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    Blame it on Bad Luck; For Illid! (Autumn)
    Topic Started: Nov 21 2011, 09:46 PM (272 Views)
    Cricket
    if love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

    Cricket truly hated going into town, but it was necessary assuming she wanted to continue eating and drinking cheap wine. Eldahar’s beautiful vine-draped buildings had regained a lot of their original luster, but still she did her best to walk down side streets and through alleyways. It was always hard for her to navigate crowds with her heavy limp, and she couldn’t take the staring from children at he thick leather mask that hid the left side of her face.

    She leaned heavily on her staff as she walked, humming a bit as she meandered down the narrow space between two shops. Her apparel had changed a bit in honor of her outing, trading her pants and gray top for a plain white dress. It hung off her narrow shoulders, a V neck showing just a little skin though it was not scandalously low, a zagged hem line hanging just above her knees, and under that her feet were clad in the same brown boots. Her black caplet was wrapped around her shoulders, the brown buckles fastened in front, hiding the majority of the garment. Her wardrobe rarely varied into such feminine clothing, but for some reason or another she had decided a trip into town was worthy of her wearing the one and only dressed she owned.

    The wind tugged at the hem of her dress and she paused to pull her hood up, glancing back at Hugo who was carrying a fresh horse femur in his jaws, tail wagging and seeming generally pleased with their little outing, <What’s left? A few bottles of wine, some bread, a hunk of meat, then home? - Oh we should get venison, I enjoy Venison.> The dog, as large as a small horse bantered on idly through telepathy, but since no one else could hear him Cricket looked a bit mad responding out loud “Maybe. I don’t really want meat for some reason...”

    A little boy sort of stared up at her weirdly, pudgy cheeks pooching out in a grimace as he asked his mother, “Mama what’s wrong with her face?” The words were enough to make Cricket stop, pretending to turn and look in a store but in reality she just didn’t want to hear the mother’s response. The shop she found herself in was full of curiosities, so many so that she couldn’t resist entering. It had all manner of amulets and talismans, snakes in baskets, peacock feather quills...

    Her eyes danced across the scene, amused while Hugo reluctantly laid down outside, growling at those he watched him for too long and chewing eagerly at his fresh bone, eyes closing a bit.

    Her hands were wandering the items, she picked up a little green stone carved to look like a curled snake, turned it over in her hands, feeling each intricately carved scale before she fumbled and it fell to the floor with a clatter. The store owner looked up from an upside down book and heaved an annoyed sigh while Cricket quickly stooped to pick up the artifact and return it to the shelf she’d found it on. Her head tilted and she craned her neck, peering at something way in the back of one of the tall shelves.

    Carefully she reached out, propped against her stick to avoid having to put weight on her bad leg. When she withdrew her hand there was a gold sailor’s telescope resting in her palm. She turned it over curiously, there were little figures engraved in the gold, symbols of luck and wealth. Still even as she investigated the treasure the sound of applause met her ears. She moved around a couple shelves, staff hitting the wood floor with a resonating thunk thunk thunk, and finally she came to see a little cluster of onlookers, grouped around what she could only guess was a magic act. She moved to stand on the edge of the audience, eager to see what all the fuss was about.
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    What had possessed him to come to this crowded city again? Ah right, boredom. After his prior night of agitation at the brothel he'd briefly visited Illid had decided he should actually get some work done. Fortunately for him work consisted of playing tricks and ensnaring the minds of susceptible victims, so it was less of a chore than it sounded. A slight chill floated on the fair winds of the day but it was fortunately not cold enough to put off the demon's mood. The cuff was clasped onto his ear with the dangling chain anchored with the onyx stud pierced through his lobe. His shirt was a deep blue, long sleeves tucked into elbow length gloves with intricate silver designs, twisting and curling, interlacing along the arms of the fabric. His pants were black, hanging over similarly colored shoes. Only one brown belt was tied about his hips and a pouch was tied to it that hung off his hips.

