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| Shrista | Dec 5 2011, 06:12 PM Post #1 |
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It was busy out, crowded, people thronging together in the streets and making it difficult to make any real headway, especially for the traffic. Carts backed up, wagon drivers shouting and waving their arms, lashing at any unfortunates too foolish not to keep back of the riding crops as both horses and oxen pushed their way through the masses. It was wide, paved with only slightly uneven stones over the mud that had begun seeping up as it absorbed the moisture from the sky, churned by hundreds of feet. A light drizzle was settling in, nourishing the climbing vines and plants that to her seemed to be choking the stone, trying to strangle every last grain of sustenance from it. Hood up and cloak pulled close to ward off the chill, the dark-skinned woman felt the irritation boiling to a head as she was jostled first this way, then that, like a cork bobbing helplessly in the ocean, dragged wherever the tide willed it to. The slightly vague smile of her companion wasn't helping, his abundant cheerfulness seemed to counteract the dark mood settling on her as they'd left the inn. She'd been sent with the coin to find a suitable new cooking pot, seeing as she'd managed to ruin the last one with her experimentation, and was now her duty to locate a replacement. Shrista didn't mind the rain, it was the people that got on her nerves. They were everywhere, always when you tried to take a single step forward, there was someone else filling the space, and getting in the way. And yet, they had to pass through this street in order to get to the iron founders, where the metal good were sold. They could linger in the marketplace and look, but the innkeeper had pointed out to them that it would be faster to find it there, and likely was swindling them into buying one of a value far greater than the one he'd already had. It didn't bother her overly, coin was just that, coin. A material wealth, shiny and pretty, but were you to be stuck on a desert island with a sack of the little metal discs, there wasn't much it was good for short of trying to eat it and gaining metal poisoning. It did however gain her a bed and food without the need for bloodshed, so in its own special way, it was necessary. Glancing at the Angel following behind, she concentrated a moment, two narrow flows of air binding together in front of them in an arrow shape, solidified, forcing people out of the way as they walked now comfortable in their own space. She still wondered why he insisted on coming along, to keep her from trouble perhaps? A small smile twisted her lips at the thought, hidden in the shadow of her hood, biting her painted lower lip to keep herself from laughing aloud. They'd left the mercenary behind, still stumbling over his letters. Perhaps it was simply to just get out of the building, it felt stuffy and too closed off in there after the last few days, not to mention the fact she'd rearranged his face a bit for him, though he'd come out none the worse for it. She was about to tell him to stop smiling at everyone like that, they were attracting stares, then thought better of it and shook her head. "Why did you want to come with me anyway? Fetching and carrying is hardly the most exciting thing in the world." |
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| Vangelis | Dec 5 2011, 09:57 PM Post #2 |
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Unlike Shrista, Vangelis wasn't having any trouble at all moving through the crowds. While she seemed to mostly push and force her way between people, he expertly dodged and weaved between bodies, moving in time with the strange flow and seeming almost as if he wasn't there at all. The light drizzle wasn't bothersome to him either; in fact it felt rather refreshing against his hotter than average skin. While Vangelis' nearly ever present smile did draw a little bit of attention to those around him, it was more of the fact that he was underdressed for the weather, at least to mortal standards. He lacked a cloak completely, his only outer covering being his sleeveless shirt and matching sunglow colored pants. This was actually enough for him though, as the Angelic figure had no fear or worry of becoming ill due to the elements. Vangelis followed his Drow companion fairly closely, not wanting to lose her in the crowd as they hurried to their destination. His eternally burning irises were elsewhere however, constantly scanning the crowds, making random eye contact with others and just generally taking in the sights. While to someone who may have experience with crowded city living there may not have been much to consider worth looking at, at all, but to Vangelis, who was not used to such an environment, there was plenty. The carts, the animals, the people, the wares being carried, they were all new to him and interesting to look at. The sounds, too, he found interest and took pleasure in hearing. The din of people yelling, carts creaking, and random animal noises all came together in a cacophony of sound which was currently helping to ensnare his senses. So caught up in taking