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| One Last Dance; Reserved for Griffin | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 3 2009, 05:21 PM (124 Views) | |
| Gambit | Aug 3 2009, 05:21 PM Post #1 |
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[Reserved For: Griffin Reave] Each footfall was a masterpiece of choreographed dance without flaw or error to see, and yet there was no music inspiring the motions of their performer; a graceful tiefling who was perhaps lighter on his feet than any other of his kind (or so he’d like to boast). He was a lone dancer in the still of the night, a cloudless blanket of dark violet veiled the heavens above him. And though he could see exceptionally well at night, his vision was aided with the flickering lamp-light on each doorframe of almost every building. Not that it mattered anyway, for his eyes were closed and had remained that way for the entire duration of his dance. A large razor-edged hoop swung from his hands and ankles, spun around his arms and legs, spiraled around his waist and even circled around his neck and its daring wielder performed such feats with seemingly no concern for his own well-being. But in fact, it was an act he had performed ever since he was a child, an act that made a more honest living compared to his current occupation as a thief. Gambit had consumed too much firewater tonight to steal. He was intoxicated but not too drunk to fail to realize his own capabilities, and thus found amusement in the desolate streets of Reine dancing alone. Time was slowing to a crawling pace. Minutes continued to pass but even after putting so much energy into his dance, the drunken tiefling still was not tired. Stopping his fluid movements with an even smoother halt, he began his search for something more amusing and more time consuming. Surely he knew of something to do in this boring old town? Gambit was planning to leave Reine relatively soon. He had been here all of his life and grew bored with what it had to offer. Stealing from ships and street merchants was fun for a while but he needed to move on to bigger and better places with bigger and better treasures. But for the time being, Gambit was still here in Reine and with what little time he had remaining, decided he would at least enjoy himself to the fullest extent during these last couple of days. He had a lust in his bones for action. It had been months since he swung his blade with intent to harm another. Gambit wasn’t out to kill, but a good spar would indeed suffice for consuming time and large portions of energy. With his ring blade carried in both hands behind his back, he wandered throughout the city hoping to encounter a traveling mercenary or adventurer, someone he could clash blades with. “One last dance before I bid thee farewell!” he chanted as if he were speaking to the town itself. And with that, he hastened his step in search of battle. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 3 2009, 06:48 PM Post #2 |
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In the back alleys of Reine, a creature of inhuman form scuffled down the darkened street. The shadowed figure was hunched over, as though unable to stand up straight, and held his arms out before him like some sort of animal, one hand grasped imperfectly around the shaft of a wooden pole, the top of which donned an orb upon which moonlight faintly glinted. For the rest of him, he kept to the shadows, but any to face him head-on could little deny one peculiar feature- the apparent branching of antlers that stood erect upon his human head. For the tail and the irregular structure of his arms and hind feet, he could easily conceal them beneath the length of his cloak, but for the antlers there was no hiding as they stood, plain as day, from the midst of his brunette hair. It was for this reason that he kept to the shadows, hiding from the moonlight so that fewer folk would see. Were one to see him here, none would doubt the shame in his form- a chimera, against his willing. Not that it were beyond his ability to suppress these inhuman traits; on contrary, he was a mage of some skill. Not much, perhaps, but enough to be able to hide his peculiarities. This was, however, not without some form of strain, like a person squinting often in an effort to see. Under the blanket of night, he took the opportunity to rest his power, accepting the disfigurement in exchange. Griffin Reeve, as the name he had adopted, strode the dark on clawed feet that, were the light to ever see them, would be coated in a furry layer of ashen grey. Same were his hands, up to his arms, and from his feet up to his haunches, leaving a human body all but where the serpent tail and stately antlers emerged. Once purely human, none other knew the beasts that had become part of his frame- save for one, but only a weasel whom paid his master's alteration little mind. As the alley found the street, Griffin shied into a corner, peering around into the lightened way with wary eyes. A frown creased his lips as he glanced in all directions, before darting out across to an alley on the side opposite, the distinct scraping of claws following his dash. Behind him, his tail flickered out from beneath his cloak, revealing itself for an instant, before he ducked back into the shadows of the next alley street. If he could help it, he would not be seen. None should know of the chimeric mage. (Aaah... sorry if that's not so well...) |
