Reclamation and restoration of a long abandoned home.

[Dimnersti]

Dimnersti was new to Narim and had never been to this home to begin with, so he had no real clue what to expect. As long as he'd left it abandoned though, he didnt' expect much. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to repair it though. Could just sell it and purchase a new. But it wasn't like he needed a new home quickly. No reason to take the shortcut, and the city would probly be somewhat apreciative to have an old run down home repaired, no one wants to live next to a hovel after all.

All those random thoughts faded though, as if he was reading the deed to the land correctly, he was aproaching the property that this particular home of his, well more of his daugthers, as he had put the deed in her name. Tucking the deed away, he aproached what woul dbe his home for a cycle at least while he aquainted himself with narim.

[Trinity]

Timestamp: Early Afternoon (or so?)
Solaria, Brightening 1 of the Second Cycle of Ioannes
Summer of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era X Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening =)

It was a nice brightening, really, Solaria. Narim was, for the most part pretty peaceful at this point given the problems it had been experiencing. No frog and rat guts lining the streets or Orcs bashing down the gates with battering rams, people robbing old ladies of their purses and Cults that appeared quite hypocrytical and just plain weird wandering around and making themselves known. Sure, Narim was always an uneasy sea underneath the calm, due to the age old feuds, but.. at least they knew how to appear nice and inviting, right?

As Dimnersti walked down the cobblestone streets, he saw a few of the Narimites on their way to businesses for food, jobs and otherwise all heading in quite the same direction -- the middle of the city. It was bustling with commerce, but the residential area he was currently in was back far enough as to where he didn't hear a lot of the chatter and banter from that area. It was more of a white noise in the background, so to speak. Overhead, a few lone seagulls cried aloud and circled off towards the sea, one of them heading towards the main street as well, most likely in an attempt to pick off some food from an inattentive guest. No one really seemed to mind the Vysttichi, but it wasn't too hard to tell that they weren't really paying him any heed at all. After all, he had ebony skin but so did one of their best businessmen in town. He was rude, and that was probably quite why they tended to avoid getting too close to Dimnersti -- not that they thought he was the scourge of Telath, but that they just didn't want to tick him off.

The house he had finally come to stand in front of showed of it's neglect rather bluntly. Like most upstanding houses in the good housing districts of Narim, it contained a stone exterior. Salty winds ate away at wood and warped it like nobody's business. Building houses with that was folly.. unless of course, they were for the slums district.
In the yard, the grass had become a bit overgrown but not terrible for some reason. Either it just didn't grow too fast, or people had been taking care of it for the sheer reason of not letting the overgrowth invade their lawns. A small cobblestone extension of the road led up to the house, which had one step and a small porch before it reached the door. An awning was intact overhead, most likely in an architectual attempt to shield the wooden door from the air itself... at least, as best it could be.

This house Dimnersti, or rather his daughters had come into the posession of was not without it's problems, though. The wooden beams that had helped support the railing around the porch looked as if they had been kicked in and were splintered a bit. In the left corner of the porch was a rusty and warped fishing pole. Spiderwebs had grown over it and practically incased the thing where it stood. The door itself had a few blemishes on it.. blemishes that looked to be results of attempts to force an entry.

When Dimnersti went inside (which was remarkably easy, considering the door was obviously unlocked and provided him with nothing for resistance), he'd find more cobwebs, actually. But that wasn't the important part; they were just.. er, decoration. The room directly across from the door was a living room, of sorts.. or so, it appeared. There was a rocking chair that.. for some reason, was devoid of cobwebs in the corner. a red rug was at it's feet, and the floor itself was overlayed in wood. It was pretty dusty inside. There was also a pair of stools sitting at a counter that jutted out into the room and served as a barrier.

On the other side of that barrier sat a kitchen. It seemed the owner themselves (or possibly someone else, considering Narim's crime tendencies) had taken the table, as it was no where to be found. An upturned chair was at the entrance, a pantry to the right of this unmarked entry. There was a window towards the corner, now covered with dust. A few cabinets were also around the room, and the general kitchen required appliances.. well, if you could call them appliances. It wasn't much, after all. Standard house.

