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Post by Birch Redwood on Mar 6, 2006 18:21:53 GMT -5
The warm midday sun beat down on Birch's back comfortably. She wore her usual cheery smile, and her dark hair bore the normal bronze tint it picked up from the golden rays. Today she wore a long, navy green dress that picked up the wind and flowed behind her beautifully, and her leather knapsack of supplies bounced on her back in a steady rythm.
Birch's large brown eyes glanced around and lit up, pleased, when she noticed several men staring at her. She grinned and sent them a small wink and a wave, as she often did, before straightening up her posture and continuing to walk towards the marketplace. She had recently been given a small bag of gold from a kind elderly woman for giving her some spare bread in her bag.
"Hello," Birch told a man in the marketplace. She preferred talking rather than communicating with her mind, because it was so much easier to talk to people! "Might I ask how much this beautiful necklace is?" She pointed with a small finger at a lovely silver locket.
"As much as you want, m'lady," the man replied with a sly grin.
She giggled, placed the bag on the table, and clipped the shining locket behind her waves of hair, and walked off happily.
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Post by Nekaro on Mar 11, 2006 15:40:53 GMT -5
It was good to be back in Taeshea, the capital of Pleo. Nekaro's eyes darted from side to side as he walked, but unlike usual, he wasn't on the lookout for danger, simply taking in the sights. The familiarity of his surroundings was very reassuring. It hadn't much changed since he was last here, months and months ago, though of course there was a whole wealth of new faces.
He walked past a girl who seemed to have just bought something from the marketplace, and browsed the stalls himself expressionlessly. He saw plenty of pretty trinkets - the selection had gotten more exotic since he last looked - but he had no money to buy anything. Not that flowers and pretty jewels particularly attracted him anyway.
He turned his back on a vendor who had been trying to sell him a charm to go on the gold chain around his neck, and scanned the passers-by. No staring here; he was a new face as far as they were concerned. Even the ones he recognised probably didn't know him. The surroundings were familiar, but otherwise, it was the same as if he had walked into a new city.
Well, that was fine by him. He wondered if the same inn was still renting rooms to travellers. It would make a change, sleeping in a bed tonight, for sure.
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Xytanica
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Post by Xytanica on Mar 30, 2006 13:45:17 GMT -5
Eliptica Walked through the city of Taeshea, marveling at the sights and sounds. She could here people chatting with friends and neighbors, people haggling with the vendors, people settling on prices and carrying away their purchases. She looked around and saw the wide range of rather exotic goods that were for sale by smiling vendors offering their wares with enthusiasm. She stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, and inhaled with her nose.
A wide range of smells assaulted her nose; freshly baked bread, the smell of humans, dragons, kurash and a variety of other races, the mineral small of the precious metals sold in bracelets and necklaces.
"I think this bracelet would look lovely on that slender exquisite wrist o' yorn." a voice called to her, breaking into her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open, revealing jade green orbs. She turned toward the vendor, her silvery white hair swaying in the breeze.
A jewelry stand with a wizened old vendor was beside her, and the old man was offering a gold bracelet of some kind. She was about to politely decline, when a flash of firey brilliance caught her eye. She took the bracelet from the man and examined it. It was in the shape of a snake biting its tail, and its eyes were of a deep blood red stone. She sniffed it, and it smelled of diamond... 'Blood diamond?' she wondered, and aske dthe man for his price. "Norm'lly it'd go fer 60 gold, but fer ye, an exception. 20." the vendor said.
Eliptica nodded and dug into her money purse, producing the coins. He took them and as he did the silver crescent moon on her forehead caught the light. "Yer a unicorn o' th' Royal Family miss?" he inquired. She nodded and dissappeared into the crowd before he could comment further.
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Post by Aru on Apr 1, 2006 10:24:05 GMT -5
Aru walked down the street, ignoring the glances some of the men around her gave. She swung her hips side to side on purpose. She may have wanted their looks, but she wasn't going to return them. She and Gladia would not be taken lightly. She stared at the crowds of people. The huddled rush hour masses were like a trail of ants to her. She cared nothing for them. [/color]
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Post by Nekaro on Apr 2, 2006 11:19:24 GMT -5
But it wasn't night yet, and Nekaro wanted to get reacquainted with the city that he once knew very well. He wandered around the marketplace, watching various transactions take place. Snatches of nearby conversation reached his ears above the general babble, but nothing really caught his attention until a stall vendor said, "Yer a unicorn o' th' Royal Family miss?" Nekaro started and his head turned slightly in the direction of the voice. Slowly he turned enough to catch the woman - well, unicorn - in question disappearing into the crowd. Her back was turned so he couldn't look for the crescent moon on her forehead to see if it was true that she was a unicorn of the royal family. He'd heard of unicorns, but never seen one. He began to walk, going in the same direction as the unicorn. He wasn't following her, but if he could catch another glimpse of her, it would be cool.
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Damien
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Post by Damien on Apr 3, 2006 15:55:10 GMT -5
Pushing frantically through the crowd behind Aru was a young man with flaming red hair and an exhausted smile on his face. "Aru! Wait! Your money-purse! You left it at the table!" He followed behind the girl with the black hair and massive sword and waved a small leather bag frantically above his head. "Pardon, Sorry, put ice on that when you get home. Aru!" When he finally caught up with her he panted. "Whew, crowded today."
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Post by Aru on Apr 3, 2006 17:14:21 GMT -5
"More than," she responded, snatching her purse from him without so much as a thanks. She curled her nose at a street urchin passing by and threw her hair back from her shoulder. "You really should learn to keep up better, Damien," she added, batting her eyelashes in a girlish gesture. Really, he was the most fun of all to keep hanging, all times holding the scissors next to the cord.