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| Gambit | Aug 3 2009, 08:46 PM Post #3 |
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Gambit’s pace was no longer as swift as before. His boots were wearing heavy on his feet, even though they still made little sound, if any, on the pavement beneath him. Time continued to tick onward while he continued to wander about the town without any particular destination in mind. He wasn’t tired, just tired of walking. It seemed as if there wasn’t a single soul awake in the entire town (a perfect night to steal had he not been intoxicated) and amusement might not be likely if he were the only soul striving through the night. Just as his shoulders slumped and a sigh of defeat fleeted from his hopeless frame, it sounded as if a beast were scraping at the ground just behind him. An alert Gambit spun around and caught a glimpse of the tail that belonged to the claws creating the noise. Am I being followed? he pondered, equipping his ring blade and dashing toward the alley where the critter ran. It had been ages since he had witnessed a monster in the streets of Reine. He was almost in disbelief. Approaching the alleyway, Gambit pressed himself against the wall and nudged himself closer to the edge, eventually coming close enough to peer around the corner to see if there was something there but… nothing. “Hello?” he called out, now standing in front of the entrance to the alleyway scratching the surface of one of his horns. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward, hoping to improve his vision enough to see into the shadows enough to find the thing with the tail. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 3 2009, 09:28 PM Post #4 |
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He had begun only to walk down the alley, when the sound of footsteps behind him drove him to a state of alarm. Another walked the moonlit streets of Reine, and it was Griffin's misfortune to scurry past them. Panic put him out of the state of mind to retrieve his cover, and anxiety set in fast. His claws scraped against the ground and he once again picked up speed, serpent tail emerging once more from beneath his cloak as he rushed down the alleyway. At the first open space, he made a turn, ducking in the small gap between two buildings to as far as he could manage. If only he had seen before entering the space that it led to a dead end. Turning around awkwardly, for the gap was barely wider than was he, he faced the exit with a frown, debating whether to rush back out or hope that whatever other entity would pass him by, unnoticed. A compromise was selected between the two options, as he warily walked back down the way he had come, claws more careful in not dragging along the ground as he went. When he got to the end of the building, he paused, before peering around the corner in the direction of the street. Upon seeing the other, only a silhouette against the light, he abruptly panicked and rushed back away, no longer planning any detours down unknown streets or pathways. His unaccustomed squirrel feet continued to make a scraping ruckous as he ran, staff held close to his side. If only he had known that this road ended in a dead end. His footsteps slowed even as he came upon it, staring at the brick side of a building in utter dismay. There was no where else left to run; he could make back for one of the side streets, but the last had been a great deal further than he was willing to go. Rather than risk getting caught by heading back the way he had come, his eyes caught sight of a stack of crates in the corner, behind which he promptly hid. A last-ditch effort at hiding was far better than getting caught, in his mind. 'Please don't let them see me...' He mentally pleaded, swallowing once before falling silent, pressed against the brick wall behind the stack of crates. For a moment, he managed to convince himself that the other would not look there- until his tail swayed around behind him, and shoved clumsily into the nearest boxes. The tower teetered beside him before the ones nearest him came toppling down with a noisy clatter, leaving a broken pile at his feet. "Oh crap..." |
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| Gambit | Aug 3 2009, 11:48 PM Post #5 |
