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Naia is off duty when she spots someone who doesn't quite fit on board The Mischief

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Fanfare (Rey)

Postby Naia Whitewater on January 20th, 2016, 8:40 am

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Speech | 45th of Winter, 515 AV | Thoughts

The morning had been slow. Awfully, ridiculously slow.

Most of the cargo had long since been taken onto the docks, and orders and the transfer of goods was nearing completion. The Mischief would soon be in preparation to the intake of new trade goods, and beginning to prepares its journey back to sea, and all the hard work and labour the Svefra had thus completed would be done again, in reverse order.

For whatever reason, the Svefra had thought that docking in Alvadas would cause the crew to calm. She was wrong, oh Gods she was wrong. The performers were simply so much... happier? They were active and loud, blissful, but then again, she supposed, the vast majority were ignoring the whispers of the crew, feigning ignorance of the illness of the city. She could have sworn that they were holding auditions every other day, with a new band of hopefuls clamouring themselves on board presenting whatever skills or talents they deemed to be oh so unique, so riveting and brilliant.

Not all of them ended what one would call 'well,' or even vaguely near it.

She'd seen someone run scream-crying down the stairs in full terror a couple of days prior. If only to lose even further face, the poor dear slipped on the slick stairs, and fell head over heel, hitting the bucket Naia was using to swab the desks and drenching herself in grey water. The girl had screamed again, then. Nothing intelligible, just... screaming. At Naia. For a good few chimes before she picked her sodden butt of the deck and continued her sobbing dash off of the ship.

The woman's lips curved delightfully as she further thought on what had become a ridiculously treasured memory, and she tugged on the knot that was supposed to tying to make sure that the line held no slack. The people on The Mischief weren’t awful. For all their Alvad blood, the vast majority could be described as nothing much more than eccentric. The woman had no doubt that the performers had given the woman any ill will, and this she was obviously reacting poorly to a polite decline. She still could have paid her way on board, had she not such a wild reaction. Paid her way on board and work herself until someone accepted her into their performance, but she obviously did not wish to take such an option.

Another sailor slid by her, roused her from her thoughts, and secured the other line, and the woman didn't bother to hide the fact that she was watching him as he went about his work, from the tightness of the rope, to the number of wraps and when it was fastened. Svefra or no, she didn't want to tie the incorrect knot, or let it slip and go slack and cause the item they were securing to the ship move in turbulent waters. It seemed that the man had tied what she’d heard called a clove hitch, but he’d then reinforced it with some other further tie, of which she had no idea, and it was with reluctance that she acknowledged that she would soon need to ask for aid.

Before she had the chance, however, she felt a hand tap on her shoulder, and the same sailor from before cut in and took over, hooking his thumb towards one of the superior deckhands, and it was obvious quite enough that her presence was asked for elsewhere. She didn’t make a fuss, and flashed the man as much of a polite nod and nod as she could manage, before slipping off towards the quite obviously authoritive sailor.

“You’re off duty,” The quirk to her eye brows that followed obviously called for the man to further explain, “Some one’s sick, you’re back on this evening.” That was all he wished to say, apparently, and the man was gone as soon as he had made his presence known. Naia was left to seek her own entertainment for the day, by then too active to consider sleep, and she found herself on the top decks of The Mischief, mischievous grin taking to her as she noted several sailors who were most definitely supposed to be working watching some of the famed auditions - the man, young as he was, seemed poised to play the fiddle.

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Postby Yisanareysin on January 24th, 2016, 2:21 am

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There were pros and cons to each type of client. Take professional clients, for instance. They were merchants, mostly, and knew how to deal with someone like Rey. Emotion may have led them to seek him out, but they typically kept it out of their dealings. They gave him all the details he needed to know, he gave them a price, they shook on it, and that was it. Calm, easy, and efficient. And best of all, the requests they made of him were reasonable, practical. On the other hand it was harder, nearly impossible to cheat them or.. inflate his prices. They knew what his time and information was worth, and would pay not a copper more.

With the regular saps... Well.

Rey nodded with as much sympathy as he could fake for what felt like the tenth time in this fifteen chime meeting. "And I've felt him growing distant over this last month, and he's been so snappy, and.. and.." The man burst into tears, covering his face, and Rey ground his teeth.

Some of his frustration must have shown on his face, as the woman hurriedly patted her husband's shoulder, and turned to Rey. "Please, mister.. uh, mister spy person. We just.. we just want to know if our son is planning to run away. Here." She passed him a locket, and opened it up. Inside was a painting of an elegant young man, not even twenty by Rey's estimate, smiling up from the picture. "His name's Sulvin, Sulvin Whitewave. He's a good lad, I swear, but it's just-"

If Rey had to hear any more of this petching family's life story he was going to scream. Reaching out, he took the locket, and patted the woman's hand. Standing, he turned to go.

