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To fill one's stomache

Postby Rina on September 12th, 2015, 7:13 pm

Fall 42 Evening


On a particularly overcast evening a starving girl shambled through the city. She was a stranger to the city, and beyond that a freak. The girl was one of Sahova's failed experiments, a test subject that had managed to leave the island as if searching for some final place to collapse and die. The girls clothes consisted of a tattered jacket and a filthy shirt and pair of pants. As the girl walked along she stumbled to the part of Zeltiva called east street. Luckily for the girl she fit in among the rabble that meandered the alleys and buildings that called east street home.

The girl wasn't really sure of her purpose the only thing driving her was her hunger, the last of her provisions had been eaten two days ago and her stomach had ye to cease reminding her of that particularly unpleasant fact. Roving on instinct the urchin's stomach pulled her towards the smells of food and warmth. The place she found though was not likely one that could be called fortunate for her. The building that had attracted the girl now lay across the street, the name of the place was written in red lettering above the door on a Garish sign, if the girl could read she would know it said Loveless. In front of the place there were several women all garbed in colorful dresses that truly made the girls outfit look like some collection of rags. The women looked happy, they tossed catcalls at passing men and sipping from the glasses they held. The girl unconsciously licked her lips, the thought of eating made her hungrier than she already had been.

Could she be happy like the women standing across the street. What would it be like to have ribs that didn't show through your skin? to not have to worry about looking for something to eat every day? Staring at the colorful establishment the child imagined what it would be like to have a warm bead and food to eat. The idea appealed to her greatly. So much so that she decided that she was willing to sacrifice whatever she had to become one of those colorful women.

So the girl took a single step towards the building, ready to cross the street. Unaware of the particular type of price she could end up paying.
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Postby Azrayel Kolasi on September 14th, 2015, 5:41 am


42nd of Fall, 515 AV
Zeltiva, East Street, near The Loveless
Evening

Azrayel bubbled with laughter as he stumbled contentedly down the road. There was no particular destination that called to him, no ultimate goal that drove him forward. His mind buzzed happily with a kelp-beer induced fog, and for the time being, he was alright. He had coin in his pocket, a sword at his hip, and his city rose up to greet him, as it always did. Tomorrow morning might bring with it great poverty and uncertainty, but for now Leth beamed brightly upon him, and under his pale glow, all was well.

He rested a moment, bracing himself on a wall as the world spun and rested at strange, tilted angles. Where am I? He glanced around, a couple of sailor tattoo's on a passing group of men catching his attention. The Sailor's Quarter?How'd I wind up here? He grasped at his midriff as was doubled over by another burst of mirth. He looked up the road, his eyes widening ever so slightly as they fell upon the single greatest thing he had ever behold in his entire life.

Pale skin that seemed to glow warmly under the pillowy silver rays of the moon, it poured out of her low-cut gown like cream. Azrayel felt a stirring in his chest and he stood back up straight, stumbling a little before making a (mostly) straight line toward her. In a city that had turned into a monochromatic pallet of moody blues, but she was a singular prism of vibrancy. Even impaired as he was, he knew fully well what she was. He knew what soliciting her services made him. And he would deal with all of that, only tomorrow.

A stocky, sailor-type shoved past Azrayel, sending him limply slamming into a wall. "Watch it!"He brushed his arm off, grumbling as he continued walking. "Damn drunkards..."

Azrayel felt his stomach continue moving even though he had stopped, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Maybe I could do with some... Water... As he stood back up straight, trying to gently shake the fog from his brain, if only enough to let him keep walking, he saw something that made his eyebrows furrow.

A little girl, all in rags, had stumbled out into the street, and was apparently making her way toward the whorehouse. She was as scrawny as she was short, and she seemed distressed. Azrayel could see the sheen of her sweat from down the road, catching the faint light of the moon. It was an immensely sobering sight, and with some trepidation, Azrayel crossed the street, cautiously approaching her, though not outright trying to hide his approach.

He got close to her, but not threateningly so, before speaking in a soft, runny voice. "Oi, you there." He was close enough to get a better look at her now. Her eyes were vividly coloured. Probably Vantha, He drunkenly pondered, before continuing. "You lost, little'un? This area can be a mite dangerous, 'speshially this time of night."
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Postby Duuma on September 17th, 2015, 11:59 am

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Postby Scarr on September 18th, 2015, 4:25 am

Prostitutes. He hated this part of the city. Just the thought of these beautiful smart women degrading themselves to cheap play things for men and women alike made him sick to his stomach. The only reason he wandered over to this lustful street was because he needed information, and women were known to gossip whilst among themselves, plus he would have been damned if he were to buy piss in a mug from a bartender just to hear something he could go find himself. Thus he was here staff upon his back, arms folded inward to keep himself warm. All he would have to do now is stand, wait, and listen to the women chit chat about until something caught his muse.

