questions of science — open, trading

[JANE]

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jane had come to discovered, in the few days of making her way to the flintlock lodge, that she didn't like the cold. the brunette was born and raised in a relatively tropical jungle, where the only thing that fell from the sky was rain. she'd seen deserts and beaches, former cities and pleasant rural areas. but she'd never gone north enough for snow, and she was finding that she truly hated it - as did her companion, it would seem.

"nous ne sommes pas loin[sup]1[/sup]." she promised the golden beast, rubbing a soothing hand down the mare's neck. she'd borrowed the creature for the trip, in order to make it to their ally and back in a timely manner, and though jane liked all animals, she found that she liked the horse a little more than most. it was smart, strong, and had a curious sort of personality that shone from it's beady eyes and the sounds it would make, the way it would wag it's head and snort not unlike a pig. it all made her laugh, and the laughter made the journey a little better.

bundled tightly as the horse trekked through the snow, holding tightly to its back, jane tossed a glance to the small bag she carried with her, relieved it was still there. she wasn't sure why she was so worried about it falling, but she was. that bag was the whole reason she was even bothering to go to the snowy mountain anyways; the little bags within would, hopefully, prove to be the key to a wonderful hobby. maybe even a living, if she got good at it.

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[sup]1[/sup] we're not far

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer often patrolled the borders, searching for any strangers. She probably shouldn't patrol alone, but she wasn't some sort of defenseless damsel in distress or whatever. So, she stepped through the snow, bare skin showing from the tears and undersized clothing as she moved forward. It was hard to miss a horse, and for a moment, her eyes shifted to the snow nervously. If bear cubs made her squeal and hide, she felt her legs wobbling a bit moving closer to such a large animal. She however straightened up, lips tight to her teeth for a moment and expression stoic. "What's brought ye here?" She asked, eyes trained onto the horse as she kept her distance, mostly out of fear of the horse. She wasn't looking at Jane at all, and though her face looked empty of emotion, she clearly didn't want to trust the horse.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]Though Greer has chosen to patrol alone, she's not truly alone. Benjamin is leading his own patrol just a little ways behind her, unaware that she's up front by herself, though it's not like he minds that she's doing her own patrol. He's technically an Ace of Combat despite trying pathetically to lead right now, and this is one of his jobs, so he's going to do it himself. It's not like he's following her to protect her or anything, because despite him not even knowing she's outside, he also knows full well that she knows how to handle herself, and Benjamin himself would choose to patrol alone every so often too, if he could. However, he can't. Sucks to be blind, doesn't it. That's why he's currently got a few people trailing behind him, following him to be his eyes, though as the one he's using as a guide stops, he stops along with her, lifting his eyebrows curiously. "Something wrong?" he asks quietly, and she shrugs, then nods her head. "It's a stranger with a horse. Greer is talking with her," comes the response, and Benjamin hums a little under his breath in thought. Then, he lets go of her shirt and waves them away. "Alright. Continue with the patrol—I'll talk with her." And just like that, they're off, and Benjamin is alone again. He's glad that Greer is out here, honestly. He can follow the sound of her footsteps whenever they have to go back, if she lets him. For now, though, he pulls out his cane, unfolding it and tapping his way over to the two women through the snow, only tripping once or twice before he stops abruptly with a bit of an embarrassed huff. He pushes up his sunglasses harder than he needs to, and then straightens his back, staring at Jane and her horse with unfocused eyes, though they're hidden behind a sheen of black. Greer has already asked the necessary question, but after a moment of silence, Benjamin decides to echo her. "Yeah, uh... This is Flintlock Lodge, what do you need?"

[JANE]

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two figures approached. the first was a girl, who looked around her age, speaking with a lilt that jane couldn't quite place, eventually deducing that she'd never heard it before. but, she thought to herself, she sort of liked it. the second was the man, also around her age, and she recalled that this was the man who'd visited the district himself some time ago. he'd seemed nice enough then, so she offered them both smiles.

