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Post by Queen Celestia on Feb 20, 2015 12:02:50 GMT -7
Located in the city, a fountain is shown as bits can be seen within its reflective waters. While some civilians use this as a mere wishing well, others come here for peace. Surely reading a book or lounging near this calm collected area is whats best. Around this area is nothing but greenery as its path leads closer to the gardens and maze area.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 1, 2015 9:08:45 GMT -7
[Enter Aibne] With no small amount of aimless wandering Aibne managed to find himself in the Fountain Park, he looked with indifference at the elegantly designed fountain rather with boredom. He had heard from his brother that people would toss bits into the fountain for the sake of wishes, Aibne thought of it to be a foolish ritual that no one would follow and signed as he strode to the fountain to see if the rumor was true. When he leaned over the edge of the fountain his eyes went wide as he looked at all the bits gleaming in watery sunlight, never in his life had he seen so much free money in one place.
He quickly looked around at the few pedestrians in the park minding their own business, he then looked back into the fountain.
'A-Am I really going to do this?' He thought to himself. He huffed and patted his pants pockets noting that they were empty, 'Well...the worse that would happen is that my hands would get wet...' With that thought in mind he bent lower over the edge and stuck a hand into the fountain. He fished out about a handful of wet bits which he began ogling, the second thoughts of doing this instantly vanished as he looked at the wet cash. Without hesitation he put the soaked coins in his pocket and began to fish out more handfuls of bits, attempting to fill every pocket he had on him.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 1, 2015 9:21:17 GMT -7
From behind Aibne, the clopping of a horses hooves could be heard. A white stallion with a golden armored man atop it's saddle approached the bit thief. He had a sword sheathed at his side, and his breastplate would have an intricate symbol of the sun embroided onto it. This was no mere Royal Guardsman, but a Sun warrior; a devout follower of the church of Celestia.
"You dare steal bits from her holiness?!" He calls out, outraged.
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 1, 2015 10:52:11 GMT -7
Aibne looked up at the Sun warrior indifferently, in fact he was rather agitated by the interruption. Unfortunately he couldn't play it off as though he didn't do anything being that his pockets were bulging wet with bits and his hands were dripping with water. He glared at the warrior and grunted.
"Oi! Well 'scuse me! I didn't realize that poor people getting money offended you! Get off your high horse, figuratively and literally. Show me the law that says peasantry can't get money that's just lying around." Aibne's voice was rife with annoyance and sarcasm as he hadn't quite grasped the severity of the situation he was in, seeing the Sun warrior as more of a social equal than as a guard.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 1, 2015 14:30:14 GMT -7
The man scoffs and remains on his horse. He couldn't believe this man's arrogance.
"It is very much illegal to take bits from a public fountain, much more when that fountain happens to be a relic in honor of the goddess Celestia."
He points at him, a stern look behind his helmet's facing.
"You will return the bits at once, and remove yourself!"
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Post by Broletarian on Mar 1, 2015 15:25:16 GMT -7
"What do you expect me to do? Beg for money? Steal from fellow citizens? Would that make you feel better? What does the fountain even need the money for?!" Aibne said in a flustered voice.
Not wanting to get arrested Aibne complied and returned the handfuls of bits from his coat pockets and pants pockets back into the fountain, all but one group of bits which he was keeping in the inner pocket of his coat. His face was locked in a sneer as he slowly began walking away.
"Forgive a fool for trying you zealous nut." He blurted out, wanting to get the last word. [Exit Aibne]
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