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by Lilith on June 6th, 2010, 7:07 pm
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by Ash'eny on June 6th, 2010, 7:28 pm
Music, wonderful beautiful music. This was a common spot for Ash'eny and his 'friends' to lay about, begging for coin. With the music around, the dancers, people were highly entertained, enjoying themselves, and sometimes were even willing to part with a coin or two. Perhaps it was wrong to take advantage of another person's talent like this, but the men were homeless, and out of the four (Ash'eny included), three of them were wretched or lame or crazy or ill. Ash'eny was the youngest, by far, the healthiest, but was still one of them. His cloak was patched, worn, much like theirs, and body smelled, because of them, but that's how they survived. They stayed together, begged together, and even though it was illegal, they survived together. The group of four men sat against some local home on the opposite side of the small sea of people, which divided the dancing, singing, musical playing people, with the only people probably considered to be 'lower', beggars. "You say I'm lying? Never! I swear it, I was faced against a hundred men, each armed to the teeth and angry as could be, Syliran Knights too, and I had nothin' but that potion that the God of Poison himself made." Ash'eny stood up as he lifted his hand, acting as though he had an invisible bottle of potion in his grasp, the other men snickered as the watched in disbelief, and with good reason. "I shouted out to them. 'Take one more step and I'll drink this elixir and kill you all!' " "Ye' says it'd poison!" Ash'eny paused a moment, realizing the flaw in his story, no, not a flaw, just a stepping stone. "Yes! It was, but they were convinced it was the strength of the Gods and Goddesses themselves in the form of a liquid, and with that, they all fled. It was only after that I found out it was actually just piss and I was supposed to die as the Gods planned. But I guess I outsmarted 'em again." The small group chuckled heavily as the music finally died down and the audience began their applause. There wasn't much of a chance that any of his homeless companions would believe it, but he didn't believe that one of them was the son of some Ancient War General that has been alive for fifteen hundred years. They were stories, meant to pass the time by. But now they were dividing up, hitting different areas to ask for coin, Ash'eny, however, had the rare sensation of restlessness. He didn't want to walk around in his pretend limp or grovel for a few copper mizas. He was entertained enough by storytelling and the music. If he had any musical talent, he may even try something like that. It seemed to get somewhat favored reactions from the Knights, or anybody for that matter. |
It took Ash'eny several moments to realize that he had been staring at Lilith without so much as blinking or turning his head away, as if he had been hypnotized by some sort of magician. He had never really noticed dancing before, he was usually too busy to, but as he caught glimpses of the girl dancing and spinning about, he found himself quite captured, completely helpless, unable to look away, no matter how much he knew he should. It would probably give off the wrong impression for a homeless man like himself to be watching the girl like this. He felt a need to compliment her though, it was illogical, but he felt the strangest desire to do so. |
by Lilith on June 7th, 2010, 9:22 am
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by Ash'eny on June 8th, 2010, 9:23 pm
A single silver rimmed miza was tossed in front of Lilith's path, scattering a very small cloud of dust about as it landed, maybe three paces ahead of her. The man who had tossed the coin was none other than Ash'eny, the beggar, actually handed out a coin to a street performer. Not exactly common considering the person he was. Ash'eny was in the process of stripping off his old homeless cloak and turning it inside out, revealing a solid black, much finer looking article of clothing, though he made sure there was really nobody around to notice or who would care (Syliran Knights, other Beggars, etc). "A moment Missus. I wish to congratulate you on your performance." Ash'eny trotted for several steps to catch up to Lilith, who mostly likely picked up the coin by now. Even though he had the majority of his head and face hidden by the cloak's hood, he acted as though it wasn't there, as if it was completely normal to run around, midday, in a straight black cloak and hood. "I don't believe I've seen that style of dance before. I don't believe I've ever really stopped to watch any dance before for the matter. So I guess I owe you two applauses for being first dance to take my attention and first of that dance that I have ever seen. No, a third is necessary. You are an idol amongst us poorer folk with your performance. You dance for us without requirement of pay. It's like us beggars, except you have talent and even deserve and earn your own pay. Not-so-much for us." Ash'eny grinned faintly as he extend his left hand (which had no pinkie finger) towards Lilith to shake. "The name's Tolby. I've been here in town a few months but I do not believe I've seen you around." Ash'eny would definitely have noticed somebody running around Syliras wearing that sort of outfit most likely. After offering his hand to shake, whether she took advantage of his greeting or not, he would glance up into the sky, the sun was beating down on him mercilessly. The warmth was quite powerful, especially for him, who was wearing a full set of clothing, leather armor, and all that hidden by his large reversible cloak. He felt like he was baking. "Seems a bit warm out here, for my liking at least. Do you drink Missus? I'd be happy to buy you a mug or two if you enjoy a drink." It was fairly rare of Ash'eny to offer anything to anyone. Ash'eny pointed at the tavern as they walked, as if to say 'make up your mind, it's right there'. |
by Lilith on June 9th, 2010, 8:50 pm
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by Ash'eny on June 10th, 2010, 1:19 pm
Ash'eny followed the girl diligently, a faint smile on his face the whole way. When she mentioned that her dancing was just another form of begging, he nodded to himself, not in agreement but in understanding. It made sense, even though it seemed like more work and a greater possibility of income, not to mention dignity was probably a little higher. Then again, her costume probably helped. "I'm sure I could, but there's... not much I'm good at." Of course, he meant that he was good at breaking into homes and stealing small valuables or the occasional pickpocketing, or maybe a mugging or two, but he wasn't stupid enough to announce that. Those kinds of thieves don't earn much or live long. "Any, enough about what we do, I assume you are hungry as well?" Ash'eny smiled as he turned towards the barmaid, who probably was no older than fifteen, and spoke for them both. "Four mugs of beer and two plates of whatever you are serving today." Ash'eny grabbed the young girl as she began to turn away, pulling her back, and e brought up her hand, kissing it lightly, but it was an act though. She smiled because in his own hand, he slipped a few gold Mizas into her own, which the Barmaid herself did not use the secrecy he did to conceal it. He chuckled faintly, finally sitting down. Ash'eny was a different breed of man. He felt a strong urge to help those that needed it. Beggars, fatherless boys, and that girl, though he wasn't certain, he assumed needed an extra two gold coins for her work. It didn't feel natural for Ash'eny that she should be working here at such a young age. "Sorry, I suppose I should have asked first. Would you prefer Ale instead? I can order another mug for you." "Anyway, I know I introduced myself, but I apologize. Tolby is only my street-name. I'm Ash'eny, a pleasure to meet you. I suppose you've been in town quite a bit longer than I have. I've learned to avoid the wealthier districts of town with my chosen profession, the people there tend to treat homeless people more roughly, have a tendency to call in the Knights more often, and the knights always go to where the money is." Ash'eny shrugged, he felt like he was dominating the conversation a little, and since the point of bringing her here was actually because he was curious about her, it made his little non-stop chatter counter-productive. "Anyway, I'm not very interesting." |
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