"Wait!" Oh gods Rey was actually going to eat this man. If he wasn't paying twice Rey's normal fee... Rey turned to look at the shaking human. "Maybe.. check the docks. Sulvin loves the stories of my Svefra father, maybe he's..." Rey nodded yet again, feeling like a trained monkey, and left the house.

They seemed like such a sweet family. So protective of their child. Perhaps if he found something on the son, Rey could convince the boy to pay him off. Double his profit on this job, and if he played his cards right, not even a hit to his reputation. If he played them really, really well, he might even be able to get the family to rehire him later to "find" the boy.

Aah, but Rey was getting ahead of himself. For all he knew, the family was overreacting, and the boy was just going out to gamble or something. Rey supposed he could find the boy and follow him, but perhaps he should take the father's advice. There weren't as many ships around to carry passengers in the winter, but there was one, very notable ship. Rey headed towards the docks, smiling to himself. If Rey was a wealthy, sheltered young man who had only ever lived in Alvadas, then he'd probably go for the ship he knew he could pay for passage on.

The Mischief, half theatre, half circus, current docked at the Patchwork Port. And currently, holding auditions, apparently. Making his way on deck, Rey smirked at the sight of a man very dramatically dancing around with some sort of instrument, drawing laughter from the crowd around him. Heading away from the huddle of people hoping to audition, Rey leaned against the railing, trying to look casual.

Now, who on board was most likely to have the information he needed?


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Postby Naia Whitewater on January 28th, 2016, 7:15 am

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"This is beautiful," she grinned, jabbing the much taller man in the side. It would have been a much more playful tap on the shoulder if the brute wasn't so outlandishly tall. Not that she was complaining - it was nice to have a sailor on deck who could reach some of the higher ropes without needing one to climb the riggings. He gave a low grunt, and a curt nod of his head, and the Svefra was satisfied that she'd earned the man's agreement.

It would be cruel to say that the vast majority of those who auditioned for 'The Mischief' soon enough had their hearts and spirits crushed.

Perhaps it would be kinder to say that they were merely... set in another direction.

One far, far away from the ship.

Such a hard truth wasn't at all surprising, for perhaps one or ten too many hopefuls were at one point rejected from The Crook. Those who were scorned and had their minds on ugly things were the ones that were caught up the most. Those of particular pull or knowledge among the performers would frown, or maybe give that bitter twist of her mouth, or crinkle their nose in an unsightly manner, and then the hopeful's fate was sealed. Usually there was a statement that followed, one that gave the deciding reason for rejection, and the next would be pushed forward.

As much as Naia didn't understand the ship's theatrical side, they had her utmost respect, and the woman would be lying if she said she wasn't eyeing off some of the more easy going acrobats to teach her a trick or two. Alas, such idle fancies would wait until the ship was once more at sea, for the time being there was too much excitement to hope to catch them in boredom.

Those around her erupted into another bound of laughter, and the Svefra craned her neck as she sought the source, her thoughts having washed out the scene before her, and evidently causing her to miss quite the peculiarity. The performer had stopped, and was making his way down to the lower decks in quite the slump, and thus the woman was left to assume that it was some quip of rejection at cause.

A peculiar person caught her gaze, then, and she loosely folded her arms as she scrutinized the person's appearance. He or she was a small, pretty little thing, she thought, but a sort of out of place that reminded her of herself when she first joined. There was a certain rhythm to the cast and crew, this strange middle ground between being drowned out and placed on center stage. They didn't seem to be present to audition themselves, so were they then present to watch a friend fail quite miserably?

"When did that person arrive? I must have missed it," The fellow sailor quite reluctantly removed his gaze from the female poised to give her display, and rolled his shoulders in reply with quiet agitation. Didn't know, didn't care. There was nothing wrong with people inviting themselves upon the decks, per se, but that didn't mean that the crew felt cheery with just anyone taking place. It wasn't uncommon for the sailors to have short, polite chats with guests, now, was it?

She kept her cool as she pushed through the crowds, and made the very short distance to rather petite person in little time, her own reasonable height setting her several inches taller then the suspect, and she flashed the sweetest smile she could muster before pulling herself up to sit on the railing. "My name's Naia, stranger," she drawled, hoping to get the short little interrogation over an done with. Strangers had only caused trouble once or twice on board, but it was once or twice enough to make her cautious. She didn't want anyone scoping out the ship for a later planned stowaway.

"You're not in line, so I fancy you're not here throw your heart and image to the mercy of the crowd," she noted a less than youthful face upon the person, despite their diminutive height, and discounted the possibility of a wannabe runaway, though her concern had otherwise only amplified. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Fanfare (Rey)

Postby Yisanareysin on February 8th, 2016, 11:47 pm

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Beware
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Trying and failing to look inconspicuous, Rey studied the people on deck, considering the best place to start his search.