    There was no delay in his plans today. The demon had located a rather peculiar little shop that would no doubt cater to a clientele base vulnerable to his brand of entertainment. The shop owner had been reluctant at first but Illid had swiftly coerced him with a little demonstration of his own. He'd taken a small porcelain statuette and made the man think it was walking back and forth across the counter, very much as if it had come to life. Of course the illusion faded and all too suddenly the object was 'back to stone' but it had been fancy enough to get him permission to perform within the shop.

    A table had been procured and cleared to use as a platform for some objects to be used. After all the tricky part of these acts was getting people to believe they were magic and not just someone making them hallucinate fanciful and sometimes terrifying illusions. The three orbs he generally carried with him, opaque and glossy with the three different colors of red, green and blue, adorned the table along with a few more of the statuettes from before seeing as that had seemed to go over so well. His viper companion was coiled beside the orbs with his head raised, looking around and tasting the air with his thin black tongue. Mostly he was there to grab attention, but also to guard the money box just beside him.

    The usual trickle effect took place then. One or two curious children would wander over despite the sighs of exasperated parents, and then they too would be drawn into the act. He started with usual colorful flare, puppies and kittens and flowers bursting forth from the orbs that made people laugh and applaud, and of course draw a bigger crowd. The illusions came more complex the, Illid's concentration increasing as he worked to accommodate the increased number of people. Fortunately it was only as many as could fit in the store so his abilities weren't stretched.

    The crowd awed as a dove flew up into the air, swooping around and cooing before it landed on the table. It promptly burst into a cobra, blood and feathers flying as they were replaced by scales. This scared off a few children but some of the adults were intrigued, applauding.

    "That...did you actually hurt that bird?? That's cruelty to animals!" A blond haired girl accused, looking terribly upset by the dove that had been 'killed'.

    As Illid's attention shifted to her the cobra disappeared. His eyes narrowed and an eerie smile crossed the demonic visage as he focused on the girl. No one else would be able to see as the snake that had previously disappeared slid around her neck, wrapping and wrapping, not tightening but arching up and hissing in her face with its hood flared.

    A shriek left the woman's lips and she scratched at her throat, stumbling back. A few people just stared at her in concern but then laughed to each other in confusion when they saw she had nothing on her at all.

    "Some can't really handle this type of magic...they get upset..." Illid said dismissively, the crowd chuckling.
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    Cricket
    if love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

    Cricket stood awhile, amazing by the tricks with her head tilted ever so slightly, leaning heavily on her staff. First there was an abundance of sweet smelling blooms, cute pudgy little puppies and fluffy kittens. It was a bit silly of course but Cricket used her empathy on a woman standing near her and allowed the woman’s joy to feed her own. The children were all crowding the man a bit, eager for the next trick and it came all too soon.

    The dove circled and Cricket watched its flight with a small smile, but her eyes widened a little as, in a burst of gore and plumage a cobra replaced the innocent bird. One little boy actually yelled and hid behind his mothers legs, but blinked peeking from around them as he saw that everything was okay. And it was- at least, for that moment. Cricket had been about to leave, in the middle of withdrawing her empathy when a sudden burst of terror made her heart pound.

    The woman stumbled backwards, scratching at her neck and pawing at the air and Cricket felt panic overwhelming her senses too, eyes closing tight she ended the emotional connection as fast as she could and turned, surprised by the light nervous laughter. His explanation too, made her grind her teeth a moment before she said quietly, “You did something...”

    She couldn’t be certain, really, she hadn’t been able to see whatever had startled the woman. All she could dwell on was that the fear had been very real, eyeing his little set up with sudden anxiety she nudged the man next to her, palm sweaty as she held the small gold folding telescope. “We shouldn’t be here.” The man just gave her a look, eyebrow raised, and turned back to the stage.

