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Post by witheredinferno on Oct 10, 2017 2:59:32 GMT -5
At the furthest edge of stalls, between a abandoned shed and a grumpy candle seller rests a solitary kurasi. The slow rain evaporates from his exposed skin, rising like a lazy haze past serene eyes. He occasionally plucks at a long stringed instrument in his lap.
Surely, he thinks, something will happen soon.
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Post by Weaver of Fates on Oct 10, 2017 13:26:36 GMT -5
After a few minutes of playing music, the sound of creaking wood comes from within the abandoned shed. The window closest to the ku'rasi groans its protest as it opens for the first time in many years, particles of dust and decaying wood fluttering out into the slow autumn rain. A bleary-eyed fox therian wrenches the window the rest of the way open, then rests her head on her arms and looks down at the ku'rasi with mind amusement. The faintest hint of wine can be smelled on her breath, but her clothing is not that of a beggar or a vagabond. She wears a dark purple peasant's blouse, a leather corset that is well cared for, and a small iron key on a fine rope around her neck.
"That... is a lovely instrument. I've always liked music. Know any other songs?"
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Post by witheredinferno on Oct 10, 2017 18:21:44 GMT -5
The Kurasi hesitates, a hand clamping over the strings to silence their tone. He bows his head, concealing himself with his broad hat. After minutes of furtive expectation, a raspy voice is heard.
"The wind in the tree, the hushed rain or crash of waves... How can I compare?"
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Post by Weaver of Fates on Oct 25, 2017 14:14:14 GMT -5
The fox contemplates his comment for a moment. "Pretty. I haven't heard poetry in a while. Maybe this place is starting to get some culture after all."
She hops out of the window with surprising grace, wobbling a bit once her feet hit the ground, then offers him a gloved hand. "Name's Alicia. It's nice to meet another bard in this city. Your music might not be as beautiful as hushed waves or the wind in the trees, but I still think it's lovely nonetheless. You should think about performing someplace more public. You could make a few coins, buy another... hat, or whatever it is you're into."
She takes another swig from a tinted green bottle. "I gotta admit, though, you'd probably get more luck in a busier city. What brings you out to our fair settlement?"
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Post by witheredinferno on Nov 6, 2017 22:41:54 GMT -5
"The world is kindling dry, rotten, weak and failing. I smell embers here."
He strumed the instrument a few more times, adjusting it for a more mellow sound.
"Three forces gather, United only for blood. Who should be trusted? "
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 7, 2017 16:06:02 GMT -5
In what seems to be rare form some days, Sharara makes her way through the market place. Though she does stop once in a while to look at goods, she had another purpose for being there. The recent festival and the visit of the Baron and his wife, the Count and Sir Jacob, it had attracted a number of merchants. It was one of these that she was there looking for. She owed the man a debt, one that in the chaos of everything that had happened with the Cynderwood, tree mother, had not been collected. The fact that she carried the two potions, unused, he had given her with a mere promise of payment was all that settled her conscience over the nearly forgotten agreement.
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Post by witheredinferno on Nov 7, 2017 22:56:27 GMT -5
Scorch spat in the direction of the Kurasi before withdrawing, his unanswered question lingering like an accusation in the still air. He had no desire to be in the presence of the nearly lost.
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 8, 2017 3:47:39 GMT -5
Sharara pauses, her back stiffening slightly. Looking off in the direction that the fire ku'rasi had withdrawn into, she thought for a moment to call on him but decided against it. The unspoken accusation was not wholely undeserved. Since coming to Cynderfall, there has been a lot of increased risk not just for herself, but Q'Tar as well. The added responsibility of her new station and her choices in handling them have done nothing to lessen that risk and recent events served only as proof to that. Her lips press together into a thin line as Sharara thinks on the hard lessons delivered over the last several days.
After a few seconds, the lightning ku'rasi took a breath and released it slowly as she continued on her way to find the merchant she was looking for, if he was even still in Cynderfall.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 9, 2017 11:00:23 GMT -5
Raphael skips into the Market Square rather jovially. Cleared of the false murder charges, a lone town guard struggles to keep up.
Seeing his school girl crush across the marketplace, he lets out a gasp that seems to come from his heart. He pulls out of his bag some red roses, with what looks like graveyard dirt attached.
He approaches Sharara, a big goofy smile on his face. He takes a knee, and begins something that he's obviously practiced many times before while staring in a mirror:
'Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams, we'll make a fire and count the stars, that shimmer above the trees.'
He stares expectantly at Sharara, a twinkle in his eye, while his town guard escort blushes.
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 9, 2017 11:13:44 GMT -5
Sharara releases a small sigh as she notices Rafael coming. It was not exactly the peson she wanted to find just then. She induldges his display stoicly. "Rafael... get up." She shakes her head, exasperated. "You should really focus on other pursuits than me."
She glances up and down the various stalls in hopes to see the alchemy merchant before turning her attention back to Rafael. "It's just as well you're here, though, I suppose. I did want to talk to you."
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 9, 2017 11:45:10 GMT -5
Raphael tilts his head.
"What focus would you rather I focus on?"
He ponders what Sharara could have to talk to him about.
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 9, 2017 11:54:46 GMT -5
"You and aren't alike, Rafael. I don't seek the sort of affection you desire. I think there is likely someone else out there better suited to your attempts than I am." She was not sure she could fully convey the differences between Rafael's people and her own.
"If you're willing to do a couple things for me, I have things that I'd ask you to do."
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 9, 2017 12:02:10 GMT -5
Raphael wonders for a second. "I'm new to emotion, but I know that your type experience... love?" He recalls another Kurasi flirting with tree sister, Fae, and several other creatures.
"Are you... racist against humans?!" He gasps as he looks at the town guard.
Getting back on track, he wonders out loud, "What do you need done?"
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 9, 2017 12:39:28 GMT -5
"In a way we do, but it's not quite the same. Our reasons for it are different than other races." She lets the racist question go unanswered, knowing that any that has known her long enough knows that is not the case.
"Two things. The first, the vampire that chose to infect me... I don't know when next I'll have the time to hunt it down, if I will. I would like to ask you to hunt it down and destroy it. The second is about you and what transpired recently. Sir Jacob freed both of you from the charges, but the question is still there and open, opinions will still stain your name and your family's name. People would see you punished for it regardless if they had a say. I want you to find and bring me the person responsible, much as you sought to clear your name in everyone's eyes of the theft on Q'Tar." She studies Rafael as she waits for what he has to say.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 9, 2017 15:29:36 GMT -5
Raphael gleams with excitement, then the excitement fades.
"The vampire task is easy enough. I think the Family can handle this fairly easily. I've got some experience with looking into vampires, werewolves and the sort. I will prepare a soon and see that this is done."
He continues, "As far as the person who is responsible for the murders, I think that this could prove more difficult. The spell that I used to prove my innocence has been forbidden. Are you going to give me the seal of your office so that I can properly evaluate and determine the murderers identity?"
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