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**Sagni** · 07-30-2010, 03:24 AM

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Okay. So, they had many, many vaults! It was incredible! Even if she couldn't see any of those, it was all just a blur.

But, wait...was that a dragon she heard?

Yes, Sienna wasn't fond of dragons. Actually, Gringotts was nothing like those banks in America. They certainly held no dragons, and no carts. The carts were a fun part, though. Sort of.

But...they were arriving soon, weren't they?

Oh. Worry.

The cart quickly continued on its journey deeper and deeper in to depths of the vaults. Their journey was already approaching the second hour and they had safely navigated past Bunny. The dragon was due for a feeding and Quazi did not want to be anywhere near the 500's during that time. Rapidly the cart proceeded onward as the 600's finally came into sight.

Slowly the cart began to coast to a slow crawl. Inching its way to the end of the 600's, the cart came to a stop. Waiting for a completely stop, Quazi jumped up and grabbed the lantern. "Vault 695," Quazi nodded as she made her way toward the vault. Pulling the key to the door, Quazi placed it in the keyhole and turned.

After a series of clicks the vault door open and Quazi stepped to the side.

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

It wasn't so much the turns as it was the drops. And the breeze that then mussed his hair.

Preston gripped the seat tightly, closed his eyes and set his jaw as the cart whirled and dipped.

Blast the deeper vaults.

For some reason, Quazi found this trip to be rather amusing. It was fun to see the reactions of the wizards and witch on their journeys to their vaults.

As the cart continues pass the 500's in a blur, Quazi looked around. They had made it pass the den of Bunny. Quazi did not want to encounter said dragon on this day. No it was not the day for such an activity.

As their journey neared the 2 hour mark, the cart zoomed by the 600's. There was perhaps only 30 more minutes left on their journey. Quazi again began to whistle to herself as the cart entered into a series of drops and turns once again. Good think goblins did happen to have the stomach for such drops.

Finally, the cart began to slow and stopped sudden. Glancing about, Quazi hopped up and grabbed the lantern. With her free hand, she dusted herself off and motioned toward the vaults. "Vault 740 this way, sir."

Making her way toward the vault door, she pulled the key out and proceeded to open the door. With the key in place, Quazi ran a finger over the door before turning the key. A series of clicks could be heard from within the door as the door slowly began to open. Stepping back, Quazi moved to the side and motioned inside.

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

Aliceara had to give Quazi points. The little goblin had a sense of humor on her. It made things more enjoyable, even though she had yet to really make sense of what was zooming past in the dark. She imagined it was probably just vault upon vault, counting down into oblivion, but the darkness was pressing in. It wasn't causing stress, but she hoped her eyesight adjusted soon. Especially as she imagined she'd be taking this trip rather often, now that she had a vault and everything. "So do you make this trip often?," she asked, keeping the conversational tone she'd had since they'd first arrived in the corridors. It made things easier, not to mention it was quite easy to maintain in the situation. Pleasant goblins weren't exactly what she'd expected.

Coughing softly as the air got mustier, she resumed her attempts to see whatever they were zooming past, adjusting as the cart dropped slightly. They must be going deeper, but she'd somewhat expected that given her vault number. Higher numbers must be deeper. Her blue eyes widened in the darkness, though, as a faint roar sounded through the corridors. "Dragons?," she said faintly, unintentionally speaking her thoughts aloud. That wasn't exactly something she wished to encounter, and she found herself holding her breath as they zoomed over a little rise. "Are we almost there?," she asked, a bit louder and with the slightest note of hopefulness as they continued down. She really would rather avoid the source of that roar.

Quazi whistled to herself as the cart proceeded on its course. Hearing the voice of Miss Ravenswood, Quazi looked back. "Quazi makes the trip everyday. Some are longer than others, but it is always interesting." When one thought about it, Quazi did take the trip rather often considering what her title was. It was odd for some Vault Manager to ventured down into the vaults as much as she did, but again she was the type to actually enjoy what she did for Gringotts. It wasn't a task for her at all, it was just a way for her to be more hands on with everything.

Looking back forward, Quazi could see that they had just past the 500's and were on their way toward the 600's. It wouldn't be that long before their journey would be coming to an end. Their trip was already reaching the 2 hour mark as still and the faint smell of moisture was still lingering in the air. The distinct smell of dragon was also present as the cart entered into another cavern of drops and turns. Again the faint roar was heard. Oh it must be the end of Bunny's feeding time. Glancing back, Quazi nodded. "Oh yes, Bunny is the one that most see. Yet, we have a number of them around. Quazi does try to avoid them as much as possible." Goblins and dragons did not go together and Quazi did not want to be the meal to Bunny if possible. Looking back forward, Quazi shrugged. "We should be there shortly, yes it won't be long."

Proceeding on its way, the cart slowly began to level out as their journey neared its end. Coming to a stop, Quazi reached for the lantern and stood up. With her free hand, she motioned toward the vault as she hopped from the cart. "Vault 642, Miss Ravenswood," she announced as she stood before the vault and pulled the key out. Inserting the key into the keyhole, she turned it slightly as the clicks within the door began. With each turn of the key, a series of louder clicks could be heard until the door itself swung over. Stepping to the side, Quazi smiled and pocketed the key once again.