in everything around him, the angel didn't even notice Shrista's casual glancing in his direction, nor did he notice the spell she cast to grant them greater walking space. It was only when the sound of her voice reached his ears that he perked up and turned his attention to her, brows rising to her question as a toothy smirk revealed itself. "I know." He said simply, momentarily picking up his pace so that he could walk right alongside her. "Just wanted to be outside for a bit, get some fresh air and all that. I thought it might be nice to spend some quality time with you as well, Shrista." The angel winked pleasantly at the female and then turned to look at the throngs of people. "Where is everyone going anyway? It's interesting that there are so many going in the same direction." |
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| Shrista | Dec 6 2011, 12:10 PM Post #3 |
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The problem lie in the fact that where Vangelis was happy to dodge, duck and weave around people, Shrista expected them to get out of her way, and be snappy about it too. She was learning, albeit slowly, that that sort of behaviour just didn't happen around here, and teaching them fear seemed a little out of the way right now. Maybe later, once she'd shaken off the company, then she could have a little fun to herself again. "Why would you want to spend time with me? Nobody wants to spend time with me if they don't have to...except Tekun for some reason." A flow of air snapped out, prodding at a fruit cart as they passed, a single apple rolling from the carefully arranged pile and out of the driver's sight as it toppled over the edge towards the floor. She caught it easily enough and using the flow pulled it to herself, giving it a quick polish on her cloak, making the slightly wrinkled red skin seem lustrous again. She didn't keep it for herself however, instead turning and thrusting it at the child that had been shadowing them, rather poorly she might add. A half starved little thing, and filthy besides. His watery eyes widened in startlement, then before she could blink he was off, darting away and lost in a matter of seconds. She'd not likely find him again, being in such a thick crowd distorted her life sense and made it difficult to track things unless it stayed with her for a sufficient amount of time. Like shadowing. Shrista had no personal feelings for the child as she watched him vanish, then turned back to Vangelis, one hand on her hip. Not to seem like she was going soft, she began striding forward again with her hip-rolling gait, flicking her frosty gaze towards him and away again uncomfortably from those burning eyes. Where she had no qualms about using a child to further her own means, she had been raised where no child should ever go hungry or abandoned. Her emergence on the surface had shocked her to see so many of them living directly off the streets, filthy starved rats, resorting to begging and stealing in order to live. For an adult, it was different...they had the means to change it. A child was weak, though malleable, gold if one knew how to get it. "They're probably going to the market. It gets busy in the morning...want to go look? Maybe you'll find something that catches your fancy..." She felt another pang of discomfort as a pair of ragged youths rushed past, enough that she dropped the barrier used to force their way through the crowds, trying not to stare, a disturbed expression settling on her face. No matter that they were human, she felt irritated. While she couldn't bring herself to care for the plight of humans the world over, young mind were easily influenced, people could change. Couldn't they? How can these people just stand by and watch it happen? Someone jostled her, barging past and nearly throwing her off balance, and she elbowed them roughly in return, moving a step closer to the angel whom the crowd flowed around, marvelling a little at the warmth radiating from him and pulling her cloak closer to herself. "What do you think? We have all day to make a mess of things." |
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| Vangelis | Dec 6 2011, 07:42 PM Post #4 |
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"Because, you're my friend and I like you." He responded simply and honestly to her question. "I think that's the case with Tekun as well." Why wouldn't anyone want to spend time with her anyway? Yes, she was a bit rough around the edges, but she had her good points too, as did everyone. Those mattered just as much as the rest. Besides, it was generally those who had the least good about them who needed the company of an Angel the most. By now Vangelis was well aware of Shrista's tendency towards coldness, but for some reason he didn't believe that was all there was to her existence. He knew that she liked to put up a front of being detached and uncaring, but he could sense that beneath that exterior, there was some soft caring to be found. He figured this simply by her actions, some of her interactions with Tekun, as well as now. The woman's passing off of the fallen fruit to the small child did not go unnoticed by him. However, he made no comment on it for