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“Stop!” he called out as the figure he had been chasing revealed itself for just a brief moment before disappearing again down one of the dark alleys. Dashing after it at breakneck speed, Gambit found he was puzzled at the intersection of alleyways before him. Stomping one foot and dropping his weapon, he clenched at his hair and gnashed his teeth. Cat and mouse, though not his favorite game, was still a game and Gambit hated to lose. “Damnit!” he cursed his memory, releasing his locks of hair to equip his ring blade once again. He couldn’t remember which direction the creature ran so without memory, Gambit would need to rely on his senses to find his target. Learning forward with his arms outright behind him holding his blade and positioning one foot outwards to maintain balance, the tiefling sniffed in all directions but alas, yielded negative results. “Grugh…” he grunted, standing upright once again. No sooner than he turned to head back in the direction from which he came did the sound of a loud crash catch his ear, pulling him towards its direction. Hastening his pace to a fast walk, Gambit readied his weapon so that it could be swung with either hand should the fleeing monster surprise attack him. Gambit, attentive as he could manage in his inebriated state, made the last turn before finding himself before the ‘monster’ he had been chasing. The tiefling loosened his grip on his ring blade and stared though narrowed eyes and a cocked eyebrow at what he had been chasing. Towering above the pile of broken crates stood a cloaked figure just under six feet in height with brown and brunette hair from which antlers branched high off his scalp and if that wasn’t weird enough, a serpentine tail trailed off his curved spine. Though he wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at, it didn’t seem like it meant him any harm (or good for that matter). Gambit took a few steps towards the almost humanoid creature and offered it a friendly smile followed with a laugh. “Curious creature,” he addressed it, hoping it spoke common tongue. “for what reason do you run? And into the alleys of all places. It’s not safe through here. I thought you were a monster of some sort, lurking about the shadows and such.” He laughed again and attempted to shake his hand by holding his own towards him, taking notice at the orb atop his staff. “I’m Gambit.” he introduced, suppressing his desire to steal the gem. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 4 2009, 09:28 AM Post #6 |
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Griffin cringed as the other finally came upon him, recoiling back against the wall of brick. He stared at the other frightfully, uncertain whether or not they could see him in the reigning darkness. As for him, with his human eyes, all he could see was still a shadow. To reveal the figure, as well as to attempt to frighten them off, he took a step forward and waved the orbed end of his staff towards them, calling out a single command: "Illumus!" The orb lit up with an inner light, illuminating the area for but a second, before Griffin dropped backward in surprise. His staff, slipped from his poor grip, fell to the ground, the light instantly diminished within the glass orb. Meanwhile he, amber eyes wide, stared up at the shadow before him. He had not expected, for any moment, that the one pursuing him would bare... "Horns?" Gathering up his courage, he quickly gathered up his staff as well and stood, daring finally to approach the one whom had chased him down the alley. Each step was slow and gradual, evidently none-too-certain of himself in nearing this other. Barely, through the glint of moonlight, he could see the extended hand and, with a moment of hesitation, shuffled his staff from one hand to the other in order to extend the right one to shake. The hand that took Gambit's was, without a doubt, not human, as a furry hand with claws made contact with his own. "G-Griffin Reeve... I'm not a creature. I'm... I was... I used to be human." He frowned, drawing his hand away. Even with horns atop his head, this other being was far more normal-looking than himself. Which drew the question... what was he? Rather than risk being rude in asking, the mage let the question slide, opting to explain his suspicious hiding than to provoke further questions. "I don't... like to be seen like this." Peering out from the collar of his cloak came a slender furry head, disturbed by the ruckous of his panicked master. The weasel stared at the tiefling through beady eyes before calling out at him with a warning squeak. Griffin, feeling the head against his cheek, tilted his own head aside, and raised his free hand to gently stroke along the creature's back, careful not the get him with his claws. "Ssh, Quinn. It's alright." |
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| Gambit | Aug 5 2009, 01:37 AM Post #7 |
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As the abrupt light intruded his pupils, a startled Gambit stumbled backwards, dropping his ring blade to the cobblestone beneath him and as it clanged round and round like a coin tossed on a table-top, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head in an attempt to regain focus. At this time, the light had diminished and the unarmed figure before him announced his noticing of the tiefling’s horns. “Yes; quite the observer in such a quick amount of time. Fiendish blood tends to find a means of manifesting itself in some fashion in every tiefling. I was just fortunate enough to have horns, rather than some of the other grotesque and fiendish features. I can't imagine how much worse the townspeople might have treated me otherwise.” he joked, kneeling slowly to pick up his weapon. Gambit was pleased to find that the cloaked staff wielder was offering his hand now too, and without hesitation he took it and gave it a firm shake. He didn’t have hands