without obvious prompting from the player. Not that Morrígan was complaining, by any means, but she felt it was better for their relationship to be considered equals – a fact that she wouldn’t let slip, even through slip ups in spoken words.

’Alright, what about this one? It’s on one of the lower floors, but…there’s no much information about it. Makes me think it’s less popular than other floors. The main settlement is Yomi, and…’ Morrígan let her words drift off as she continued reading what little information there was about the floor. From the scarce information she had available, it seemed as though rumours of ghosts hung over the floor and settlement, and warnings towards any who visited cautioned about the effects that the area could have. ’That’s…foreboding. Alright, we’ll mark it down as a possibility, although I’m not optimistic…maybe we should go check out the Dwarven city first, and see if it’s viable?’

Phantom’s soft squawk and single talon pressure against her shoulder was enough to convince Morrígan of her next step. Standing from the bench, she moved across the courtyard and towards the teleporter pad, giving a single glance back towards where the shop in Ronbaru had been left behind, wondering if it as more viable than she was letting it seem. Let’s check out the other areas, and then see. We can make an informed decision later.

[Morrigan 0]

Light shimmered around her as Morrígan reappeared into existence, stepping down from the platform and shaking her head. She’d spent very little time in the Dwarven city before making her way back to the teleporter, her decision made as she’d investigated the very first trio of streets within the city limits.

’Well, that’s definitely not for us. Did you see some of the outfits people where wearing there? I’m not normally one to judge others tastes so viciously, but some of those were…atrocious. I mean, pink and green and blue flowing into an odd salmon drop…it’s enough to cause eye pain.’ Morrígan shivered in a dramatic way, ruffling Phantom atop her shoulder during her performance. The raven squawked in protest, as much from the movement as from the nattering that Morrígan had produced on a topic that was most likely unappealing to the bird. She found herself smiling slightly, the entire situation somewhat entertaining to the player as she stepped down and into the square before her fully. The area was empty, no other players or NPCs in sight, and an odd aura seemed to hover over the nearby sections of pathways and avenues.

Morrígan turned on the spot as she looked around, noticing a concurrent theme about the entire area that reminded her of the warnings and information she’d read about the floor. Little moved before her eyes, and she found herself wondering if there wasn’t some measure of truth behind the rumours and suggestions of hauntings across the floor. I’m sure it’s nothing more than simply abandoned…or maybe everyone is asleep? Her eyes glanced up at the clock in the middle of her display, and she resisted a shiver as she noticed it was the middle of the afternoon. And back to the abandoned idea…that’ll put a damper on sales.

She almost laughed as she realised what she’d said in her head. The floor at least had a unique feeling to it, although she wasn’t sure yet if that would be enough to make it appealing to her for a business. Taking off in a random direction, she let her voice break the oppressive silence as she decided to explore further. ’Let me know if you see anything that catches your eye, Phantom. We may get lucky here…’

[Morrigan 0]

They’d traversed a large section of the city, finding little in the way of others. Glimpses of movement in the distance had caught Morrígan’s eye more than once, but whenever she looked she saw nothing but empty street ahead of her. Peaking into buildings had given little else, with most areas clearly long abandoned. Life was not a measure to be found on the floor, and although it carried an aspect of horror and terror to it, Morrígan found herself enjoying the quiet that settled over everything.

’It’s not lively, but that means no competition, right? Although the atmosphere of the floor may drive away some customers…an issue everywhere, I’m afraid. There’s a lot of shop options though…and although there’s a couple of them, doesn’t seem like anyone’s been here in a while…’ She’d spotted a few obvious player-run stores during their walk through the areas, although the players’ themselves had been absent – either out questing, material gathering, or long since having abandoned the area. Morrígan refrained from letting herself dwell on any other options, deciding it best to assume the most positive outcomes. ’That building back towards the main entryway, near the teleporter pad and the abandoned inn looked interesting. The location was good, and it’s an obvious sight once you move away from the pad and platform a bit. Might be worth considering.’

She’d stopped to lean against a building, taking out the bag of crackers and offering a couple to Phantom as she considered everything she’d seen thus far. She knew that it would be a toss between the storefront in Ronbaru, and the abandoned settlement that stretched out before her. The two had spoken to her, through some underlying means, and she knew that they each had their values and appeals. She twirled a cracker as she let her mind run through her lists, over and over again, taking time to think back about how each made her feel.

’I think I’ve made my decision.’ She pushed off from the wall, over an hour having passed since she’d come to her stop and delved into her thoughts. Phantom shifted on her shoulder, flapping her wings gently to release the stiffness that had likely overcome the raven’s body. Turning back towards the teleporter pad, Morrígan let her feet carry her as she left behind the spot. ’There really is a lot of similarities between the two, but I think only one of them really fits our needs, aesthetic and desires…and it’s a perfect fit for you, as well, if I may be so presumptuous.’

Phantom remained silent on her shoulder, either content to wait and see what Morrígan would do, or uninterested in the conversation at hand. Unreadable, contained within her own intellectual mind, and not entirely bonded left Morrígan unable to determine either way; not that it mattered. She’d made her decision, and she knew deep down that it was the right one for her – and in turn, Phantom would likely come to enjoy it as well.

’Hey, maybe we can move out of the inn and into the shop as well. It looked like it had an attached apartment on it, from what I saw.’ She smiled with excitement, looking forward to the future for the first time in a long, long time.

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Thread Summary
Word Count: 8,010
EXP: 8,010/10x1x1 = 801 [Progression] + 300 [Quest] = 1,101 EXP
Col: 400 [Progression] + 924 [Loot] = 1,324 col
5 materials
Perfect Clothing | T1 | Loot Die III | ID239513
Rare Armor/Shield (1) | ID239475
Rare Trinket (1) | ID239476
Standard <<Tailor>> Shop