07-30-2010, 03:24 AM	#17 (permalink)
Sagni Gringotts Vault Manager Dugbog Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 102	Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Okay. So, they had many, many vaults! It was incredible! Even if she couldn't see any of those, it was all just a blur. But, wait...was that a dragon she heard? Yes, Sienna wasn't fond of dragons. Actually, Gringotts was nothing like those banks in America. They certainly held no dragons, and no carts. The carts were a fun part, though. Sort of. But...they were arriving soon, weren't they? Oh. Worry. The cart quickly continued on its journey deeper and deeper in to depths of the vaults. Their journey was already approaching the second hour and they had safely navigated past Bunny. The dragon was due for a feeding and Quazi did not want to be anywhere near the 500's during that time. Rapidly the cart proceeded onward as the 600's finally came into sight. Slowly the cart began to coast to a slow crawl. Inching its way to the end of the 600's, the cart came to a stop. Waiting for a completely stop, Quazi jumped up and grabbed the lantern. "Vault 695," Quazi nodded as she made her way toward the vault. Pulling the key to the door, Quazi placed it in the keyhole and turned. After a series of clicks the vault door open and Quazi stepped to the side. Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe It wasn't so much the turns as it was the drops. And the breeze that then mussed his hair. Preston gripped the seat tightly, closed his eyes and set his jaw as the cart whirled and dipped. Blast the deeper vaults. For some reason, Quazi found this trip to be rather amusing. It was fun to see the reactions of the wizards and witch on their journeys to their vaults. As the cart continues pass the 500's in a blur, Quazi looked around. They had made it pass the den of Bunny. Quazi did not want to encounter said dragon on this day. No it was not the day for such an activity. As their journey neared the 2 hour mark, the cart zoomed by the 600's. There was perhaps only 30 more minutes left on their journey. Quazi again began to whistle to herself as the cart entered into a series of drops and turns once again. Good think goblins did happen to have the stomach for such drops. Finally, the cart began to slow and stopped sudden. Glancing about, Quazi hopped up and grabbed the lantern. With her free hand, she dusted herself off and motioned toward the vaults. "Vault 740 this way, sir." Making her way toward the vault door, she pulled the key out and proceeded to open the door. With the key in place, Quazi ran a finger over the door before turning the key. A series of clicks could be heard from within the door as the door slowly began to open. Stepping back, Quazi moved to the side and motioned inside. Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger Aliceara had to give Quazi points. The little goblin had a sense of humor on her. It made things more enjoyable, even though she had yet to really make sense of what was zooming past in the dark. She imagined it was probably just vault upon vault, counting down into oblivion, but the darkness was pressing in. It wasn't causing stress, but she hoped her eyesight adjusted soon. Especially as she imagined she'd be taking this trip rather often, now that she had a vault and everything. "So do you make this trip often?," she asked, keeping the conversational tone she'd had since they'd first arrived in the corridors. It made things easier, not to mention it was quite easy to maintain in the situation. Pleasant goblins weren't exactly what she'd expected. Coughing softly as the air got mustier, she resumed her attempts to see whatever they were zooming past, adjusting as the cart dropped slightly. They must be going deeper, but she'd somewhat expected that given her vault number. Higher numbers must be deeper. Her blue eyes widened in the darkness, though, as a faint roar sounded through the corridors. "Dragons?," she said faintly, unintentionally speaking her thoughts aloud. That wasn't exactly something she wished to encounter, and she found herself holding her breath as they zoomed over a little rise. "Are we almost there?," she asked, a bit louder and with the slightest note of hopefulness as they continued down. She really would rather avoid the source of that roar. Quazi whistled to herself as the cart proceeded on its course. Hearing the voice of Miss Ravenswood, Quazi looked back. "Quazi makes the trip everyday. Some are longer than others, but it is always interesting." When one thought about it, Quazi did take the trip rather often considering what her title was. It was odd for some Vault Manager to ventured down into the vaults as much as she did, but again she was the type to actually enjoy what she did for Gringotts. It wasn't a task for her at all, it was just a way for her to be more hands on with everything. Looking back forward, Quazi could see that they had just past the 500's and were on their way toward the 600's. It wouldn't be that long before their journey would be coming to an end. Their trip was already reaching the 2 hour mark as still and the faint smell of moisture was still lingering in the air. The distinct smell of dragon was also present as the cart entered into another cavern of drops and turns. Again the faint roar was heard. Oh it must be the end of Bunny's feeding time. Glancing back, Quazi nodded. "Oh yes, Bunny is the one that most see. Yet, we have a number of them around. Quazi does try to avoid them as much as possible." Goblins and dragons did not go together and Quazi did not want to be the meal to Bunny if possible. Looking back forward, Quazi shrugged. "We should be there shortly, yes it won't be long." Proceeding on its way, the cart slowly began to level out as their journey neared its end. Coming to a stop, Quazi reached for the lantern and stood up. With her free hand, she motioned toward the vault as she hopped from the cart. "Vault 642, Miss Ravenswood," she announced as she stood before the vault and pulled the key out. Inserting the key into the keyhole, she turned it slightly as the clicks within the door began. With each turn of the key, a series of louder clicks could be heard until the door itself swung over. Stepping to the side, Quazi smiled and pocketed the key once again.