He had not even been standing there for 30 ticks and his ears were already filled with talk of sex, and what man pleasured the best. It made his stomach churn. He did not enjoy his current situation. Thinking back on the matter, his affliction came from the months his drunk of a father tried to "Make him a man" by bedding one of the half naked women. He would always say things like "Come on! Are you not my son? Are you not of my blood?" as well as "You're mother was a prostitute, so you should feel connected to them!" Neither which made him bed one of the women nor travel with his father to this part of the city again. He was just different from his father at the end of the day.

"Hey there big boy, why don't you come wrap those arms around me?" One woman approached from the left rubbing her fingers across his markings, peaking from under her veil to mask her face only showing her eyes. He had to restrain himself, having half a mind to mush the woman as hard as he could away from him as if she were an object blocking his goal. Regaining his composure he politely responded "No I couldn't do that", taking a step back to fully reject her offer.

"I'll charge you half price? If you can show me how strong these arms of yours are." She advanced again, Scarr ignoring her this time only hearing the muffled sound of her voice. His gray eyes scanned the crowd of people. Not that there was much to look at. There was nothing out here but drunken horny men looking to have their way with sober desperate women. There were a few stragglers that were either just passing through this part of the city, or doing other things, but all in all this was the scene. He was growing bored of standing and watching. He knew things like this would require patience, but this was ridiculous.

There was a flicker of white that caught his attention, a blank piece of space that came in and took a piece of color with its movement. Locking his eyes on the absence of color, he realized that it was hair connected to a rather short woman. By the looks of things, she seemed to be moving in on a man taller than her. "Just another prostitute looking for another man." he figured until he saw the white haired woman reach her destination. There seem to be a child among them. Where they married? Or maybe it's the woman's child who had gotten lost? What ever the reason, he didn't like the way that the woman was standing let alone looking at the man. He knew there was trouble brewing in the midst of the sexed up crowd.

This was it, this would be his chance to finally really help someone in need. Yes given it was a child, but he would have to start somewhere. He moved slowly, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he attempted to sneak up on the conversation. "What if they really are just a family?" the thought entered his mind causing him to slow his pace a bit. Shyke! he hated when he second guessed his decisions. He would just keep going and deal with it when he got there. But what would he say? What would he do? He started to wish that he would have thought this through before walking up on two adults and a child as if they had done something wrong. He would just apologize and turn around. Yes! That was it, he would act like he had made a mistake and just get out of there. But what if there was really trouble? He would feel horrible if something bad happened because he didn't intervene. Killing the butterflies in his gut, he approached the group with a half smile upon his face. "How are things?" he blurted out his voice bellowing outward. "Great talk about playing it cool."
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Postby Azrayel Kolasi on September 19th, 2015, 1:11 am


Azrayel had not waited but five ticks for the poor little vagrant to respond, before he heard another voice pointed in his direction.

"All good here?"

He lurched to the side to get a look at her. Well aren't you easy on the eyes? White hair cascaded down to frame her eyes, twin circlets grass faded by early touches of winter. As he studied her a moment longer, something else began to dawn on him. Are those scales on her nose? And what's with the accent?

Standing up straight - or as straight as the drunken acrobatic could manage - he addressed the white haired woman in a slurred, whirring voice, his thick accent marking him unmistakably as a native Zeltivan. "We're fine. All fine here. You fine, little'un?" He gave the girl a passing nod as if answering his own question for her, before looking back to Okanis. "She's fine. How are you?"

Then another voice, more jarring and much less pleasant, nearly knocked him over."How are things? Azrayel stumbled, and caught himself on a nearby wall, pointing at the Eypharian with one hand, his other hesitantly drifting toward the hilt of his cutlass.

"Oi, what's your deal then, mate?" Azrayel spoke in a more reserved, sober voice now, his eyes widening ever so slightly as the reality of his situation began to sink in. Alone on East Street, near the Loveless. A mysterious poor looking young girl wandering into danger, and now suddenly non-humans pouring outward from the backdrop of the city. It was all a little too much for him to process, and his brain began flooding his veins with adrenaline in response.