To the left of the original room Dimnersti had entered into from the front wooden door, was a.. bedroom. Or at least, you could assume it must have been a bedroom. There was a closet in the right wall that was slightly open, another window to the front that looked back to the street and a few indentures in the carpet that looked like furniture had been sitting there previously. Beside the closet in the right wall was a small washroom, containing the essentials and not much else. There was a total of two cabinets under the island-like vanity space, complete with a 'sink' (again, if you could call it that, considering the dirt that had built up on it. Looked pretty nasty.) and a mirror that stood over it.

In the bedroom though, there was something wrong. Specifically, this abandoned house was not so abandoned. There was a guy, on a bedroll, asleep in there. He was laying flat on his back, left hand on his chest and mouth open. He was snoring, to boot. The closet creeked a bit and something rustled inside.
Apparently Mister Dimnersti had a few squatters that thought the owner was never coming back. Now, how he was going to deal with them.. that was another story.
What a first impression Narim could make on him right there. Disregard for people's property, mooching off other's like that! How rude.
Well, couldn't judge a city by two of it's inhabitants though, could he? That was yet to be seen.

[Dimnersti]

Well the condition of the house wasn't much of a suprise, it had sat empty so long after all. He would probly just gather up what was left int he house and smash it, kindling was always a good thing after all, the spider webs and what not wouldn't be to hard, and any other rodents could basicly just be smoked out. The squaters though.. well they were something else to be dealt with. he could just kill them.. but he's not really been in narim long, and removeing the corpses may be an issue. with a small shrug he settled with dealing with it the hard way.

"Ahem!" "May I ask what you happen to be doing sleeping on my floor?" He said in a polite but firm tone, his hand resting lightly on his blade.

[Trinity]

Well, they were squatters alright. Er, in the sense of that being what you called a person that stayed in houses they thought were abandoned and all.. Though literally, this guy here on the floor? Yeah, he was not squatting. He was like, passed outing or.. er, Sleeping-on-Dimnersti's-flooring. Anyway, that wasn't the most important thing. Important thing was..
"Ahem!"
That he had just roused the sleeping squatter from his sleep.

"Huh? Wha? Oh!" The big, overweight man that had been sprawled out with a hand on his over-large belly sat up and stared at Dimnersti with a kind of stupid look on his face. He was drowsy, to say the least.
Wait a minute. His floor? What in the.. Blasted it all!
"Davey! Davey!" He shouted, scrambling to look about him. Nope, windows were shut and all, no sign of anyone else. Something made the closet door creak, and the man scrambled towards it, grasping the bottom of the door and swinging it open.
"Davey!" He cried, in a somewhat bit of relief.
Apparently Davey was a halfling, with overly hairy feet that thought hiding amongst large cloaks and such in the closet was going to save him from Dimnersti. He trembled at the sight of the Vysttichi, scampering out into view with an over-large cloak on his head that trailed behind him like some sort of King's cape.

Hiding behind the big oaf that was seated on the ground, Davey decided it was best to take refuge from the purple-eyed, quite frightening man in front of him.
"Dis here fella says we be sleepin' on his floor, Davey." A little chatter of a voice came from behind him in response. The man had looked to the right so that he could half way see the figure that was currently swallowed in the cloak. "Err..uh.. Well Jake, maybe it is his floor. I-I mean, this was a-abandoned when w-we found it yanno." Jake shrugged and looked at Dimnersti again, his brow furrowed in thought. After a few long moments he got to his swollen legs. See, the clothing Jake was wearing looked quite beat up. The bottoms of his pant legs had been torn and his shirt was missing it's sleeves. He was basically your average slime ball.

