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| Topic Started: Apr 4 2016, 11:01 PM (133 Views) | |
| Rhyme | Apr 4 2016, 11:01 PM Post #1 |
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A different city, in a different country... Rhyme's path had gone this way and that, and he knew, on a rational level, that certain places will be, definitely, rather different from others, but he could not help but be awed and amazed by the new sights made available to him. He had arrived in Madrid the evening before, and was rather exhausted, and so he did not have the time or the stamina, then, to see the details of the town. Now, that it was morning, it was a markedly different matter. He already had an inkling that it would be something like this--- lush and green and sprightly--- because, after all, he had passed by forests and greenery on his way to here; but nothing could have prepared him for the architecture, the masterful way the houses and walls and streets were created. It was not that Fairin was particularly bad, and he had not even seen Morrim's capital yet, anyway--- but Madrid had a presence and a countenance that was most wonderful. His meandering had brought him to a rather unique place; it seemed the locals called it the 'Immortal Gardens', if he had heard the name right. True to its label, it was a place of many plants, a very verdant place, but at the same time the pervasive color was punctuated by a dash of another hue, bright and alluring. He could... if he concentrated hard enough... sense energies that were going to the maintenance of the various trees and shrubs and bushes; it seemed they were really expending effort to keep the area beautiful. While he was probably incapable of doing something like that, he could appreciate the tending and the display. Soon enough, he came upon the part of the Gardens that was less aesthetic and ornamental in nature; the part which grew fruits and vegetables and grains and other such products of the earth. There were even some stalls that sold the produce; it was less raucous than his experiences with marketplaces, but the merchants and customers retained that particular energy. He was content to look around... until his eyes alighted upon something that others failed to notice... |
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| Bast | Apr 18 2016, 01:05 PM Post #2 |
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'He shall be tormented with fire and brimstone.../And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up, for ever and ever;'
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Sodding Snatchers, who did they think they were, turning her away? It was only the fourth time she'd been there this month, eventually they'd get tired and let her in for sure. It wasn't even the issue of not being able to enter a private residence without invitation that was the problem, plenty of public places had stuff openly on display. It was a delightful tease, and a willing challenge to one with nimble, wandering fingers, providing you didn't get caught of course. No, it was the problem that she wasn't Sotoan. Bloody elitist bastards is what they were, the lot of 'em. No amount of perfectly forged papers were going to convince them when her mountainous accent made her stand out like a giraffe in a sheep pen. The fire elemental scowled as she skulked the byways, wending her way further from the houses until the high wall of the gardens barred her way. Well...damned if she was going to walk all the way around looking for a gate. She unlaced her sandals and tied them again, slung them around her neck easy as that, and then launched herself at the wall. Scraped toes and fingers didn't bother her, though the skinned knee gave her a brief pause as she swarmed up the drystone edifice quick as a monkey. Maybe the brightness of the flowers would make her feel better. Or maybe the brightness of the flowers as they blackened and withered, curling in on themselves, petals glowing with cinderflare... Bast squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, as if to dislodge the unwelcome thoughts. She wasn't going to be like that. Being a monster was an option, and she was smart enough to be able to consciously make that choice herself. Toes curled reflexively against the rough stone as she wiggled her way up, then sat astride the top of the wall and shielded her eyes against the glare of the weak, watery sunlight. Maybe she could find something really ostentatious and hard to reach, and bring that back. Then they'd be so overwhelmed and impressed that they'd have to let her into the guild right there on the spot. It should be shiny too...and probably encrusted with gems...maybe she should sneak back into Morrim and pinch the Emperor's Crown...she'd never been very patriotic anyway... The smell of something cooking on the wind caught her by the nostrils and near dragged her, salivating down the other side of the wall. Barefoot she padded after the scent, ignoring the myriad blooms as her feet swished quietly through them, dusting her with late pollen. How did they get them to stay this late through the year anyway? It was much better in spring, but still pretty enough in the winter. The ground turned from turned earth and smoothly paved stone to crunching gravel and neatly tilled rows of winter vegetables, forcing