It was difficult to quellt the urge to run.
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Postby Scarr on September 27th, 2015, 12:33 am

His head shifted back as if she had just slapped him in the face with her words. His heart pounded in his ears. What was he to say? What was he to do? His eyes shifted from the woman to the child and back. Her hands in her pockets, her body looked to be relaxed though the tone in her voice said otherwise. What did he just walk into? Still remaining silent, he glanced down to the child who had said so much as a word yet and stood there between the three adults. He could only imagine how scary this had to be to have a giant, an obvious drunk, and what he assumed to be a prostitute corner you in a big crowed like this.

A kind smile mustered on his face as he knelt down to the child's level. "Hey, my name is Scarr, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?" He politely asked. All he had to do was see if the girl was safe and comfortable with these two, then he would leave. The first thing he noticed about the child was her smell. Not only did it sadden him, but it brought back memories of his childhood going days without baths. It didn't necessarily mean that the little one was homeless, but the was the poor part of the city after all. Another thing that he had noticed was that the little girl was nothing but skin and bones. She looked as if she hadn't eaten for days. He only hoped that she didn't come to this part of the city to beg for food. "I think that you may have wondered into the wrong part of the city, would you like help finding your home?" He asked placing his hand on her shoulder still giving a smile that said "I"m here to help"

Sliding his eyes to the two other adults who still stood, the woman was still standing as she did when he first approached, the man on the other hand began sliding his hand towards what probably would be his weapon. Retracting his confusingly wet hand from the girl, he stood up. Was he really ready for a fight? He knew how to take a hit from going at it with the old man, but fighting a real person with weapons and in the street was new to him. Thinking quick on his feet, he spat out one of the lies from the top of his head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I am here with very important people, and I am sure that you wouldn't want any angry ephyarians looking for you. I'm not here to cause harm, just here to lend a hand." he pointed his finger back toward the man whilst speaking in a firm yet calm tone. He even went as far as flexing his muscles a bit to make himself seem mighty. It was alot he knew, but he also knew that he was not prepared for a fight right now. He would have to sell this one.
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Postby Torian on September 27th, 2015, 7:41 am

42 of Fall, 515 A.V


Torian leaned on a low wall, observing the busy street. There were colorful women mulling about, mewling at strangers as they passed by. Their intoxicating perfumes and vibrancy were inviting and warm, causing many to wander into their open arms. From across the way a pretty brunette tossed him a wink and waved seductively. A spark of interest ignited his muscles, causing his nose to twitch. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair before resuming his lazy stance against the wall. His eyes never left the woman, but she had grabbed on to another man and was pulling him into the darkness of the ally. Torian’s eyes flicked to the left to observe another exchange between a few sailors. They laughed heartedly and patted each other on the back. The woman was forgotten quickly in favor of other, more visible people and thankfully the street was crawling with them.

The Kelvic yawned loudly and unashamedly. He’d only been awake for a short time and having already had a meal, was feeling ready for another nap. He lazily flicked a moth off his shoulder and turned his gaze again. Another man was being lured in by the lively women, but something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned slightly and squinted his eyes as he honed in on a small raggedy girl. She was headed towards the women, but she seemed out of place. For a moment he thought she might belong to one of them. Some kind of accidental pregnancy as a result of the services they provided, but it stood to reason that the kid would be in slightly better shape if indeed she was a child of the prostitutes. They’d make her look better and try to initiate her into the business, one would think. Besides, she looked like she had taken a dunk in the sea, and although it wasn’t too chilly, he couldn’t imagine dampness in this temperature would be comfortable.

Actually, as he gave it more thought, wetness at all wasn’t preferable.

A man greeted her, clearly drunk. Torian narrowed his eyes and shifted so that his hands were resting comfortably in his pockets. The muscles rippled in his calves as he adjusted to a slightly more alert position. He wasn’t particularly fond of children, and instinctually he saw them as a burden unless they were his own. That wasn’t to say that he wished to see this one harmed. Before he could make a decision to act, a very pretty woman emerged from the shadows and joined the two. Torian chuffed in annoyance. Now he had more to consider. This woman looked nicer than the prostitutes across the street, so obviously, she wasn’t one. She looked far more capable than the drunk man, and seemed more concerned for the girl.