of a human though. “Well, I should have expected something other than fingers.” he commented light-heartedly without the intent of offense. He listened attentively as the fellow explained how he used to be human. Seen like what? He couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps this Griffin Reeve fellow had more than one shape or form. A shifter? “Well I was never human and I love to be seen like this.” Gambit’s tone was matter-of-factly and a conceited smirk replaced his previous confused expression. “It’s a pleasure, Griffin Reeve.” he started, just as the weasel revealed itself. Gambit pointed at his horns and pulled his slumbering ferret from a pocket on his sleeve. “You and I have a lot in common!” With that, he returned the sleeping ferret to his pocket careful enough not to wake him and pranced up to Griffin as if he had known him for years and threw an arm around his shoulder, now carrying his weapon in his free hand. “Might I show you around Reine? There’s more here than just alleyways.” Gambit laughed. “Though, it gets boring after living here for almost four decades…” That last mumble wasn’t meant to be heard but he didn’t much care if it reached Griffin’s ears. “Come!” he commanded, beginning to march and dragging his newfound friend with him. He wasn’t sure where he’d be heading first but at this point in his life, simply moving forward was better than standing still. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 5 2009, 01:49 PM Post #8 |
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"A... tiefling?" Griffin mumbled, head cocked curiously to the side. He was unfamiliar with such a race, and could find no memory or recollection of having ever heard of such a thing. As a native of a remote island somewhere out in the middle sea, little news or information ever found his secluded people- they were blissfully ignorant of most things, and even tales of magic were but a seldom whisper. Were one to even attempt to practice such "dark" and "evil" arts, they would be banished from the village, or otherwise killed. It was that reason precisely that he was even in Soare. At Gambit's comment, he quickly withdrew his hand, frowning shamefully at the mutated limb. Self-conciously, he curled his tail up beneath his cloak, making an effort to hide it from view. If he could, he would hide his antlers as well, but alas, little could be done for the large branching pair. Carefully, watching the clutter at his feet, he made his way out of the center of the pile of broken crates, bare furry feet stepping carefully over splintered wood. As the tiefling produced something from his sleeve, Griffin could just make out the form of a sleeping mustelid. Quinn, with better sense than his master, extended his head out further in interest, sniffing eagerly at the air. "Um..." Griffin started, about to comment on how little in common it really was, until he found an arm around his shoulders. The weasel, with only a squeak of protest, vacated his place under Griffin's collar and clambered down his sleeve, dropping onto the bag that hung off the mage's shoulder and wriggling inside. Abandoned by his familiar, he looked to the other with teeth gritted in uncertainty. It was awkward enough having this individual see him in his mutated form, but to have him to close even... when he made his proposal to take Griffin on a tour around Reine, he promptly pulled away in alarm. "You... you don't mean where people can see me, do you? I can't go out there looking like this!" His paws curled as much into fists as they could possibly manage, as his heart started to race. He was borderline panic, which was doing him no favors as he closed his eyes, attempting to concentrate on returning his patchwork body back to a human form. Finding himself unable to only drove him over the edge, opening his eyes in a full blown panic as anxiety set in. "I can't go out there! I'm a freak! They'll think I'm a monster... they will... they'll..." He stopped then, staring hard at Gambit's horns. For a moment, the mage fell silent, before speaking softly, realisation having set in. "You don't care... do you?" Griffin took one deep calming breath, before walking back to Gambit with a heavy sigh. He shook his head all the while, disbelieving himself for now agreeing to be led about in view of seeing eyes, an apprehensive frown firm on his lips. "Alright..." |
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| Gambit | Aug 6 2009, 04:26 PM Post #9 |