he also knew that bringing the action to light would only make her fight against his spoken intentions. Instead, he only smiled softly and returned a warm gaze to counteract her chilling one. The Angel had no issue with staring. To him it was neither intimidating nor uncomfortable to lock eyes with another; it was just a look, a brief connection between two people to allow them to acknowledge and recognize each others existence. Vangelis also took notice of the various scores of underprivileged people, not just the children, who were among them. While it might seem strange to anyone who had preconceived notions as to how an angel should feel towards such a scene, Vangelis was completely neutral on the subject. He felt no emotion one way or the other about it. Their condition may not have been seen as perfect to others, but to him, it was all part of what painted the picture of this world; it all had a purpose, imperfections and all. "Sure, okay. I've never been to a market before." He admitted calmly, glancing at Shrista again before following her line of sight towards the pair who made their way past. Vangelis himself trailed them with his eyes for a few moments before looking back at Shrista, his arms reaching up to catch and stabilize her after she had been so rudely knocked into by some random passerby. He let go quickly thereafter though, Shrista didn't particularly seem like the type who liked to be touched. "If it does not bring you too much discomfort to do so." He was no longer looking at her, instead gazing off into the distance at nothing in particular. "If you know this town well at all, I wouldn't be opposed either to going somewhere less crowded either." |
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| Shrista | Dec 6 2011, 09:49 PM Post #5 |
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"We are not friends! ..Are we? I mean no!" Hunching her shoulders and scowling she pressed forward, though it was easier going with the crowd moving in the same direction as them now. "Tekun isn't my friend. Don't give me that look, there's nothing else there either and I certainly don't want anything from it!" He wasn't, was he? Were they? She wasn't sure she still fully understood the requirements of being a friend. It just didn't happen to her. Outgoing friendly types like Vangelis maybe, but not her. No, friends would just be liabilities when it came down to it, especially if you formed some sort of attachment to someone and they used it against you. Or were used as a lever for some deeper machination. He really must be new if he'd never even been to a market before. Even the smaller towns had one day they allocated that the surrounding villages would go to sell their produce. She was surprised, and was about to ask him if he'd been living under a rock before she realized how ironic it would sound, instead snapping her mouth shut with an audible click, until she could think of something better to say. She blinked as his hand fell on her shoulder, thankful for the support, and suspicious, meeting that flametongue gaze again, a little of her own frostiness melting, and only a little disappointed when he removed it again, as though she'd burnt him. That left a sour taste in her mouth at the thought, she really was going soft if she was that desperate for contact that didn't amount to a fist or a barstool cracking on her skin. "Thank you...Vangelis." Probably the first time she'd actually used his name too, come to think of it. It had a light and airy feel to it, though not quite rolling off her tongue, stumbling a little with the unfamiliar first syllable. The market would of course be crowded, though perhaps not quite as packed at this street, they'd just picked the first inn they came to, it being on the main road leading directly towards the centre of the city, a lot of traffic came through here. "We don't have to go to the market if you don't want to. It's always busy in the morning, everyone tries to be the first there, to get the better things maybe...I don't know. I don't really understand it, but I don't think you need to." She had no love for the people here, though she'd spent the better part of a year in and around the city when she first came here. There was something comforting in the random jumble of buildings, stalls and people, the chaos maybe, that just sprawled with no real order. Of course there was always the option of going to visit Orl'Kabbar, she'd heard the rumours that there were those of her kind there, that there was danger abound and thrills to be had. Things had always just gotten in the way, and there was too a reluctance there. She didn't want to meet her kin, didn't want to find them. A part of her enjoyed this detached and lonely lifestyle, the freedom to go wherever she chose, to do whatever she wanted. "I know a few quiet spots. I lived here, for most of a year. I guess it's been sort of like home..." And in that, part of her irritation was the hope that she'd not see familiar faces she'd had to associate with, or have to deal with the memories that came from the places she knew. Sometimes it was better not to remember the darker moments, just live for the present, and make sure that her feet