The easiest group to identify were those poor souls auditioning. They stood around the ship with hopeful looks in their eyes, props and instruments in their hands, and almost inevitably left disappointed. He could ignore them. For the most part, they'd probably know no more about the boy he was looking for than the average Alvad off the street.

The sailors on board, maybe. They were the ones always on the ship, and the deck was small enough that it seemed reasonable that if he asked around, someone would have noticed the boy. The problem was, Rey's experience was that sailors were an insular bunch, and possibly wouldn't take well to questioning from an outsider like himself.

Also, most of the sailors he saw around the deck were hard at work, or watching the performances. Either ways, he doubted they'd appreciate him interrupting them, and irritated informants... well, he'd learned his lesson about irritating people he was probing for information. That had ended.. badly.

Perhaps the performers, then? Some did seem to be busy at work, but-

Rey started as a voice interrupted his planning. Turning to the sailor now perched on the railing of the ship, he smiled politely.

Well, this was convenient. But badly timed. Rey hadn't quite figured out his story yet. He needed something believable, something sympathetic, something.. gah. Rey hated cover stories.

"Reyssin." He also hated that he had to use his own name, but he only had his own past idiocy to blame for that. Ah, well. No use crying over spilt venom.

"Not here to perform, no." Then what was he here for? Think, Reysin, think. "Not good with juggling. Or acting." That was true enough. His acting was shyke, frankly, which was why jobs like this were so...

Hmm.

Now there was an idea. Rey wasn't great at acting, precisely, but if he was only half acting...

"Ah, yess, can help actually." He sighed. "Am looking for a boy. Family worry for him, think he will-" Hmm, she might not want to give up a paying passenger. "ssneak onto sship." Rey grimaced, letting his worry over the effectiveness of this technique show on his face. With any luck, it'd be percieved as worry over the boy.

"Can help?"


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Postby Naia Whitewater on February 18th, 2016, 1:06 pm

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The man, so she assumed, soon enough claimed the name Reyssin, didn't jump or squirm at her sudden sight and questioning. Instead, he gave a polite curve to his lips, which was a good sign, she thought, and though her suspicions still clung to her, she was disarmed, and her breathing evened and forced smile took a softer, much more natural shape.

A light huff rolled from her lungs as he sorted through the list of things he couldn't do, knowing full well she herself was shyke at all listed, and none to judge to any front, and she felt at ease once more as he seemed to make no floundering attempts to justify himself.

Reyssin was either honest, or a good enough actor that there was no need to scope out the ship for a later stowaway, and though the docking in distant ports brought along the worry of theft, all valuables had either already been vacated, or would not be stocked until a few days short of departure. As far as she was concerned, she'd seen enough of the man to be able to provide an apt description should he cause a stir enough to hustle an investigation, which she doubted, and waited for her presence to be dismissed with a simple 'I'm fine, thank you,' perhaps a light inquiry. At the very least, she'd keep her eye on him, and keep an eye out for him in the future.

But then he spoke, and spoke, and spoke again.

His words were not at all what she was expecting, and she felt as though she'd walked herself into a tale that was all too easily framed an old Lia's story. She shouldn't have made such a quick judgement, or hoped for such quick alleviation from a man who she'd pestered out of suspicious on sight. Even more so, perhaps, since the man claimed that there was indeed someone who was perhaps intending to take to the ship without payment or permission, and she'd missed him and instead cornered his would be apprehend-er. It was the makings for a moral story indeed.

"Right," she drew out the word, and wet her lips, casting her gaze about the crowd as she sought a face that was any aid. "I assume that you're..." she glanced at the man, then pressing her lips into a fine line as she tried to figure the correct title. "Private investigator, of sorts, I suppose?" It was half a question, half a statement, for what other work could have one chasing such odds and ends? "I will help where I can, or direct you to those better suited." A short glance to those around her, now much more mindful, and she caught the gaze of a sailor she knew as well as fellow who's name escaped her, a polite smile and nod of her head telling all was well enough. If there was truly one attempting to scope out of the ship, and they wished to find him quietly enough, then it would be best not to draw attention.
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Fanfare (Rey)

Postby Alexander Faircroft on January 1st, 2017, 3:47 am

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Behold The Journey's Spoils!



 
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You get Nothing!

Only because you haven't paid expenses for the most recent season, when you come back throw me a PM and i'll be happy as larry to grade ya !

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Sad to see a thread cut short. Hurts my heart really and with Reys sneakiness and what I've read about Nai's blunter attitude it would a been fun.

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