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Ain't No Party Like a Sunberthian Party

Postby Qali Stripe on April 25th, 2014, 3:29 pm

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20th of Spring, 514 AV

While parties were not normally Qali's cup of tea, the fact it had become a noisy night because of it was enough reason for Qali to take the night off of her hunting and attempt a bit of socialization, or at the very least, observe some of the people get drunk and do incredibly dumb things. Being that she had given up on her hunting in favor of observing this outrageous display of anarchy, she had chosen to take on her human form. She felt this would be safer, in case one of the drunken patrons decided to do something stupid aimed at the owl. She shook her head at the thought.

The sun had gone down a while ago and the moon was shining above while the party goers where all getting smashed and some even began singing and playing musical instruments. The Kelvic held her large woolen coat around her diminutive frame and watched the fire rage. The smell was indeed awful, but having been here for the three short years of her life, Qali was slowly getting used to it and it did not bother her as much anymore. The feeling of the fire during the cooling evening felt nice as it burned in a low ember sort of way. The heat and smoke rose from the pile of dark material and into the darkening sky. The smoke had been raging for so long Qali had to wonder if there were stars in the sky they couldn't see from the blanket of smoke she imagined was hovering over Sunberth, constantly hiding the depths of the sky from them.

A loud laugh drew her attention away from the sky and back onto the people around her. She pulled a slender hand with long fingers through her short hair and brushed it back. It was so dirty it took little coaxing to make it stay out of her eyes. Maybe tomorrow she would go looking for some little pool of water to run through her hair to keep it from getting too much dingier, but maybe not. It was hard enough getting water suitable to drink, let alone to waste it in your hair. The Kelvic smirked to herself, she imagined what it would be like to come to Sunberth from a richer city, like Syliras, and see the dirty people littering the streets. Some old men began to wander by Qali as her train of thought derailed, the men all either singing or playing some sort of wooden flutes. Qali offered a small, amused smile as they continued to walk around the slag heap, playing in discord with the other groups who had taken up their instruments of choice.

As they moved on to the next few people sitting around near Qali she moved a finger to the dirt and plucked an old piece of pottery from the dust and began scratching a small owl figure into the dirt with the dull shard. The earth felt cool under her as did the pottery shard, but it quickly warmed to her touch and the heat of the fire burning near by. All the music around her got her foot tapping slightly and she even began to whistle along with the most prominent sounding musical group or song, even switching between them, creating a discordant melody.



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Ain't No Party Like a Sunberthian Party

Postby Buras on April 25th, 2014, 8:47 pm



'Now this, is a party.' Buras thought as he danced around the fire, most likely making a fool of himself.

How he got there was a bit blurry, but he could remember that he got a drink, and another, and another. Now, he wouldn't say he was drunk, but he certainly could feel a bit of a buzz.

As he was dancing, he sang the songs that came to his head, which were often the ones being played the loudest.

When he next went for a gulp of his drink, nothing came out. Laughing at how it was already gone, Buras walkes over to a nice place to have a sit.

'Alright, I may be a bit drunk.' Buras thought to himself. Calling some young lad over who probably shouldn't be drinking, Buras took the boys cup, and dumped it over his face. That did the trick, not the drink, but how cold it felt after it was off him. "Thank you." Buras says handing the drink back to the boy, who now had a slightly irritated look on his face.

Deciding to just sit there and let his mind clear a bit more, Buras looks at the people around him. No one stayed in the group long, those leaving quickly being replaced by others. But one person stayed. That person looked like a boy. And he was drawing something. He didn't know what, but it interested him. Getting a better look at it, he sees that it was a bird of some sort. Deciding to further find out what it was, Buras gets closer.

"What are you drawing?" Buras asked. There was no harm in asking.

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Ain't No Party Like a Sunberthian Party

Postby Kellerman on April 28th, 2014, 8:39 pm

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Kellerman had barely arrived in Sunberth, and already he was taken aback by the unique atmosphere of the city. The ghost was drifting from place to place, stopping quickly and moving on again, doing his duty. Sunberth was the perfect place for Kellerman's hobby.
The dirty people on their dirty streets were appalling to Kellerman, and so the ghost ran as far away as he could from these poor areas, forgetting his purpose for visiting. The problem was that he was almost entirely submerged in the filth, so his efforts were in vain. After bells of avoiding eye contact and speeding along the dirt paths, Kellerman stumbled onto an enormous clearing with a great fire in the center. Hundreds of men, women, and some children were dancing, singing, playing, smoking, snorting... every possible bodily action and movement was to be seen. This was the first time that Kellerman had been to a party, and he was in utter shock. To see so many individuals freely expressing themselves while consuming substances of all sorts and making fools of themselves was very strange to the ghost.
Kellerman shifted his gaze to specifically the fire. It was huge and spewed black smoke into the sky, which was otherwise bright with the full moon. Kellerman materialized into his permanent form, his white clothes gleaming. Like a moth, his eyes fixed on the fire, Kellerman strolled over to the center of the clearing.
Kellerman looked like an oil painting with his materialization, but everyone did now, anyway, because of the fire. Not looking at his feet, Kellerman continued around the fire, sticking his hands out as if to feel the warmth of the bonfire, even though he couldn't. After glancing down once at his feet, Kellerman noticed that he was making no impression on the dirt ground. He concentrated his soulmist projection around his body in the case that he bumped into anyone, and to create shoe prints on the dirt. And with that, the ghost became that much more realistic.
Paying little attention to the music, the ghost hobbled about a little bit longer, his shoes making dirt imprints on the ground. Kellerman took a step backward to let somebody pass him and felt something crunch beneath his feet, but before he could think about it, he slipped on his heel on that crunched object and flipped around, falling face-first toward the ground behind him. The ground wasn't empty where he fell, but instead occupied by a feminine-looking boy on the ground. The last thing going through his head before a materialized, soulmist surrounded, practically human Kellerman fell on top of the boy was that he had just stepped on his fingers, and he was about to be hit again.
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Ain't No Party Like a Sunberthian Party