stayed firmly on the ground. "Let's find somewhere out of the way first, let the crowd thin a bit." She slipped neatly down a side street, just a few bystanders chatting or hauling their wares towards the main street and the river of people, heading away from the noise towards a tall iron fence, and beyond it, a wide park. Impatient and unwilling to walk the entire spam around to find the gate, she did what she always did without so much of a thought for whether the Angel was comfortable with the method. Shrista skipped casually to the nearest lantern pole, swung around it and leaped, boots hitting the fence with a loud rattle, hands gripping the iron spikes at the top and literally throwing herself clear over them to land on the grass in a roll that ended on her feet. She smiled slightly over her shoulder at him, one hand on hip, waiting. |
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| Vangelis | Dec 6 2011, 10:51 PM Post #6 |
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Vangelis could only give a light chuckle in response to Shrista's denial of her friendship with Tekun and himself. He wasn't going to argue the topic, not right then anyway. If she truly had no desire for either of their company, she knew just as well as they did that there was absolutely nothing that was forcing her to stay and put up with them. If she really wanted to, she could simply hop, skip, and jump away and never have to deal with either of them again. Of course, Vangelis doubted that would be the case; to him, her words were just another example of the woman's hard exterior hiding her softer, more varied emotions. He only nodded in response to her thanks, a soft smile on his lips. He was happy to help Shrista and really there was no need to thank him, though he did appreciate the sentiment. When it came to whether or not they would they actually go to the market, Vangelis considered himself fairly flexible. He wanted to go, but at the same time figured there was no real point in fighting the crowds to get there. He wouldn't be buying anything anyway, he couldn't. The Angel possessed no coin, nothing of monetary value at all; he only wanted to head there to see what it was like. "A quiet spot? Good idea. Crowds this dense will probably only lead to irritation." Of course, his comment referred only to Shrista's irritation, but that still was something that needed to be accommodated properly. As Shrista ducked down a side street, Vangelis was right behind her, his bare footsteps light and easy. He couldn't help but pay attention to the people they passed, nodding politely to those he caught eyes with, and offering a smile to ones dragging their goods to be sold. The Angel's brows rose as he watched Shrista's display of acrobatics, curiously following her path with his eyes as she nimbly made her way up and over the gate and glanced back at him. He tilted his head and smirked back at her, taking the look as a dare to match her ability. He accepted in silence and looked around for a moment before deciding upon the path he wished to take. Vangelis then ran towards the wall of a building nearest the lantern pole, running up its vertical surface a bit before his momentum ran out. He then pushed himself off from it, grabbing at the top portion of the pole and swinging round it before letting go. The male somersaulted forward through the air, flying clear over the gate and landing in the opposite grass upon hand and knee with a fairly heavy sounding thud. Looking up at Shrista then, he grinned broadly at her, no worse for wear and stood to his feet. "Heh, that was fun." Looking about the greenery, he hummed pleasantly to himself. "What is this place?" |
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| Shrista | Dec 7 2011, 04:43 PM Post #7 |
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He didn't seem overly irritated despite mentioning it, and shrugging it off, she watched him as he pulled his showy stunt over the wall, the corners of her mouth tugging up a touch admiringly, despite her best efforts not to. Being away from the people was better, her mood rose with the quiet here and impulsively, she twirled on the spot, catching up the Angel's hand and spinning a moment, before she skipped away again, light on the balls of her feet, leaping up onto a flat stone bench at the side of the path. It felt slick beneath the soles of her heeled boots and she crouched, swivelling this way and that to look around, getting her bearings on exactly where they were, brushing her red palms across the lumpy stone surface and running her tongue over her lips. It had been more than a year since she'd come here last, and then it hadn't felt quite so big as now. It was funny what time could do to your memories, everything felt more compact, brighter, sharper, in reality, memories shrank and grew fuzzy after time. "A park...I used to come here a lot. Sometimes I got in trouble for it. They lock the gates after dark, but whatever fool thinks that locks alone will keep someone out when they want in..." Chuckling she raised herself up on her hands, knees slightly bent as she scuttled over the bench on her palms instead, cloak trailing behind in the wet, bouncing down