Open The Docks Sibling Sojourn

[Kinza Rainclaw]

Doing everything in her power to ignore the rain of wealth going on at the other desk, ingots calling to her pirate blood like sirens, Kinza focused on the task at hand. She briefly considered lying about their surnames, but Rainclaw was already a blended name. So what if it sounded a bit similar to their parents' names? Rain and Claw were common enough words and why should their dramatics mess up the paperwork?

"Right y'are, sir. Kinza and Lorcan Rainclaw, that's K-I-N-Z-A and L-O-R-C-A-N, then rain like the weather. We're from Kutoroka aways off southeast."

Her tail tip swished as she thought on what the exam might entail. She was eager to get on with practical matters and hoped it wasn't going to involve much writing.

 

[Lorcan Rainclaw]

That some form of writing might be expected hadn’t even occurred to Lorcan. Rather the thought hadn’t occurred because he wasn’t even thinking of the exam, it being much too far ahead for the todd to consider worrying himself over. To pre-plan was not in his nature.

Instead he continued to observe the most curious interaction going on at the other desk. Though under the impression that strange and unusual happenings were nothing new for the unfortunates working in this department, the arrival of this large red beast had flummoxed absolutely everyone. Lorcan was glad: it hadn’t just been him with poor manners, then.

Still the fox smirked as he watched, at least able to keep a handle on his snickering if not the amusement on his face. Let Kinza deal with the formalities: this was entertainment.

 

[Tal'Rakan]

To add to the carnage and chaos in the room, a door suddenly have opened with a thud. Through them, an imposing lynx figure stepped in. One that had to slightly hunch to pass through the door, especially considering plumed crown resting upon their temples.

Rakan decided that coming in person to do the formalities would be a sign of rather friendly approach he chose to follow. He of course was a nobody here. Locals wouldn't care for him being a general and official tasked personally by Phoenixes to do their bidding simply because they had no diplomatic recognition at all.

Thus here he was, searching for clues and trying to partake in this convoluted world of bureaucracy he was unfamiliar with. After all he was just a soldier. That is why he wore his armour and plumed coat over it. Hoping that vibrant feathers, golden strings and fine steel will be decent show of his importance, or at least wealth. His task was clear and he would do anything to succeed. That is also why he had with him a small fortune in gold with him. Wealth was one language he knew was above any cultural differences.

Rakan fixed his eyes on the desks with carious clerks and came to the . Hoping it will go smoothly he realigned his jaw for easier speaking in the local's language before continuing in authoritative but not offensive tone. "Khreetings kind preasts." He spoke still unaware that even with relaxed jaw, sounds for G and B that those here have used were still impossible to make for him. "I came in the name of The Phoenix Court. Seekinkh to entry your fair nest and meet your rulers."

 

[Soren Selsenick]

Soren carefully wrote down the name as best as he could, but, his penmanship and literacy was...passable...at best. While he had improved over the years, his upbringing in the Slups had not been conducive to the proper spelling and grammar that was now slowly, painfully being rolled out across the Imperium by the MinoNice. He had heard rumors that there was even some sort of project going around to standardize how words were spelled, a “dicht-shon-nary”, or, pronounced in another far less charitable way. He had his doubts that was going to be very successful. I mean, trying to tell a beast how to spell one word was hard enough from his job. Thousands of them? It was insanity.

Nonetheless, he dutifully recorded the name and the location as best as he could. He had never heard of that country-perhaps it was to the west of Fyador somewhere? Or, maybe somewhere near Hanshima? Doubtless the Navy would find out, eventually.

“And what was your occupation there? That is-what did you did for a living, exactly?”

He looked up at the fantastical creature, this time genuinely interested, if only because he wanted to know what she actually did in order to be as wealthy as she was. He hoped it was something other than nobility that he could perhaps replicate.

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The bespectacled clerk nodded as he wrote down the names of the two foxes. The names were not particularly notable as far as he was concerned, and they occasionally, although not frequently, got beasts from that foreign land. Once he was done, he asked another question.