Postby Qali Stripe on April 28th, 2014, 10:01 pm

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DAY of SEASON, 514 AV

Qali glanced up as she heard soft foot steps approach and spotted a man come up and sit down near her. The way he moved and swayed she could guess he was a little inebriated. A smirk tugged at the far corner of her lips as she turned her gaze back down to the little dirt drawing she was making. She was happy to sit quietly and let her little task of trying to draw consume her, but soo she heard a voice with a question directed at her. "What are you drawing?" She lifted her chin and her gaze to look at the drunk man who'd sat down near her and had since scooted a little closer, inspecting her poor drawing in the dirt. Qali's lips lost their semblance of a smirk and she lifted a dirt coated hand to brush her hair back again.

"It's supposed to be an owl..." She informed him as she looked down at the doodle now, frowning a bit as she knew it was far from good. It looked like some oddly shapen oval with little indents for eyes and a beak. "It's kind of hard to draw in the dirt." This conclusion she spoke aloud, but mostly to herself. She curled her fingers around the pottery shard and went to try to do a better job in a new patch of dirt. This time she was careful to carve deeper into the ground to get a deeper, more obvious line. It was going pretty well this time around too, well, until she felt something press her hand down and before she realized what was happening she felt her fingers get stepped on.

Qali hissed in pain and tried to pry her hand away, the small piece of pottery she had been sketching with dropped to the ground. As she went to yell at whoever had just stepped on her she was hit with something heavier and harder. A person. A whole person. Some idiot had not been watching where he was going and had not only stepped on her fingers, he had fallen on top of her. Annoyance and irritation began to show on her boyish face as she regained a bit of her senses after the person had fallen on her. She tried to sit up but was still pinned under the person. With a soft grunt she moved her hands to try and shove whoever was on top of her, off.

"It's really bad manners to just fall on a person you know!" She spat out to the boy who'd fallen on her. She now had a bit more sense to her and was carefully eyeing the boy who had offended her most recently. Her clothing and hair was even dustier and dirtier than it had been and she was now incredibly cross. What was supposed to be a nice, easy going night, had turned into a shyke-fest in about two seconds. It was not that she was no longer pinned down she began checking her pockets, making sure the boy had not tried to lift any coin from her.


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Postby Buras on April 29th, 2014, 1:05 am



"Well, it's certainly better then what I could do." Buras was able to say before the boy triped over the girl.

Before he could do more then shift a little, they both got up, well, the first boy more or less pushed the boy off, and looking at each other. Thinking the best thin to do now, in his buzzed thoughts, was to get what the first boy used to draw the owl. He then decided to give drawing a go himself, idly wondering about the other two people that have now caught his interest. Deciding to stick with the birc theme, Buras begins to draw a crow. It looked terrible, with an oval body, a round head and triangle beak and wing, and a rectangular tail all on top spindly legs that could never hold an actual bird. But aside all that, Buras was rather proud of it. It was the first thing he really drew, not a doodle on a table with ale, but an actual drawing.

That now done, Buras, without really caring if he was interrupting something or not, Buras says, "By the way, my name is Buras. If I'm going to talk to somebody, I want them to know my name and I theirs."

Buras realized he was a bit straight forward with that. 'Oh well, it is the truth.'

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Postby Kellerman on April 29th, 2014, 1:47 am

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Kellerman landed on top of the effeminate-looking boy with a thud. Finally up close and in contact, Kellerman realized that he was actually on top of a girl. Her natural shape, hair, and loose clothes hid her gender well, but his time around corpses educated him well. Plus, more trustingly, being on top of her, Kellerman knew what he felt, or a lack thereof.
He locked eyes with her, her brown eyes only hairs away from his own gray eyes. His body pressed against hers, his chest pushing firmly on her own, however little there was in the way. His thoughts carried him away and he heard her make a slight groan, almost a moan, as she pushed at him.
The ghost got up, a serious look on his face. He took her hand, trying to assess the damage he had caused.
Not apologizing, he dropped her hand and stood up, staring at her dirty hair and face. He thought about helping her dust off but her comment angered him. On top of that, she checked her pockets warily. As if! Kellerman wasn't here to lift mizas from poor people.
He almost left, but didn't want to end his trip so soon. He turned on his heel and faced her again. His materialization was starting to wear down, and his soulmist faded. He pushed for his materialization, but he couldn't make contact with her now because he had exhausted his soulmist.
Sitting down, or really floating, on the dirt, he forced a smile at her.
"This place does not suit you, young lady," he said in his manner of speech that was akin to noblemen, even though Kellerman was not a noble, in the old Zeltivan days, during "rebuilding."
He looked up and around and noticed a drunk young man doodling next to her on the ground.
"Who is this intoxicated individual? I do not approve of your spending time with such men," he a said in a commanding tone.
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