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| Guess | Jun 15 2009, 11:49 PM |
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The shadow magician had wanted to visit the city of Ildri; just as he had wanted to visit every city that he heard rumors about. However, now that he was here, he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the sights. In fact, he didn’t seem to be paying attention to much of any of his surroundings. A small black book was held in his left hand, the cover immaculate and shiny, possessing that ‘new’ look. His head was bowed; face much closer to the pages than need be considering his eyesight was nowhere near fading. His footsteps were silent and that, combined with his currently aloof demeanor was simply begging for collisions with anyone who happened to be on the road that day. Fancy footwork kept that fate at bay however as he managed to weave through busy crowds and expertly dodge moving carts and stationary food stalls. Only a few people seemed to pay the strange male any attention and those who did shook their heads pitifully as it soon became clear to them that he had no idea where he was going. It was a wonder if he had a destination at all; a good five times he had passed by the same stalls, strolling down the same street; his origin changing with each lap. Once, a good samaritan approached him, asking if he were lost, but Razi merely waved her away, muttering ‘busy, busy, busy’ to himself before disappearing round a corner only to appear once more ten minutes later. Eventually, the magician stopped appearing, his legs taking him in a new direction to explore other areas of the city. Still though, the one on this walking tour paid no attention and as one curious brow raiser remarked to a friend, there was nothing written in the book he seemed so occupied with. After a short while of this, his odd behavior began to end. The magician stopped in his tracks as a conversation seemed to break the spell that blocked out all outside distractions from his ‘reading’. His gaze did not avert from its focus and he very gently flipped to the next, still blank page in his book before he interjected himself into the situation at hand. “Ehhhhh? See what, your shameless display of a lack of ethics? No no, none here have seen that…” The voice of the magician cut through the scene with ease, his tone sharp, curt and sarcastic. The two guards paused in their actions, momentarily surprised by the swift response to Bullik’s comment and neither of them really knowing exactly how to respond at first. The bolder of the two turned towards where the voice had come from, eyeing the tall, robed newcomer skeptically as still seemed to be absorbed with his book. “Hey, she consented! Back off.” The guard barked, his words only seeming to garner a response of dark laughter from the one with the overly bandaged face. Razi lowered the hand that held the book slightly, his mirror-like eyes rolling up to focus on the guards. “Karma is a terrible thing after all.” He mused aloud, his tone tinged with sadness as if what he spoke of had already taken place. “Such fine men such as yourselves… Would be a shame if you fell victim to it.” He shook his head, raising the book back to its original location in front of his face, his next string of words followed by a more subdued version of his dark laughter. “Yes… A terrible shame indeed.” |
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