01-03-2014, 07:43 AM
Maddelynn scribbled down a few notes on the book, then looked up to Fox. She fidgeted slightly and looked down at the ledger again. She hummed in thought, then shrugged, "Gold, I suppose. The Professor has never mentioned using plutonium and we have enough scrap to last us a lifetime."
She made a few more notes, then looked up to Fox, "What sort of repairs, exactly, are you requesting be done? And please be specific because it will determine cost and any wait times." Despite being smitten, she was quite professional. Lucian may think she was a silly girl, but she was very good at her job. Even if she was just a receptionist.
Suddenly, another boom sounded from the back. Lucian and Fuller could be heard yelling and sputtering. Maddelynn sighed lightly and blushed. She looked up to Fox and forced a sweet smile for him, "I'm sure it's nothing. Professor Fuller is very talented. It was probably from the shop behind us."
Lucian returned after a few minutes, pulling Professor Fuller with him. Lucian was sporting fresh black smudges and a fresh bloody nose. There was no smoke from the back this time, though. Lucian pressed a clean cloth to his nose and leaned against the wall behind the counter. He eyed Fox as the stood there, still not at ease over his presence.
Professor Fuller looked less than please about being pulled from his work, but when he saw Fox at the counter and Maddelynn with an open ledger, his expression softened. He looked over her shoulder, careful not to brush against her and leave oily splotches on her clothes, and read over what she had taken down so far. His smile grew and he took a small step away from her. He pulled a cloth from the pocket of his leather apron and feverishly tried to get the oil and dirt from his hands. He offered a less than clean, but cleaner than before, hand to Fox with a wide grin, "How are ya, son? Professor Ferguson Fuller at your service! What can I be of help with?"
"Fox, here, needs a little help remembering his place. Perhaps you could help him out with that." In the doorway stood a tall, broad man. He stood at least six feet and seven inches tall. Plus, he was nearly as wide as the door frame with well defined muscles from head to toe. He was dressed less like the group gathered in the shop and more like someone who came from across the sea. Fitting, of course, that was where he was from!
He wore a pair of decorative leather boots with pointed toes over his wide feet. They were very ornate with two red straps wrapped around each one. A pair of tan pants made from a billowing cotton were tucked into them. Over his torso he wore a sleeveless red tunic with black fur trim belted with a tan sash. The coat had just one decoration on it, over the right shoulder. An eagle was embroidered over the shoulder with black silk thread. He wore one leather belt around his waist and on it he carried a sword and two pistols. There was nothing exciting about his weaponry. They were very plain.
His clothing paled in comparison to his face, however. He was fierce looking, indeed. His skin was darker from so many years in the sun, but his hair was stark white. It was pulled away from his face and twisted into dreadlocks for ease of care. His eyes were also something to behold. White irises and black eyeballs, almost like Lucian's. They sparkled with mischief as they swept over the room. They were beautiful. Like diamonds set in black stone. It was strange, he could almost pass for a relative of Lucian. Save for his pointed ears, they shared all the same mutations. In one of his ears, he had a large thick black earring. The hole of his ear was stretched far beyond the 'norm', which added to his outlandish appearance. This wasn't the only piercing he had. He had two more in addition to that. Through the bridge of his nose, he had two spikes. One on top of the other, they added to his ferocity.
A wide grin split his lips as he strolled forward into the shop, "Heard you had a little accident, Fox." His voice was deep, but smooth. Like velvet. He sounded charming enough, but Fox would know better. He knew what sort of man he was.
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