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Had it not been for Gambit’s rush to introduce Griffin to the town of Reine, he would have loved to explain to the fellow what a tiefling actually was, but since he was intoxicated and eager to be his new friend’s tourist, Gambit’s horns would serve as the only explanation the cloaked man would get... for now anyway. Once Griffin snatched himself away from Gambit’s grip, he turned around and scratched his horn with a cocked brow. “Well why not?” The tiefling, in his inebriated state of mind, couldn’t understand Griffin’s reasoning for not wanting to take a stroll around town. Sure, he looked like a humanoid animal, but everyone was asleep, or so Gambit had discovered. “Of course I care. But if you’ll look up at the bright orb in the air...” he started, pointing up at the full moon hovering above them. “You’ll notice it’s not even a decent hour fo said “them” to be awake.” With that he gave the other a playful jab in the arm and continued walking forward. He smiled as the other followed and glanced around the passing buildings, figuring out what he’d like to show Griffin. Sadly, there weren’t many places of great excitement that stood out to him enough to even talk about. In fact, there were none. And just like a drunk, his emotions quickly changed at the drop of a hat. Gambit stopped abruptly and turned to face his newest acquaintance. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I plan on leaving... soon.” He sighed and poked out his lips. “Forgive me. I don’t mean to sound so... depressing. But I’ve lived here my entire life. I’m bored. Perhaps you should just tour without me?” Gambit began pointing in several directions. “There’s the boat docks. And over there, the tavern in which I live. There’s a few shops around town but they won’t be open until dawn, and you won’t have to worry about letting anyone see you. They’re all asleep, which is exactly what I’m going to do. Sleep... with the rest of this tired town.” He turned and headed off in the direction of home, looking back once to call out, “Forgive me.” And just a few moments later, the tired tiefling disappeared into the shadows of Reine to head home. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 6 2009, 05:40 PM Post #10 |
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Griffin blinked and turned his head up to peer at the sky. Following the direction of Gambit's finger, he found himself staring at the pale white face of the looming moon, and knew himself a fool for his worrying. What person in their right mind would be up at so late an hour? It was time that the normal human beings be tucked away in bed, not out wandering the streets for goodness knows what earthly reason. He jumped as his arm received a jab, but otherwise made no comment, following meekly after Gambit with a frown. At a slower pace, his claws did not drag, and so he managed to stride along quietly, like he was not even there. Or almost so, for there was little doubting that the fretful mage in fact existed; he was too much of a spaz at the present to just ignore. At the least, he seemed to be settling down, trailing along in Gambit's shadow- that was, until the tiefling spun around the face him, causing Griffin to take a startled step back. If the sudden interaction was not much, then the change in mood was certainly disconcerting. The mage did not know quite what to make of it; the other had been so ready to tour the town before, yet now he was backing out of it? After dragging Griffin already so far? "Uh.. what?" The talk about leaving and depression confused him. The statement had not sound so depressing to Griffin at all, as he could relate to the sentiment, dead set as he was to not stay in the town himself. He had a destination of his own in mind, to the City of Oracles, a place he knew not the direction of, as his only information came from eavesdropping. Upon hearing it described as a "mage city" from one party, however, he had become instantly transfixed on it. He would go there, no matter what it took. And here his tour guide was leaving, giving Griffin a few quick directions before heading on his lonesome way. The foreigner knew not why, but this sudden prospect bothered him, thus he rushed after the tiefling with dragging claws and tail waving like a long banner from beneath his worn tan cloak. "Wait! You can't just walk off like that!" He ran until he caught up to the horned one, grasping fast to his arm before his senses could direct otherwise. Catching his breath, Griffin's mind caught up with him quickly, and he was fast in releasing Gambit's arm. Tail curling up beneath his cloak once more, he set about trying to keep pace with the other, paws curling into near-fists. For one brief instant, he was all words. It had occured to him sometime between running and latching onto the half-fiend's arm that he might know the direction to the mage city. It was a question well worth the words. "You can't just walk off! Where are you going? I mean... from here? From... from... this place... whatever that name was. Rain! I don't know... I want to leave too. I'm heading for the City of Oracles." |
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| Gambit | Aug 6 2009, 11:36 PM Post #11 |