“Occupation?” he looked up, uncertain if the two foxes would know what he was talking about “Er, what you did for a living?”

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A third clerk, this time one of the new woodlander hires based on “merit”, a small white hare doe, looked up uncertainly and nervously at the odd-looking wildcat who had barged into the room. Glancing from side to side, hoping that any of the other clerks would take them, she sighed as she noticed they were all occupied. Waving him over, she spoke, trying to put a smile on her face as she did so and act subservient. That helped, according to her official Vermin instructors, not trying to be “uppity” or “put on airs”, with integration. It grated at her, but on the other hand, the Imperium was much more safe and stable for her and her large family than the chaotic Sathern Continent had been.

“R-right over here Ser!” She stuttered a little, before regaining her composure as a Fogey should “I can help you right over here.”

 

[Pomodu lu Modokunomulo]

Pomodu's expression turned to brief confusion as the phrasing of the question apparently eluded her grasp of Vulpinsulan for a moment. "I wa's livi'n'gu i'n Lipadilugoto," she stated. "I s'tah'dy di Valupinusula, so I co'me he're." She smiled and made a small salute, albeit one that was with the wrong paw and bad form for anyone actually in service. "May di bue'zi'ngu di Emupurisu tamubu dao'n upo'nu lai'ku goh'de'n fo'gu," she quoted, clearly trying not to sound like she was laboring over the pronunciation.

She glanced over at the imposing figure of the lynx that entered the room, and her eyes widened, then her face split into a friendly grin. "Hallo!" she addressed him cheerfully, waving at him. If he'd come to the Imperium to see it too, maybe they would tour it together at some point.

 

[Kinza Rainclaw]

It seemed to be the day for large beasts entering this office and Kinza ended up drawing herself up a little taller, which was completely in vain. She was dwarfed by all of them including her brother. Exactly what either of these two most recent species were she hadn't a clue, though she found herself fascinated enough to arch a brow at the lynx.

Quickly enough she looked back to the clerk, squinting a touch at his implications. It would stand to reason that many less educated beasts wouldn't know all the words put to them, but she could not help feel a bristle of resentment.

"Seamstress," she said curtly. "The genuine type. An' sailmaking."​

 

[Tal'Rakan]

Tal'Rakan stepped over to the the little clerk. She, as he presumed based on rather universal female features all mammals had, was tiny compared to him. He knew he could intimidate them should anything go wrong. He banished this idea just as quickly. In the end, he was here to conduct diplomacy.

"Khood day to you. My name is Tal'Raka.." He paused, remembering beasts here used different way of naming, weird one that emphasized their being over the family they came from. "Rakan Tal. I came here from Itlan Iluiteomeh. 'Land of Phoenixes' As I was told you would name it. I seek entry and aprility to meet your... rulers." He considered the word. Was there really any other being worthy of this title other than two Phoenixes guiding his kind? In the end he agreed it was a safe and technical term. Even a simple baliff was in a way a ruler. It wasn't thus offensive.

"I was chosen to reeastaprlish diplomacy and trade with your lands. I prinkh khifts and staff of five I wish to join me." He mentioned two priests, two translators and one trader that were allowed to come with him. There was no need to mention the rest of the ship's crew. They weren't allowed to leave the ship anyway and beiing lowly serfs they had no worth in coming with those few.

 

[Lorcan Rainclaw]

That Lorcan’s considerable size was, in this room at least, not of any note with the arrival of a second unusual creature, the fox felt a further flush of jealousy ripple through him. Sniffing, he regarded the large feline silently, eyes tracking back to Pomodu before the conversation drew him back to the clerk.

“Mmh, sailmaker by trade,” he echoed, gaze still lingering on the other newcomsers “and dabble with carpentry, more for ships’n furniture. General labourer, if paws need turnin’ to it.” At the very least he sounded more well-rounded than the reality of his unpredictable employment.