Davey pulled the big cloak around him and hid behind one of Jake's legs (which mind you, given their size was not too hard).
"I," announced Jake, "Was 'Napping'. Who says this be your house anyways?! Been abandoned fer.. what now, Davey? How long we been here?" He tilted his head again to look for the creature behind him. "Erhm.." piped the little voice again, high in pitch and rather fearful.. "A-a few good months n-now."
"Yeah!" reaffirmed Jake, "A few months now, Darkie. Where the Aternia were ya? Leavin' yer house like dis, People these brigh'nins, eh Davey?"
Peeking out from behind the leg, Davey gave a quick nod from inside the hood that basically swallowed his little head. Just as quick, he pulled himself back behind his friend.

Didn't look like it was going to be too hard to deal with these dufuses. One that had the brain size of a peanut, more than likely, and one that was practically trembling at the thought of a big bad Vyssie staring down at him. Dimnersti had dealt with far worse. And heck, he might not even have to kill them.
Well, if it came down to it, Jake was too stupid, he'd probably run into the blade and help Dimnersti out (by accident, of course.). Then it was probably this Davey would cower, beg for his life and run like the dickens. What. A. Pair.

[Dimnersti]

Dimnersti frowned lightly as the two bits of trash conversed and moved about the room, He didn't pay much attention to their actual conversation, he mearly noted those bits wich were important. Though little of it was in the babble of these idiots.

"Why I leave my house in such shape really isn't of any importance." he said mildly rudely. Though it occured to him, he could probly use these two and seemingly treat them at the same time.

"Hmm, I relize I am depriveing you guys of a home, so perhaps we can compromise a little, I will give you a bank note for a thousand crowns or so, and all you have to do is gather up everything within the house and remove it. I dont care what you do with it, I just need it out. Should be more than fair." He said lightly

These bums would probly be happy to take what they could, hopeing to have things fall out of the sky for them instead of earning them like a proper member of society. A few hundred crowns, they were a small price to avoid the hassle of dragging this refuse out of the house should he just send t hem to their second chance in the afterlife.

[Trinity]

Davey peeked out again from behind Jake, the big cloak's hood practicially falling over his entire head and swallowing up all signs of his face. He gave a muffled, "Really?!" When Dimnersti mentioned how much he would give them. And all they had to do was take the furniture out! Awesome! Davey cheered and Jake scratched his head and then shrugged.
"Sounds like'a plan 'ta me, man." He finally replied, and the two of them got to work. Davey began to gather things up that were in the actual room -- he pulled a few more large things out of the closet, all articles of clothing and put them in a neat pile. He then began to roll up Jake's bedroll. Jake, on the other hand, lumbered past Dimnersti and began to remove the pieces of furniture that had been in the initial room. He was pretty strong for a big oaf.

Davey continued to teeter around the room, rounding it all up and compacting it as best he could. After all, clothing and bedding should be taken with anyone who is planning on being comfortable for a bit, yes? He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable under Dimnersti's gaze and tried his best to avoid looking at the Vysttichi at all. Dark Elves to little halflings, after all, were quite scary. There was a few bangs from Jake lifting things to take them outside from the next room over as Davey trotted off to take the things he'd collected up outside. Once he was done with that, he ran off into the kitchen and began to collect whatever little things happened to be left -- and mind ya, that was not a lot. Jake had already removed basically all of the furniture to the outside and was preparing to haul it away. It'd take him a bit, it would, be he figured he could probably haul it off to the Bottom of the Sea and find an abandoned home there to sleep in. Yeah, the Slums probably held a good old run down house that no one cared enough about to actually come back for that they could stash themselves in for a bit. When it was all outside, Jake worked on moving it down to a road that ran right behind Shvakkim Road, and from there pulled it over near 'The Outhouse', which basically marked the beginning of the slum districts.

When he had finally hauled it all over there, he was sweating. With Davey in the lead, they marched back over to Dimnersti's house and barged right back through the door. They'd go and find him, wherever he had moved to since they'd been hauling off the furniture. Davey waddled forward and looked up at Dimnersti, frightened once more of those purple eyes.
"W-we're through." He announced shakily. Jake punched at the air and then dropped his hand and held it open. "Yeh, we be done, Darkie. Where's yer end o'da deal?" How rude could he get? And why the heck would Davey put up with this guy? They were like, such opposites. Oh well.