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As a firm grip latched onto the homeward bound tiefling, his destination in mind changed instantly at the thought of another, more peculiar sounding place. “City of Oracles?” he repeated Griffin, stopping abruptly and gazing up at the night sky as if picturing the place in his mind. He could imagine a land filled with an older looking generation dressed in robes, cloaks and each of them carrying staffs like the one Griffin was wielding. Perhaps a place with majestic statues, decorative water ornaments and large buildings - especially schools. In his mind, a place with a lot of buildings dedicated to knowledge and museums of sorts would make the most sense. After all, oracles were prophets and whatnot, right? Surely there would be ancient artifacts and historical documents worth a ton, all just calling out for me to steal them and sell them for profit? And on that note, the no longer depressed Gambit immediately grabbed his friend by the shoulders, bringing his face closer to Griffin’s to the point of their noses almost touching at their tips. With a large grin on his face (his look of money lust, no doubt) he exclaimed, “We must go there, Griffin!” He released the mage and twirled round in excitement, rubbing his palms greedily together as he thought of the gold he could be making. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind at once and though he was overwhelmed with these different emotions, one thought plagued him at a constant. “How the hell do we get out of here?” Voicing it didn’t make it any more easier to solve. “On foot would be too long... and I don’t have a horse.” Gambit brought a gloved finger to his chin and rubbed it as the wheels in his one-tracked mind began to turn, propping his elbow into his other palm as his free arm was now crossed over his chest. “Boats!” he exclaimed, throwing his gloved finger into the air with an ‘Ah-ha!’ sort of fashion. “We’re in a port town, Griffin! Boats come and go constantly. Do you realize how easy it could be to smuggle ourselves with their cargo?” All the while he was talking, his footsteps drew nearer and nearer to his companion and once he was before him again, he grabbed at Griffin’s shoulders and shook him out of excitement. “You and I, oh I can see it now! We’ll be traveling companions, heading to the City of Oracles. Tell me...” he stopped his rambling and now that he was completely attentive to Griffin, asked one final question. “-where is this City of Oracles?” |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 8 2009, 08:11 AM Post #12 |
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The mage leaned back as Gambit suddenly turned to him, grabbing his shoulders and putting his face rather uncomfortable close to his own. He was not quite certain what to make of the tiefling's exclamation, but went quietly along with it, especially as he was finally let go. As Gambit spun about, Griffin entertained the idea of just leaving him there, as he should have done in the first place, but there was little doubt that he would only be caught up to in no time, if not stopped then and there. Giving up on the notion, he submit himself to only watching, and then listening as the man started to chatter- more to himself than to Griffin, as the mage stood with little opportunity for input, not that he had any to give. As he questioned how they were to leave, Griffin cast an idle glance at his bag. He had honestly only figured on walking, being that he lacked any summons of an ideal transportation type. Gullinbursti was perhaps large enough to bare a rider, but the mage was resolved that the day he rode on a glowing pig's back was the day he gave up magic. It was simply out of the question. His thoughts drifted momentarily to his spellbook, the one from which he had first learned magic, and the spells that it had contained. In the time that he had had the book, his attention had been drawn quite frequently to the summons, and he had managed to call upon most of them, but there were still some left that he had never touched upon, let alone looked at with more than a passing glance as he flipped the pages. A shame, for now none of them would ever be summoned again, as before his escape from his intolerant island, his book had been seized and then burned. If there was a horse on those pages, he could not remember it nor its anchor. Now suddenly Gambit was talking of boats and smuggling, and Griffin drew from his own thoughts with a frown of worry. While he may not have known much about boats, he was fairly certain that smuggling was not exactly the most legal thing. The last thing he really wanted was to get in trouble again, but the idea seemed to have caught into Gambit's mind, and it doubtable that he could ever talk him out of it. "But-" He was caught by the shoulders again, this time shook about with Gambit's apparent glee. As sturdy as a limp doll in his hands, Griffin only stared at him blankly, officially lost in the situation... until the tiefling's last words. Promptly the mage's hand rose up with a smack, colliding into his forehead in exasperation. This was just too much. "I don't know where it is! I was hoping you did! I don't even know where we are, so I'm sure as hell not going to know the direction of some other place!" With a sigh, he turned away, shaking his head in frustration. He had not meant to raise his voice, especially looking as he did just then. If the town was asleep, it would do best not to wake them up by shouting. That in mind, he turned back to Gambit with a hushed tone, a hand still up to its fingers in his mess of hair. "And I would prefer it if we weren't to be sneaking on to someone else's vessel. I've had enough of breaking laws, so before I lose anything else meaningful to me, I'll be passing on the smuggling idea, thank you." |
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| Gambit | Aug 8 2009, 05:42 PM Post #13 |