onto the trim gravel path that lead away towards a marble statue, a monument of some kind she supposed, a rearing horse. She'd never paid enough attention to it back then to memorize more than the fact it was one of those intimidating creatures. The lightest pain as gravel pricked hard against her skin gave her a chill of pleasure, then she began 'walking' along it, in the general direction of said horse, watching the trees and shrubs carefully from her skewed vantage. On reaching the smooth marble creature, she clambered awkwardly onto the raised dais it rested on, lowering herself to the surface, cold as a tomb and radiating through her bare flesh into her bones, settling on her chest as her legs flipped over and her feet clicked down beside her shoulders, effectively sitting on her own head, chin resting on the backs of her hands as she watched Vangelis. "Where are you from Sunshine? Is it anything like this place?" Her eyes wandered, settling uneasily on the trees again. They'd always got her back up in the past, just looming and watching silently. It wasn't that trees in general made her uncomfortable, more the thought of the types of things that lurked in them. She still remembered the last time she'd had to go hunting down that creature, for lack of a better word, tangling her up in thin sticky vines and dragging her from her feet to be hoisted into the canopy. Not that she'd done much proper work in the way of being a mercenary in a while, Tekun just seemed to be a store of wealth and she hadn't had to flash a gold coin at anyone since joining him. That experience alone however had always set her on edge around trees afterwards. Anything could be in them, watching. |
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| Vangelis | Dec 8 2011, 01:56 AM Post #8 |
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He watched her with interest then, noting the softening of her disposition and enjoying it. A small smile played upon his lips as she twirled, and he happily joined in, spinning himself after she had grasped his hand. A light, airy laugh escaped him as she skipped away, and he followed shortly thereafter, his steps slow and breaths even, drinking in every moment of the lighthearted frolic. The Angel's flametongue eyes followed Shrista as she bounced across the park's decorations. "Why would they lock the gates at all?" He asked, genuinely perplexed by the idea. "I am sure this place is beautiful at night, undisturbed by throngs of people, lit solely by the grace of the stars…" With a slow, relaxed sigh, he tilted his head back, letting the drizzle that was still coming down lightly pitter against his face as he looked skyward. For a few moments, as his Drow companion nimbly climbed upon the statue, he became lost in idealistic thoughts. From what he had seen thus far, this world could definitely be considered beautiful. It was a different kind of beauty than what he was familiar with; not perfect, riddled with flaws of various degrees, but still beautiful in its own right. He stood there, seemingly lost in the moment, taking it all in before a particularly well positioned droplet fell into his eye and caused him to blink suddenly. Vangelis shook his head then, shaking his hair free of liquid and his mind free of lofty thoughts. By then Shrista was already resting upside down on the statue, a sight which prompted the Angel to tilt his head and chuckle in amusement. He hummed melodically in response to her question, beginning to take languid, flowing steps towards her as he paused in thought of how to respond to her. "Far from here…" He began in an almost dream-like fashion. "A place called Aphelion Isle." A small smile appeared on his lips then, inspired by fond memories that sprouted in his mind by mere mention of the location. As he finally reached the statue, he looked about the scene again before letting his burning gaze fall upon Shrista. His body shifted and he leaned against the construct. "No, I would say it's much, much different from here. A splendor that would probably make one question why I ever opted to leave." A short bout of laughter escaped him after that, but he shrugged it away, not really desiring to think about that particular topic too much. "What of you? Is this surface world your place of origin, Shrista?" |
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| Shrista | Dec 8 2011, 03:44 AM Post #9 |
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"Unfortunately...this land is 'owned' by some noble or other...they seem to think it should be closed off." Rubbing the cool water between her fingers, she rested in her odd contorted position and watched Vangelis as he caught up, enjoying the rain, her face softening as she agreed with his description. Whether he'd seen it at night or not, it was fairly accurate. "It is...everything blends into itself...softened by the shadows, surreal." Lifting her legs gracefully, so that she was simply lying on her front with her feet kicking, flicking water from her heels over her head, she lowered them and slid across the smooth cold stone, sitting upright and using her cloak to dry off her front, now slick and glistening with water. He seemed so comfortable, so