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[Sept. 4, 2007][Suikoden] The Market and the Printing Press
Title: The Market and the Printing Press
Day/Theme: Sept. 4, 2007 "The great bewildering city that you live in"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Oulan, Kirsten, Teodor
Rating: G
Cont. from At the Griffin Fountain, Part 2 of ?
"Y-yes, I am," Oulan replied and headed towards her potential employer.
Kirsten walked toward her as well and when they met, she shook Oulan's hand firmly. Compared to the bodyguard, she was rather short. A long, pale blond braid hung over her shoulder. She was not dressed in any type of official robes, but wore a simple red dress. "Delighted to meet you," Kirsten smiled.
"Likewise, Lady Leipzig," Oulan responded politely.
"Oh, just "Kirsten" is fine," the petite woman urged her. "Please, come with me to my home. We can talk business there."
Oulan agreed and allowed the blond woman to lead her into the bustling Market District. The stands and shops were a myriad of sounds and colors, but could be broken into loose divisions based on smell. First they passed spices from the west, sharp and spicy, then the warm sweetness of baked goods, followed by the distinctive scent of leather mixed with candle wax and new books. The wind was blowing steadily northward, so by the time they had passed a few traveling performers juggling on the corner all these aromas and more were mingled around them in the air in an overwhelming breath of trade of humanity.
"Crystal Valley gets bigger every time I come here," Oulan sighed. She couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing. The familiar shops like Frank's Sundries were nostalgic due to her memories of escorting Sheena, and the general aura of the area brought back her first official work as a guard when she had protected the Arinagosa General Shop from attacks by its rivals across the district.
"Where are you from?" Kirsten inquired, directing her companion down a narrow alleyway and into a rickety-looking shop.
"The southwest, just outside Fatyl," Oulan said precisely, "A little place called Neyworth Village."
"I've never been to that area," Kirsten shrugged, "But my husband has."
"Is this his shop?" Oulan wondered, looking around at the stacks of clippings, bundled newspapers, and boxes of cheap, low-quality paper.
"It's my printing press!" a messy-haired, ink-spattered man piped up, recklessly tossing aside the metal letters for type-setting that he had been cleaning. He was blond, wide-eyed, and beamed from ear to ear. "I bought the equipment real cheap when the Crystal Chronicle went out of business and now I run my own newspaper."
"Newspaper?" Kirsten chuckled, "You only finish one or two a month! It's more of a periodical!"
Day/Theme: Sept. 4, 2007 "The great bewildering city that you live in"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Oulan, Kirsten, Teodor
Rating: G
Cont. from At the Griffin Fountain, Part 2 of ?
"Y-yes, I am," Oulan replied and headed towards her potential employer.
Kirsten walked toward her as well and when they met, she shook Oulan's hand firmly. Compared to the bodyguard, she was rather short. A long, pale blond braid hung over her shoulder. She was not dressed in any type of official robes, but wore a simple red dress. "Delighted to meet you," Kirsten smiled.
"Likewise, Lady Leipzig," Oulan responded politely.
"Oh, just "Kirsten" is fine," the petite woman urged her. "Please, come with me to my home. We can talk business there."
Oulan agreed and allowed the blond woman to lead her into the bustling Market District. The stands and shops were a myriad of sounds and colors, but could be broken into loose divisions based on smell. First they passed spices from the west, sharp and spicy, then the warm sweetness of baked goods, followed by the distinctive scent of leather mixed with candle wax and new books. The wind was blowing steadily northward, so by the time they had passed a few traveling performers juggling on the corner all these aromas and more were mingled around them in the air in an overwhelming breath of trade of humanity.
"Crystal Valley gets bigger every time I come here," Oulan sighed. She couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing. The familiar shops like Frank's Sundries were nostalgic due to her memories of escorting Sheena, and the general aura of the area brought back her first official work as a guard when she had protected the Arinagosa General Shop from attacks by its rivals across the district.
"Where are you from?" Kirsten inquired, directing her companion down a narrow alleyway and into a rickety-looking shop.
"The southwest, just outside Fatyl," Oulan said precisely, "A little place called Neyworth Village."
"I've never been to that area," Kirsten shrugged, "But my husband has."
"Is this his shop?" Oulan wondered, looking around at the stacks of clippings, bundled newspapers, and boxes of cheap, low-quality paper.
"It's my printing press!" a messy-haired, ink-spattered man piped up, recklessly tossing aside the metal letters for type-setting that he had been cleaning. He was blond, wide-eyed, and beamed from ear to ear. "I bought the equipment real cheap when the Crystal Chronicle went out of business and now I run my own newspaper."
"Newspaper?" Kirsten chuckled, "You only finish one or two a month! It's more of a periodical!"