    Cricket wanted to turn and leave, but she found her mouth opening again, the small confidence she had found in the last few weeks prompting her to gather her courage and ask as politely as she could, “What kind of magic are you doing, exactly, if it scares people so much?”
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    Various dissatisfied customers and naysayers were normal occurrences at Illid's shows, but this strange girl was something a bit different than what he was used to. While everyone else had been generally bewildered by the woman whom he'd made believe she was in imminent danger of a snake bite was simply being hysterical, this new arrival seemed to take her panic and fear as genuine. This wouldn't be so curious if not for the fact that the basis for this fear was in fact valid and Illid was the only one privy to that, or was supposed to be, anyway. What sort of abilities did this new individual possess that made her so sure something terribly wrong was transpiring here?

    "What kind of a magician would reveal his secrets? Not a very good one I'd think..." Illid answered Cricket in amusement. The crowd awed a bit as he made a statuette walk in front of him, having to focus more with the number of people he was influencing. Instead of him continuing on the statuette placed its hands on its hips and spoke instead, a little squeaky voice leaving it.

    "These shows are only for those brave enough to see them! Scaredy cats should go home!"

    The little statuette was back in its place and stationary as soon as it finished speaking, the gathering of people laughing a bit and applauding the display.

    As Illid took a moment to allow people to give him money his eyes wandered over to Cricket. She looked normal, non threatening, not someone he should have to worry about at first glance. Beneath all that, however, there was something else...and certainly some reason she was hiding the other half of her face. His immediate assumption, and hope, in fact, was that she had some terrible disfigurement.

    All seemed to be transpiring normally despite the little hiccup with Cricket's interruption, people taking out a few spare coins to place in Illid's box. However the girl would notice, out of her peripheral vision perhaps, a man beginning to scratch at his face. Initially this was not alarming, just a little twinge in his tactile sensations that needed addressing, perhaps a raw spot from shaving, but this mundane display did not last long. The scratching swiftly became more insistent. The blunt, dirty nails of the man began to dig into face, scraping and reddening his stubbly flesh before it actually began to tear away beneath each dig of his fingers. Blood trickled from his cheek down to his chin and neck as chunks of skin tissue were idly torn away to reveal sinewy muscle and bone. Most peculiar of all, neither the man nor the bystanders seemed to take notice of the revolting act.
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    Cricket
    if love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

    Cricket’s eyes turned away as she was mocked not only by the magician, but by a petite statue with a squeaky little voice. Still she said quietly, “A good magician down’t use his tricks to terrify innocent people.” Her bangs fell over the masked side of her face, hand squeezing the little treasure she’d found. Even as Illid watched she looked at the door four or five times, as if to make sure it was still there. Hugo was outside still gnawing his bone with a lazy boredom. He hated when Cricket went in shops, not only could he not follow, but he knew any moment she would emerge slightly panicked and have to spend half an hour in silence, breathing the fresh air and just trying to slow her pounding heart.

    She turned to move to the man at the counter, intending to merely purchase the gold sailor’s telescope but her eyes caught sight of the man first. Her head tilted a bit but her eyes widened as he began to tear away at his own flesh. Her breath caught but she reached out with her empathy. How was this happening- he felt no pain, no fear, so she turned her eyes back to Illid and narrowed them.

    Her hand, however, slid up to touch the brown mask on her face, scratching along the edge of the leather as if in imitation of the illusion. Her heart was in her throat- trying to keep her composure as she puzzled about the cause for her apparent madness. The owner of the shop set his book down and asked her, “Alright, Cricket?” It was not uncommon, after all, for people she didn’t know to call her by name. She was quite recognizable and well known for her craft.