"my name is jane." she said, clearing her throat as she clambered off the horse, landing in the snow. her her francophone accent was thick, but the words were understandable still. a few bits slipped into her boots, and the brunette did her best to conceal the displeasure she felt with the cold sensation. eyes shifting between the two, then to the pack on the horse, she tightened the scarf around her neck the best she could. "i am from the northstar district. a page." she wasn't sure they knew the ranks, or really cared, but she said it anyways. "i come to trade seeds. to try, at least." she wasn't sure of the diversity of the lodge's crops, but she had to hope; it would be awful to have her garden consist of only a half dozen plants.

( retro to leadership )
[spoiler=let go of your fears and your ghosts | 3.13.18]— jane | goes by jane | dislikes j, likes janie | formerly prisoner #537
— cisgender female | feminine pronouns preferred | she, her, hers
— northstar district | guardian
— march fourteenth | physically eighteen | appears twenty | acts mid-twenties
— heteroflexible | single | no crushes | trust issues due to a past relationship
— native french | speaks with an accent
— speaks french, welsh, english, spanish, protuguese, and chinese | listed by proficiency

— scar reference | red for knives, blue for whips, purple for bullets, green for accidents, yellow for tattoos
— working tattoo reference | none given with her consent
— 90% health | healing stitches on injury from fall
— 5'11" | extremely thin due to being underfed as a child
— "mocha" brown hair | dark hazel eyes | skin tanned naturally | freckles on nose & cheeks
— always wears turtlenecks & long pants or skirts in public to conceal heavy scaring | ref
— extremely self conscious of scars | often itches or rubs them when thinking

— hufflepuff | amity, abnegation | phlegmatic | enfp
— gentle, kind, helpful, friendly, intelligent
— passive, anxious, wary, sensitive, stubborn
— perpetual hope is scary, why won't you die, victim of cold blooded torture
— suffers from undiagnosed ptsd, survivors guilt, anxiety

— unknown x unknown | only child | no known living family | adoptive father, beth, deceased
— grew up in a prison camp | subject to intense physical & mental torture
— english is 7/10 | frequent language barriers | often asks the meaning of words
— will not fight if possible | will run | will always show mercy if possible | will not start fights
— 8/10 strength | 9/10 speed | 9/10 endurance
— physically difficult, but likely will not fight | mentally moderate[/spoiler]

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]The woman introduces herself as Jane, and Benjamin is able to recognize her voice; he recalls her from the time he'd gone to trade with the Northstar District. Any tenseness in his muscles unwinds, and with a brief shift on his boots, he nods his head just slightly. "Ah, yes. Welcome. I'm Benjamin, if you don't remember me," he greets with a polite smile and a small wave, getting the greeting out of the way quickly, as she's likely cold, and he doesn't want to make her stand out here in the snow for too long. As for the trading, he knows that Flintlock has seeds, but he's not exactly sure which kinds. "We have seeds in stock, if I'm remembering correctly," he says quietly in a thoughtful tone, one hand lifting to mess with the white cane hanging at his hip, and after a few moments he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "I'm not exactly sure which kinds, but—" he glances in Greer's direction, lifting his eyebrows in a silent question for help, "Greer might be able to help you. Or... Anyone else who comes along. Anyone but me." Cue the apologetic smile that looks more like a grimace as he waves his hand in front of his face—the usual symbol for "Sorry, I'm blind." He jams his hands in his pockets after that, because it's much too cold to allow them out in the freezing weather, and a shiver runs through him despite how bundled up he is for the weather. "I can show you to the greenhouse, though. You could see for yourself which plants we have in stock for any future trades."

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer glanced at Benjamin, deciding it was none of her concern to respond to Jane's inquiries, till Benjamin looks to her, and she offered a smile, forgetting for a moment he couldn't see. Eyes flicking to Jane instead upon remembering, she would give a dip of her head. "Yah, I can see what kind. Even if they don't have a label." Greer tilted her head. She had experience with seeds - not actual plants, but the seeds, yes. She had never been able to successfully grow something, and offen she just remembered eating the seeds no matter how gross after they didn't grow. "Nice ta meet ye Jane, I'm Greer. I - ah... Are the seeds on tha horse?" Her eyes, glued to the horse, she could feel her fingers scratching at her head in a subconscious distress.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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