OoC: My apologies for the wait & sub par post. Sunburn = draining & pain inducing. ><

[Dimnersti]

While the two dirty bums went about cleaning up the house. Heh a humerous little thing. Dirty bums.. cleaning. but while they worked to remove all the trash from the home dimnersti moved about opening all the windows and doors. His nose was used to the soft scents of fine perfumes or flowerly soaps. It was not acustomed to the stench of human filth and trash. had he been forced to remain in here for to long he would have likely been sick. The air was so stale and pungeant. After he'd aired it out for a day or two, perhaps he'd buy some dried flowers and fruit to help fix the scent. And perhaps some scented soaps to scrub the walls and what not with.

When the two finaly returned with their rude demand for money dim frowned. Now that they had done the work for him, he could just kill them, make it look like they killed each other in a fight for a hundred crowns or so. It would save him 900 crowns, and he would have the joy of sinking a blade into that rude peice of trash's heart. It had been so long since he'd sent a soul to the heavens so that they may seek redemption or a chance to be reborn with a clean slate. Then again it was a lot of hassle..

"Hmm, well to prevent one from ripping off the other.. I'll give you both a note for 500.. Perhaps if I need some simple quick labor again I'll hunt you two down." He said as he dug them both out a note for 500 crowns. sure he could have saved the crowns. But it was just easier. It wasn't as if it was many crowns to him. And with rumors of his generosity floating about it would make soem things within the city particularly easier.

[Trinity]

It was a good thing that Dimnersti was concerned with the smell of the house. After all, who would want to venture inside for tea when the place smelled as grotesque as it had? Seemed like his lovely "house sitters" were not the best of clean up duos in the world. But hey, they'd gotten rid of his furniture for him, and would probably spread the word that the new guy in town was alright. (Wouldn't you call someone who gave you five hundred crowns alright?)

Jake gave a sly grin when told that he would be getting five hundred crowns and accepted them greedily in his stubby, large hands. Davey did the same, but with less greed. He even managed a small pip of "Th-thank you!" before Jake punched a fist in the air and shouted, "Yee-haw, Davey-boy! Come on, we goin' inta'da Shvakkim this be-right-en-n." Davey jumped slightly and cheered in reply, and the two bowed low to Dimnersti. However, Jake was obviously just doing it to over-exaggerate himself.
"You do that, Mister. We'd always be willin' ta help ya." Oh, yeah, right. Maybe for crowns, he would. They were not nice folk (Jake, at least. Davey had potential of being a nice guy) and they generally loved their money. Too bad they were both too lazy to do anything about it, otherwise they might actually have some crowns between themselves. Oh well.

As they lumbered off, Jake hollered a gruff "Serale!" while Davey stammered on about how they would make sure to tell everyone how generous and kind the new guy to town was. A Vysttichi, nice! Like they would believe them. Or like Jake would let Davey try and tell someone about Dimnersti. He was more concerned with sleeping, eating, and not working. Which was actually what they were headed off to do anyway... Just leaving Dimnersti to take care of anything else that needed to be done. His house, after all. They hadn't created much of a mess, seeing there was no furniture left in the house, practically, for them to mess up. Poor Dimmy was probably just glad they were out of his white hair, though. And no one could blame him, really. Jake and Davey were about the biggest bums people in that part of the town, most likely. In fact, most neighbors would probably be relieved to know they were gone.. if the owner didn't happen to be a Vysttichi, unfortunately.
Oh well.

[Dimnersti]

Dimnersti shook his head as the two bits of human trash exited the house. Several of the windows were broken, and he didn't have the keys for the locks, even if they by some miracle still worked.

He would need to go hunt down a carpenter before he could really do much else. He would need to repair the roof, repair the windows and doors, as well as seal up any gaps in the walls. he'd want to see about possibly expanding as well. Three rooms was just so.. small.

Grabbing his pack and closeing the door behind him, Dimnersti went to find the closest carpenter he could to see about said repairs.