at home with the water falling from the sky that she couldn't help but smile, tilting her head as she watched him. It had always struck her as strange, enjoyable, but odd to the point of unnerving. Lots of things still made her nervous, like the sky itself, so open and encompassing, she still flinched sometimes leaving a building, thinking that if she didn't hold on tightly enough with her feet she might float up and never be able to get back to the earth. All in all though it didn't seem an overly bad fear, so long as you didn't fly through a storm and get struck by lightning. "Don't your feet get cold?" Instinctively she wiggled her toes in her own boots, crossing her feet over at the ankles, gaze travelling back to the trees again as she listened to him speak of home, the fondness in his voice giving her that little ache in her chest, own thoughts returning to home. Even could she go back now, she knew she wouldn't. There was too much here that was lacking down there, the bright colors, the freshness, the weather. "Why'd you leave if it's so good?" Maybe he'd gotten bored of perfection and came here to see something worse, though some of those 'worse' things had their own grimy charm. The sound of the sea rushing against the dock, the smell of salt and tar leaking through the gappy boarded houses and the sound of some whore plying her trade in a back alley...down to the nastiest little bits you could experience, it was just that. An experience. "I'm not from here. I lived a few miles below the surface...no weather...no seasons, just dark. No trees...little wind. A wrong step could kill you as much as whatever might be lurking, waiting just out of sight. It's different, being here, not having to watch everything so carefully...well, almost." A wry smile twisted her lips and she drew her cloak around her once more, thoughtful. No, if she could go back, she probably wouldn't. There was too much life up here to turn one's back on, and she too had changed, she'd not fit in again. She'd seen things that most hadn't now, and to go back would be like deliberately caging oneself when you could be free, without a proper reasoning behind it. |
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| Vangelis | Dec 8 2011, 04:28 AM Post #10 |
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"That's a shame." He commented wistfully after learning that that land was owned. He watched her with interest as she was contorted and then simply lie face down. Her flexibility was something noteworthy and cool he thought, and it caused him to wonder whether he could do the same, though he highly doubted it. He figured himself to be pretty limber as it was, but the male was no contortionist. Vangelis felt happy when Shrista spoke of how light and things in the park blended together in the nighttime under the starlight. It was nice to know that there was another who could not only see and feel the surroundings as he did, but also appreciated the natural beauty of it all. "Cold?" He repeated the word, sinking down then to sit on the grass, his back against the fountain, one leg stretched out in front, the other pulled up comfortably close to his body. It was a strange thing for him to answer that seemingly simple question, for his perception of sensations such as temperature was not the same as other peoples. It was likely that Shrista already had noticed that the Angel's touch was particularly warm, even with his considerable lack of layers. It was that exact temperature that Vangelis felt as a constant, regardless of any outside stimuli to influence one way or the other. Vangelis could perceive things as being a temperature, but his body itself seemed incapable of feeling it. It was more of 'that' subject being cold, rather than he, himself actually being such. "Hm. I never really thought about it until just now. No, I don't think they do." Unintentionally he wriggled his toes then, enjoying the feel of the soft grass and cool air. "I left because I wanted to." He began, turning his head to look at her, resting his face against the stone as he gazed in her direction. "I wanted to explore and see how this world was. To see how life actually went on down here." While he sounded pretty sure of himself and the statements he had just made, there was also a look on his face that hinted that perhaps the Angel wasn't as sure about his reasons for being on the mortal plane as he seemed. Either way, when Shrista began to speak of where she originated, the look vanished, replaced by one of pure curiosity. "Hah. I can understand the lack of weather. It was like that back where I'm from too. It's a shame really. The variety here is part of what makes this place so interesting." He shook his head a bit as he began running his fingers through the grass, pinching the blades between his middle and ring fingers and sliding them up through them. "Do you ever plan on going back there? It sounds like an adventure all its own. I'd be interested in checking it out, but I am aware that Drow aren't exactly the friendliest bunch…" Vangelis grinned at Shrista then, his eyes flickering, figuring that she'd easily catch on to the fact that his joke didn't pertain to just Drow in the general sense. |