    “I-I’m alright, just don’t like being closed in.” She told him, turning her back to Illid with the intent of leaving, though she paused again, touching the little snake stone she’d put back before and looking back at her show, eyes a bit narrowed, confused and curious. Still she approached the counter and set the artifact down, fumbling in her pockets from the proper amount of coin. Her breath felt tight, but she did her best to keep form rushing out of the store. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

    She paused, frowning, “I’ll have to come back for that, I don’t think I have enough.” She picked it up and set it on the shelf once more, though glanced again to see if the mans face was still torn apart before heading towards the open door.
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    For now the show was concluded, as Illid had grown bored with his easily satisfied audience. Aside from that girl. She kept speaking too, just loud enough for him to pick up her words. She was really so dissatisfied with his actions hmm? Something about those kind of people, the ones who fancied themselves on a higher moral ground because they wouldn't dream of doing these things that they considered 'mean' or 'unnecessarily upsetting'. Such notions of a higher state of being were illaudable to him, and certainly marked those who believed they were part of that hemisphere of reason were clear targets for his own brand of entertainment. Why should he be admonished just because the things that amused him were often looked upon as...cruel? He didn't share such sentiments.

    Even curiouser than this girl's claims to moral superiority was her reaction to the little illusion he had created for her. Though initially Cricket did as he'd expect, the widening of her eyes, the tensing form, but she neither screamed nor tried to question the man about his actions. For some reason she seemed able to grasp that what she was seeing was less than real and did not need her immediate concern. Strange...just what abilities did this masked woman have?

    Despite having witnessed Cricket's reaction to this he had made sure not to outright stare at her across the crowd. That would have made his intentions far too obvious. Instead he began to pack up his belongings and pay her no mind, as if he were simply done for the day and having little need to remain in the shop much longer. The coin box was closed and tucked safely inside his pack and his little props soon came to follow. Each glass orb was carefully wrapped in a cloth before it was placed within the safety of his pack. As he did this he kept track of Cricket out of his peripheral vision, casually sparing a glance to her when he was sure neither she nor the shopkeeper was paying attention.

    Her response to the man's empathetic inquiry caused him to arch a brow. So she was worried about being closed in, hmm, that was something to consider for further torment, but for now he was focusing more on the fact that she had picked up and put down that stone several times, even brought it to the counter to buy it before apparently panicking and changing her mind. As she turned to leave Illid stood, shouldering his pack and his serpent with it, Chimer wrapping affectionately about his neck. The last time Cricket abandoned her purchase, the ironic little snake stone she had fancied, the shop keeper would not see her return it to the counter. In fact the absence of the trinket there seemed to indicate that it had never left her hand at all.

    "Thank you for allowing me the use of your shop." Illid said kindly as he left a few coins on the counter. At the same time he took the stone that the shop keeper could not actually see and put it in his pocket, but he would witness none of that either. This way when the illusion wore off the stone would still remain gone. He turned then to leave the shop as well, content with the fact that something valuable was missing, and that obnoxious girl was the last one seen holding it.
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    Cricket
    if love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

    As the smooth little totem left her grasp, it left her thoughts completely. She pushed her hands against her dress a bit, looking for pockets and sighing when she found none, her staff making soft thuds as she navigated around the shelves full of oddities and made her way to the door. The burst of fresh air was heaven sent, filling her lungs and soothing away the odd tightness that had started to set in.

    Rigor mortis she though with a small smile to herself, scratching Hugo behind the ears as the huge dog stood and yawned, stretching lazily and wagging his tail. She started to move then, walking leisurely down the path, crossing to walk on the other edge any avoid a crowd. The man in the shop however, suddenly adopted a puzzled look on previously stoic features. He stood and moved over to the shelf, eyebrows furrowing even more as he checked the two and then looked out the door.

    “That little bitch!” He yelled, his voice echoing around the curiosities before he shoved past a unwitting shopper and rushed down his steep front steps, eyes glaring out over the crowds. Cricket was unmistakeable though, turing the corner with her massive dog. “You! Stop!” He took off at a run then, rounding the corner and breathing hard, charging like an angry bull after the lame woman.

    “Persephone Bones!” He yelled and she turned in time to feel his hands curl uncomfortably tight around her arm. Hugo snarled and, out of surprise, he lunged. His teeth sank into the man’s arm, making he shout and withdraw it, blood coursing from the bite wound, he clutched it quickly to his chest. A small crowd was gathering, mothers whisking children away as a pair of guards approached, weapons drawn.