Replacing the purse on her hip, she nodded to a tavern nearby. "I'd like to get out of this crowd. They're almost as bad as boats." She made another face at the sea of bodies.
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Damien
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Post by Damien on Apr 3, 2006 19:59:33 GMT -5
"We would need to leave the city to do that. This place is a veritable living sea! Ouch! Bumbling...!" One of the horde of people had carelessly stepped on Damien's foot with heavy armored boots. "What do you suggest we do? Take a side alley? We certainly can't just clear this place of people. Ooof! Watch where your going!" Damien was of course being taken advantage of in the crowd. By now he was probably missing his wallet and several maps of the city which could be resold at a good profit. Damien was no stranger to pickpockets however and had thefted a few wallets himself.
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Post by Aru on Apr 3, 2006 20:07:03 GMT -5
"Oh, watch and learn," she answered with a mischievious grin. She slipped almost like water through a crack, out to the side of the street. People didn't want to be chopped down by Gladia hanging across her back. Dangerous Aru was swept by the current, off to the side of the ever-moving waves of men and women. She stood, once escaping, in the doorway of a tavern, one hip thrust out to the side, a few men glancing over and then banging into someone in front of them as a simper escaped across her dark red lips. [/color]
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Damien
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Post by Damien on Apr 3, 2006 20:19:10 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Damien, a rapier didn't have as much shocking power as a greatsword and he had to push his way around behind his love as the parting waves crashed right back in behind her. He entered the bar with his hair slightly dishelved and his tunic slightly ruffled. He panted as he doubled over beside Aru. "Well.... *pant*... at least... *pant*.... we won't be short of money.... today." He sighed and sat heavily in a chair. "What do you want my love? I'll be paying."
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Post by Aru on Apr 3, 2006 20:32:17 GMT -5
Aru sighed and swept down with as much dignity and grace as she always possessed. How else could she get by the way she did? She laughed inwardly at Damien. What a mess. "Oh... really I couldn't." Which simply meant she wasn't that hungry. "Just something to drink really would be nice." Once again she swept the long, dark curtain of hair out from her face, eyes as icelike as ever. How could such polite words from such a lovely lady hold so much venom?[/color]
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Damien
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Post by Damien on Apr 3, 2006 20:44:32 GMT -5
"Bartender? We would like the finest champagne if you please?" The bartender looked at Damien gruffly. "Wot de' 'ell are you goin' on abou' you nitwit? Does this loo' like da' bloomin' duchesses private storeroom? We don' stock none o' that fancy pants swill 'ere guvna'." "Brandy?" "Brandy 'ee says! No you twit! We don' stock brandy!" "... What do you stock good sir?" "Well, we got mead. And some Emon Blood Wine, and some... You know what? I got somfin' for ya guv, since you been civil about it." The bartender dissapeared and came out with a dusty bottle of very old looking wine. "Year 2323. Very good year guv, They built the Rementhos academy on that day, and the evil wizard Agamanon was slain. It'll only cost ya.... 400 gold coins for da' bottle." "Done, here you are dear. Fine wine paid for by one who's love for thee is deeper than the oceans." The bartender hastily cleaned off a few shot glasses and placed them on the table. Damien raised an eyebrow at the unelegant cups and sighed. "Well, cheers."
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Post by Nekaro on Apr 4, 2006 14:13:43 GMT -5
Nekaro soon lost the unicorn in the crowd, but by following her he realised he'd wound up at the place he was going to head for anyway: the inn. Well, it was more of a bar, but they had beds. It was worth having a bed to offer to drunks who wanted to crash for the night and travellers who were passing through, as they could usually sell a drink or a meal to the latter as well. Nekaro's stomach was empty and it rumbled as he pushed open the door. Thankfully the slight sound was covered up by the noise of talking inside; he hoped that it didn't do that again in a hurry. Though it probably would, seeings as although he would very much like something to eat, he didn't have the money to pay for it. He would only just have enough to pay for a room as it was; after this he would be skint and would have to look for somewhere to earn money. Still, he didn't want to straightaway hire a room. He'd stay down here for a bit and see if he could catch sight of some familiar faces. Nekaro seated himself at an empty table and leant his chin on his hands, his eyes flicking around the room.
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Post by Aru on Apr 4, 2006 15:12:36 GMT -5
Aru scowled at the shot glasses. Everything about this place was dust. That would never do. But, one of the many tricks she'd learned was about to some in handy. She tapped the side of the items in question with her finely manicured nail, and a high pitched ringing resonated through the air, causing those nearby to throw angry and questioning glances at the pair until they saw the beautiful, sweet and innocent, I don't know what's going on look on Aru's face. The perfect act. The small shot glass molded and formed itself taller, stretching thinner until it was a wine glass. "Ah, now that's better." So she couldn't move mountains, so what? Her bit of sorcery was the fine tuned every day sort. The kind that could emphasize her own natural beauty, or get her what she needed when she needed it.[/color]
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Damien
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Post by Damien on Apr 4, 2006 16:15:29 GMT -5
"Lovely." Damien lightly tapped the side of the wine bottle and it instantly chilled. Unlike Aru he hadn't chose a career as a sorcerer but he had learned minor feats of magic as a noble child. He poured the deep amber colored wine into the glasses and stoppered the bottle again. "So, where do we go from here my love?" Though it was obvious that Damien was exhausted, he didn't seem to notice it. It was how it was.
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