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| Shrista | Dec 9 2011, 12:05 AM Post #11 |
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Shrista sat listening to him, mulling over his words and trying to concentrate on what he said, not just the sound of his voice. Soothing really, and curious that he never felt the cold, though not overly surprising, she could feel his warmth from where she sat and they were easily a foot apart. At his question however she looked up, catching his eye and staring for a moment, not pulling away this time, though she did shudder a little under the intensity. "No. I'm never going back. I can't." Not entirely true she supposed, it wasn't that she couldn't return to the Underdark, if she fancied maybe finding herself lost and then dismembered. No, going home wouldn't be an option. This was her home now. It wasn't that bad a thought, really. Could be worse. The corners of her eyes crinkled as a slightly disbelieving laugh escaped before she could stop it, grinning fiendishly at him before poking her mottled tongue out and waggling it, the metal stud glistening as she tasted the air. "I'd almost believe you're mocking me, Sunshine." Standing, the dark-skinned woman leaned against the stone facing him, eyes roving his figure admiringly, and quite unashamedly too. After all, she might never get the chance to see another angel again, they didn't tend to drop by every day. Wiping the slightly suggestive smile that had started to form on her lips she turned away, throwing her arms in the air and stretching as she began to walk back to the path, winding its way through the park, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was following or not. Not that she wanted him to of course. It wasn't like they were friends. "Maybe I'll go back one day but I can't see it ever happening. I have no status now, no people, no honor. And you...you'd have to be insane to want to go into the Underdark, let alone to run into my kind. They'd have you strung up for sure." She didn't say it but the implication that it would be against her own personal wishes to see that happen lingered there. That sort of fate wasn't for him, was far from deserved. Shrista bent double, hands coming down onto the springy grass and legs going back in the air again, cartwheeling across the green. She was restless, a fount of energy today, and so good to get out of the damnable inn, so cramped and miserable. "That or...they'd have you mistaken for a human...probably make you a plaything. And we can't have that now, can we?" She winked at Vangelis, upside down again and bouncing along on her palms. She couldn't see herself flinging her body into harms way for him really, but then she couldn't see herself doing that for anyone, ever. Still, she'd rather not see him on the end of a leash with his hands bound, or at least, not one of theirs. Laughing at the thought, a low throaty purr, she used a thread of magic to form a force of air and lift herself high into the air, spreading her arms as she peered over the treetops, twirling on the little platform of hardened oxygen beneath her boots, undecided whether to point their walk in there or not. She could see the street distantly, the endless trickle of people between the buildings, though there were no shouts this far away. Ears twitching she turned to look at the angel, then bounded across the air, solidifying just as her foot touched down each time like stairs, until she stood just above him, holding out one slender hand, red palm facing the sky. "Dance with me?" She grinned. It wasn't flying, but close enough, and her spirits were oddly high as she stood there, head tilted with a peculiar smile. |
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| Vangelis | Dec 12 2011, 02:40 PM Post #12 |
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Clearly, then, it will be Wise, Brave, Temperate, and Just
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Vangelis made a sympathetic face once he heard that Shrista felt that she could never return to the Underdark. Curiosity being his nature, he wanted to ask why, but refrained. Something about that topic struck him as being touchy, and he had no desire to cause any delving into bad or upsetting memories and thoughts. They were having a pretty good time together thus far; they both seemed to be enjoying the other's company, and he didn't want to ruin it with negative thoughts or conversation if he could avoid doing so. "Maybe just a little." He teased, smirking as she gazed at him. He was aware of the way she looked at him, and in turn softly looked a way, just the tiniest bit of sheepishness becoming visible in his expression. While the Angel wasn't a shy one really, he did possess a fair bit of humility, and while he was aware of many of his positive traits and things of that nature, it wasn't too often that he basked in obvious, direct attention. For a couple moments the Angel stayed seated on the ground as Shrista walked away. It was only a second or two before she glanced over her shoulder back at him that realization hit him that she was actually moving to a new location. Hoping quickly to his feet then, he jogged forward to