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Gambit released his friend at once at the sudden outburst. He was utterly taken aback, literally cowering with his hands drawn to his face as if the other were about to strike him. He stood up straight as the other motioned away from him, grabbing at the locks of his hair before turning and speaking again in a whispered voice. By now, Gambit’s lips were poked out and his posture slumped as the other explained his preference of not hiding away in the cargo of someone else’s ship. “But we won’t get caught…” he whimpered, scratching again at one of his horns as he lowered his head to ponder. Gambit wasn’t about to walk to the oracle city, that was for certain. And there were no stables in Reine for him to steal a horse. Besides, even if he were to nab one, it was doubtful he could ride the thing. Gambit had never ridden horseback before. (At least not on a horse.) Giving up completely, he turned his back on Griffin and crossed his arms, throwing his nose into the air to continue to pout. “Fine! I’ll go to the City of Oracles myself, and I’ll get there much faster than you.” he whined. After saying that, he opened one eye and turned his head ever so slightly, just enough to bring Griffin into his peripheral vision. He was hoping he could persuade the chimera to hitch a ride with him on a boat, but it didn’t seem likely. “I just thought you really wanted to get there. Forgive me for trying to help you out. But don’t worry, once I arrive I’ll let them know that you’re on your way and should arrive in oh…. A couple years, maybe?” Gambit’s voice held a higher tone than normal, with a hint of fake sadness blended in. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Aug 9 2009, 12:47 PM Post #14 |
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Griffin's hand fell from his hair to cross with his other arm, folding across his chest stubbornly as his eyes narrowed at Gambit. No matter what the tiefling said, he refused to be talked into potential trouble. Walking out into clear view was one thing, but hitching an unwelcome ride was something completely different. As Gambit turned his back on him, the mage rolled his eyes at his words. Even if he did manage to get to the City of Oracles before Griffin... what did it matter? They had only just met. "You don't even know where it is." He remarked cooly, dropping his arms back to their respective sides as he started to walk past the pouting thief. Quinn, at the turn of his master's mood, re-emerged from his bag and crawled back up to his shoulder, turning back to the tiefling with a squeak. Griffin stopped then, looking back over his shoulder at Gambit. He shrugged his shoulders in a motion that disturbed the weasel, whom hissed his protest in the chimera's ear, and turned back ahead. He continued walking, not looking back. He almost felt bad; despite their moral differences, Gambit had only been nothing but nice to him. Was it really so wrong to hitch a ride on a ship uninvited? Of course it was, he had little doubt of that. Perhaps rather than leave him to it, he should have come up with an alternative means of travel that did not involve something illegal. But he was no better on ideas than the tiefling was. Perhaps if he knew exactly where he was going, he could figure it out better... But until then, it was time for parting. If it were the last he ever saw of the horned individual, then so be it. He had a more important future ahead of him- he would learn to be a true mage, the best anyone had ever known! Or such was his dream, if it ever were to become a reality. "Goodluck then, Gambit. May we meet again some day... in the City of Oracles." |
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| Gambit | Aug 9 2009, 05:18 PM Post #15 |
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True – Gambit had no idea where the City of Oracles was located. In fact, he wasn’t even aware which continent to travel to. But regardless, getting somewhere other than Reine would lead him one step closer at least. Surely someone somewhere he would meet might know of such a place. So, still stubborn with his decision to sail illegally, Gambit didn’t budge. He continued standing there with his back turned to Griffin, pretending to pout until the other changed his mind. To his surprise, Griffin did not. To be sure… he thought, eyes wide in amazement as Griffin walked passed. He dropped his arms to his sides with his mouth ajar, shocked that he couldn’t persuade his persistent friend. “In the City of Oracles!” he called out after him, laughing lightly in disbelief. Gambit liked this fellow. He was set in his ways, and far more interesting looking than anyone else he had ever met in Reine. For now, Gambit could only look forward to their next meeting and wish his new friend well. “Well… guess it’s time for bed?” he reckoned, collecting his ring blade and heading off towards the tavern. Gambit was happy to have found a friend. Though their paths were diverging, the drunken tiefling knew they would meet again someday. ’Til then, my friend. he spoke inwardly as if he were addressing Griffin. ’Til then! [Continued at: Beginning of the End] |
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