    “What’s going on here?!” They demanded, and the shopkeep snapped, “This woman is a thief! I saw her with my own two eyes stealing from my shop- and another man too, must’ve seen!” He craned his neck, looking for Illid who he had assumed also witnessed the crime. Cricket’s eyes were wide, “I did no such-”

    “And then her bloody dog took a chunk of me!” The shop keeper lifted a hand to strike Hugo who growled and crouched as if to spring on the man. Cricket’s eyes turned to the guards, wide and full of confusion. There was a familiar sneer on one of the men’s face, and her stomach fell. Of course, it had to be him.

    “A thief, eh little bug?” Ivan mocked, giving her a light shove with the butt of his hilt, eyes glinting. She leaned a bit more heavily on her staff. It was the same man Alexandros had come to blows with- and she herself had even struck him with her shaft. “Look I didn’t take anything! I’m not a thief!” Her voice was a little higher pitched, a side effect of fear.
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    This was the best part for someone of Illid's profession. His real one,t hat was, not his guise as a magician, and entertainer. No this referred to his true calling in manipulating the lives of those around him. He found no prouder moment than when one small trick of his changed the course of a person's existence. Even if that path was an end. Now all he had to do was sit back and watch the tragic tale unfold. Though he had purposefully walked away slowly to be nearby should the shopkeep catch on, as he had hoped, he was able to turn around in light of the commotion that was easily heard behind him. Apparently that girl had a canine companion, and he had taken the opportunity of his master's accusation to attack the shop owner. Ah he supposed dogs weren't smart enough to discern when they were doing more harm than good when it came to protection. A threat was a threat and defending with sharp canines was one of the specie's only options. He liked to think Chimer held a certain higher level of intelligence but that wasn't to be debated at the moment, though the snake had lifted its head to watch the scene with him.

    Persephone Bones...

    Was that her name? He'd tuck it away in his vast library of stored knowledge just in case he ever decided to follow up on this little charade. The guards had come over to assist the wounded shop keep now and Illid could only tilt his head curiously as he watched, a mere bystander amongst many by that point. All the yelling and the dog's snarling had easily drawn the attention of many other citizens who wondered just what was transpiring before them. The sad part was that Illid knew many of these humans were there for similar reasons to his own. Entertainment, amusement, deep rooted sadism that even good, kind people felt. Who hadn't laughed when they saw someone fall? There was always that awkward moment when the joy faded and people would rush over to ask if the person was okay, but that initial reaction couldn't be ignored. They were all just as guilty as the next, so Illid felt no guilt in inflicting these unfortunate events upon their hypocritical lives. But then again, he wouldn't feel guilty even without such reasoning.

    He'd been mentioned by the shop owner and the guards were continuing to speak with Cricket, taunting her. One seemed particularly spiteful and the snake demon could only take delight in his luck that such a guard happened to be in the area. He strode over when the shouting died down, standing next to the injured shop keeper.

    "I can't say I outright saw her steal anything." Illid began, almost sounding as if he were defending her before any such notion of that was quickly crushed, "But I do recall her picking up some kind of carved stone...and I don't recall her putting it down."
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    Cricket
    if love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end

    In the commotion Hugo had hunkered his immense form, ivory flashing as he snarled at the oncoming guards. He recognized the scent before Cricket ever recognized the face, but the effect was the same. Her heart had fallen and his temper had soared to new and terrible heights. He was preparing himself to leap when Cricket’s hand on his head made him pause. Illid had approached, and her red eyes were full of hope as his sentence began- perhaps this magician was not such a wicked man after all.

    She felt hope flea her body the way rats abandon sinking ships. Her eyes wavered and she shook her head, “I did! I put it back where I found it- I swear!” Her voice was panicked, her chest felt tight, bangs falling carelessly in her wide terrified eyes. She took a step towards the side of the crowd, heart pounding in her head. Why couldn’t she breathe? Why was her stomach suddenly souring? Her hands shook as she reeled a little, the panic attack making her dizzy.