catch up with her, passing her with a light laugh as she spoke, and fluidly whirling on the balls of his feet. He slowed to walk, moving backwards along the path as he took in her words and briefly thought over the danger of it. "Maybe, but it's just a thought after all… I might be able to figure out a way to do it unscathed someday." Vangelis shrugged as Shrista bounded into a cartwheel, ever the optimist, but not really naïve. He didn't doubt the validity of her words, but he also thought that maybe there'd be a way around that undesirable outcome. It would just take some time to come up with how to make it so. At the mention of the possibility of him becoming a plaything, a questioning eyebrow rose and he tilted his head at her. "You sound as though you're not terribly bothered by that prospect." Vangelis continued to following the bouncing Drow along, a bounce and skip or two added to his own step. His movements stopped however when he watched her suddenly rise high into the air, his head tilting back keep her within sight. "Didn't know you could do that!" He called, pleasant surprise audible in his tone. Vangelis was tempted to take off after her, to summon his wings into existence and take to the sky as well, but for some reason did not. Instead, he just grinned and observed, making mental note of Shrista's grasp over the element of air. When she made her way down the invisible staircase and stretched out an arm, he smiled before bowing elegantly. "It'd be an honor, mi lady." The words were playful, followed by an airy chuckle as he took her hand then and stepped up onto the unseen platform. Given that she made the offer, Vangelis assumed that this meant she wouldn't shy away from his touch. "Do you know how to waltz?" He asked her then, taking the time to lead by example, in the case that she didn’t. Following that, he gently took her in his arms, pulling her close with a soft smile and began, assuming also that her mastery over air would keep them aloft. If not however, there wouldn't be too much of an issue, he would definitely keep them from falling and smashing into the ground if need be. As for the time being though, he simply led through the dance, his movements light as feather as he kept up with a rhythm and tempo he began in his head. |
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| Shrista | Dec 13 2011, 01:48 AM Post #13 |
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Pariah, Apostate, Heretic
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A light chuckle escaped her lips as he turned away, not quite blushing but almost. For a moment she considered teasing him about it, then shrugged and let it be, starting across the park and grinning when he realized, bouncing along after. "That would certainly be an impressive feat." Truly, if it wasn't a creature that'd get you then it could be a poisonous or sentient plant, or noxious gases, or a collapsing ceiling, or a fissure, or just getting lost in the myriad of tunnels all networking to each other and only truly navigable by those who'd taken the time to learn the signs, little things, markings in the walls, certain substances or presences of plant-life or fungus that otherwise might not be there. It was akin to how they did things up here, which direction the moss grew on a tree, or the tracks left by a deer in the fall. It would be interesting to see how he fared, especially since the tunnels were always changing, confusing those who'd lived there for aeons even, collapsing and reopening, each option filled with new terrors. "Well m'dear...you are a delightfully attractive specimen, for a male. I'd be a fool not to enjoy having you at a whim..." Grinning broadly so that her cheeks dimpled with the amusement, she bounced along, the air flickering briefly beneath her feet the faster she moved, humming under her breath as she danced back to him and stretched out one dark hand. "Oh I'm full of surprises, me. Wouldn't want you to get bored with my company, would be a terrible shame indeed." Her tone was only lightly mocking, eyes flashing as he accepted her hand in a most gentlemanly manner, the platform extending to accommodate the pair of them rather than just herself and her flighty movements. Shrista had of course, never waltzed before, and assumed he'd know soon enough, wasn't even sure what a waltz was, but she'd give it a shot. Brows rising as he pulled her to him, she concentrated on placing her feet without stepping on his toes, the tip of her tongue protruding from her teeth as she hummed the step time under her breath after a moment of letting him lead her into it. It was surprisingly easy after a few moments, and laughing softly she began to concentrate less on the steps and keeping the flows of air holding them aloft as they danced through the park, grinning up at him as they whirled about. "I didn't know you could dance. Or dance like this. Guess you learn something new every day." Bouncing a little she swung their arms about and began a hopping, skipping pace to the waltz, swaying in time with the angel until she became giddy and breathless from the repetitive circular motions of their dance. |
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