Then, as if some weird joke, an Eypherian joined them as well. What was going on? Torian looked to the sky where a few stars were slowly beginning to fade into view. Sending a quick prayer to Zintila, he began to trot over to the group. He could offer his service if needed, and if not, then at least he wouldn’t have the child’s well-being on his conscious. When he was within hearing range he heard the Eypherian say he was with there with important people causing the Kelvic to skid to a stop a few yards away. That sounded like trouble, and as he eyed the six large arms warily, he began to rethink his decision to get involved.
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Postby Rina on October 2nd, 2015, 12:21 am

The child set out to cross the street, out found herself interrupted by a man calling towards her, using a rather brashly phrased "Oi, you there." Walking semi unsteadily towards her with an odd precision, the man proceeded to look the girl over as if pondering her existence. "You lost, little'un? This area can be a mite dangerous, 'speshially this time of night." Assuming the man was indeed referring to her the girl shook her head. "This one is not lost". the child said, she wasn't lost really, as she was not really going anywhere and had no destination thus could not be called lost. A moment after the girl responded another oddity appeared, a pale woman waked towards the pair, looking at the girl and asking if things where "All good here?" Not sure how to respond the child merely shrugged, things were not good, but that was not a new development for the child.

Before the small girl could really respond though the man responded to the pale woman in her stead informing the woman that She was indeed fine before inquiring how the pale woman was doing herself.

The girl was not quite sure how to respond to the two, the girls thoughts were again derailed by the appearance of another man a man with arms numbering six and a voice that could not be ignored as he oddly half shouted at the three "ALL GOOD HERE?" The question triggering reactions from both those standing near her, the drunken man glowering at the new arrival as if unsure of the man was a threat or not. The woman's reaction was to ignore smile, though it was an odd reaction before stating that
"I would prefer it if the child told me how she was doing,"

The situation was one that was, developing more quickly than the child could keep up with, no one had asked her specific questions only vague ones and the child didn't deal well with concepts beyond the literal. As she was trying to assert her thoughts the six armed man leaned down to her level looking her in her face. then he began to speak at her now ignoring the others. "Hey, my name is Scarr, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?" That was a question the girl understood, And thus responded to in kind. "Salutations, This one has no name nor number now after release, I apologize for lack of data on the matter but circumstances have rendered the situation thusly" The response for lack of a better word was emotionless, delivered as if the response was one taught or programmed into the child. Upon receiving an answer the man asked a second question "I think that you may have wondered into the wrong part of the city, would you like help finding your home?" While the question was phrased with more words than necessary the girl understood that the directive was to inquire whether she needed help find her "home". Responding again to the question the girl stated "This one does not require aid in returning home as her home no longer exists" With that the girl again resumed a mute silence watching the situation develop as it was no longer within her control. The Six armed man then pointed at the other man warning him that he would be wise to not start trouble. Though The child found the entire dialogue confusing, this was nothing like her days as a test subject on Sahova.
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Postby Azrayel Kolasi on October 8th, 2015, 11:27 pm


Azrayel surveyed the Eypharian as he addressed him, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he sized the man up from top to bottom. He was a bigger one, that was for certain - not much bigger than Azrayel himself, but the difference was there. And look at all those arms... He could feel his throat tighten at the sight of them; like the same instinctual repulsion that creeps into the gut at the sight of a spider. He could imagine all of those hands balled into fists, hammering down on him like the fury of a thunderstorm. Azrayel could almost feel a level of jealousy for the Eypharian’s natural assets; if he was even as experienced as Azrayel in combat, which wasn’t a particularly high bar, dealing with multiple limbs would be overwhelming. No way in hell I’d win…

The corners of his mouth twisted into a sardonic smirk. Seems like fun. He moved past the nameless little girl and Okanis to get uncomfortably close to Scarr's face."Angry Eff.... Effer.... Arians...?" His smirk tilted and hardened, his face now wreathed in a grin with razor sharp edges - baring his teeth at the Ephyarian like fangs, his slurred voice coming out in a low, predatory growl. "Sounds like a party, mate." His hands were balled into fists at his sides as he spoke, and he had already shifted his legs apart, lowering his center as if preparing to take a blow. "I promise, the sword’ll shtay in it’s sheath.” He patted the hilt of his cutlass as if to accentuate the point, looking down at it to make sure it was secure, before turning his gaze back to bore into Scarr’s eyes, mugging him as hard as he could manage.

”So how ‘bout it, tough guy? Feel’n like startin’ some aggro?” As he spoke, he slowly lifted a hand, and began to jab at Scarr’s chest. ”Or are you bloody duff, mate?”
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