    <Cricket?!> She couldn’t respond to him as a guard grabbed her and she whimpered to him, body cold and quaking, “L-let go, I can’t breathe-” but Illid’s statement had been all the sentries had needed. Hugo growled but moved away as one man advanced on him with a sword. He kept trying to maneuver around the onlookers whining a bit, anxiety high as he did his best to follow Cricket. This was his responsibility, she was his life, but he could do nothing as she thrashed in the guards arms but shout in their minds, <Let go! She needs space- you have to- Let go of her you shitheads!>

    All the men looked up at once, surprised by the telepathy but not inclined to obey what this spectral dog had said. Ivan gestured at his accomplice (with the lack of guards the city faced, it was best to stay in pairs) who in turn drew his hunting bow and knocked an arrow, taking aim. Hugo had turned upon seeing the action, running down the street, though pausing and turning to look back, icy eyes full of concern as Cricket begged to be released. In his hesitation, the arrow struck home in his side made him yelp loudly before he started running again. This time, however, he didn’t stop.

    .......................................


    Like a caged animal, Cricket paced in a wide circle in her holding cell, hands pressed against the walls, eyes wide and wild, panicked as she found the bars again and gripped them with one hand, white knuckled, the other hand reaching out through them, “I’m not a thief!” She screamed, her voice was hoarse from all the yelling she’d done, unable to keep calm she started to scream again- blood curdling as if she was being murdered. “Shaddup!” the watchman called as he passed her cell, but grabbed her wrist painfully tight, pulling her arm, “Enjoy this arm while you still have it.” he sneered.
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    The deed was done. His words had sealed the deal and this poor, sad woman would be given the punishment she didn't deserve. Which was the best kind of punishment to him. His arms had been folded across his chest and a genuine looking expression of concern was adopted as he watched Cricket get man handled by the guards. Their roughness was really unnecessary but as he before noticed they clearly had some sort of preexisting grudge against the girl. Oh and she was having some sort of anxiety attack as well. How delightful. Certainly this was a good day indeed, he should have worn a nicer shirt.

    Then suddenly the dog was talking, via telepathy even. That was slightly surprising, perhaps it wasn't a dog after all. Skeptically his gaze followed the great black beast but it was of no consequence whether it could communicate or not. An arrow pierced its side and the creature was forced to run away to lick its wounds. How unfortunate for it. Dogs were generally disgusting anyway, intelligent or not. All that slobbering and fixation with mating and puppies.

    Without any more interruptions to delay Cricket's inevitable imprisonment Illid watched as the panicked girl was dragged away, not a soul in the city willing to come to her aid.

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    Later that evening after Cricket had been given time to scream her innocence in the confines of her cell, Illid decided to pay a visit. It wasn't too hard to trick the guard into believing he had a fully legitimate reason to pay the girl a visit, his talent in both illusions and charisma easily persuading him. That done the snake demon walked cheerfully past the rows of dank and cold cells. His previous top had been swapped out for something a bit more becoming for his date. It was a silken blue button down shirt, with silver embossing around the collar and cuffs. The sleeves had criss-crossing black ribbon tied all along them from shoulder to wrist as well. He could see mildew growing in the corner of some, suffering from the dampness of the concrete, caused by lack of sunlight to warm it. It smelled musty in here too, certainly not somewhere he wanted to spend his afternoon. He hung back and waited for the watchman to stop taunting Cricket and move on before he took his own turn at poking fun.

    The footsteps of his boots were oddly quiet as he walked over to the frustrated girl. His serpentine gaze looked her over, sizing her up, before he crouched down in front of the bars. The little snake effigy was produced and slid between the gaps in the bars to rest at Cricket's feet, staring up at her with its dead stony eyes.

    Wordlessly Illid straightened up and turned on his heel to make his exit, leaving Cricket to her unfortunate fate within the confines of the prison.
    Edited by Illid, Nov 23 2011, 09:22 PM.
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