her to put her footwear back on, lest she wanted to squeak with every step, the pressure pushing stones against her soles. But still, the smell... Someone was grilling fat slices of courgette and potato, and serving them up in cups with some kind of sauce drizzled on top. Bast snuffled. Chili, sweet and spiced, probably cultivated here. The vendor was talking animatedly to some dowdy farmwife, about the merits of carrots and marigolds. Marigolds kept away the carrotfly and preserved the crop, and looked pretty besides. So he didn't notice when one bronze hand slid onto the grill, tingling delightfully with the heat that would have charred her fingers, and helped herself to a slice of gently sizzling potato. Could they blame her? These sort of things usually only came from Angkar! She ducked back behind one of the stalls after filching a handful of courgette, then sat there licking her fingers with relish, til she caught the pale gaze of a young man staring at her. She stared back, then slowly pressed her nose, her tongue poking out, eyes rolling madly in their sockets, fingers wiggling. "Nyeeeh!" |
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| Rhyme | Apr 18 2016, 10:56 PM Post #3 |
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Food. Yet again, he was drawn by an enticing aroma. This was going to be a weakness, isn't it? he thought, chiding himself, but he had approached to see what was cooking. He was unfamiliar with the particular vegetables on the grill, much more that they could possibly be grilled--- he thought it was only meat that they did that too, but then again, he knew very little about details like these. It was not as alluring as that time in Fairin, perhaps because this was a different sort of food, or maybe because he had been exposed to various delicacies already that the impact wasn't what it would have been before. At any rate, this time, he managed to simply view the food, think about if he wanted to actually buy and try it, if he had enough coin--- wait, was that a hand that grabbed the vegetable while it was on fire? Thoughts of possibly tasting the edible creation were banished as his attention was attracted by the... thief. She was a thief, wasn't she? He hadn't heard of any of the stalls giving their products for free. Well, he had to make sure... ah, she noticed that he was looking, and she was... making a strange expression? What was the eye and tongue wagging supposed to convey? He slowly approached, lifting one hand to call the merchant's attention, even as he kept glancing at the thief who had hid herself close by, to eat. "Um, how much is this?" he asked, indicating one of the vegetables similar to that which the woman had filched. "Oh, that's... wait where did that potato go? Did it fall off?" ...well, that answered the question in Rhyme's mind, even as it did not actually answer what he verbally asked. At any rate, the cooker was scrambling around too much for her to answer him further. Turning back to face the woman who went unnoticed by everyone else, he started to approach her... "Um, hello..." he called out to the lady. Maybe they could sort this out properly? Maybe she simply didn't understand taking other people's things was wrong? Or she was simply hungry? He didn't want to immediately call attention to her, since the merchants might take offense, but on the other hand, he couldn't just leave her alone. He racked his brain on what to say to her, even as his feet brought him closer... Edited by Rhyme, Apr 18 2016, 10:58 PM.
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| Bast | Apr 20 2016, 12:27 PM Post #4 |
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'He shall be tormented with fire and brimstone.../And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up, for ever and ever;'
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Bast wouldn't have been able to say precisely how it worked. If she didn't want them to pay her any attention, they just didn't. It was weird though, the feeling that swept over her skin when it happened, a slow prickling, as though the air her body fed on was inexorably devouring her instead. But they didn't see, their eyes just slid on past, as if they couldn't stick to her, as if she was so unmemorable that she wasn't worth looking at. She didn't mind, it was something she'd gotten used to, to be totally honest. But one of them was looking still, that young man with the silver hair, the fox-face. She swallowed her greasy mouthful and licked steaming fingers clean, dragged her lips across the back of her sleeve. Her dark doe-eyes narrowed dangerously, coal flame sparking in their depths. There was something just...off about him. So pale and wispy, though not like the necromancer. For all his hideous tittering, his coldness, she'd grown oh-so-fond and used to his deathly presence at her side. This one felt altogether...different. He excited her curiosity, though mostly it was the underlying tang of...something...familiar, but unable to put her finger on it. The elemental scrambled upright, her bangs bouncing, then floating aimlessly on their own. He didn't look like he was one of the Snatchers she'd seen, but then she didn't look much like one herself, not that she was one of them...yet. "Alright? What d'yeh want?" |
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