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[The Lady's Lap] An old friend comes to town (Valo)

Postby Corneliun on January 14th, 2013, 5:35 pm

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“The cheaper the better I say.”
“Oh, really now?”
It would perhaps be at that this point that Corneliun’s back straightened a smile upon his lips as he watched the sparkle grow in Valo’s eyes. Corneliun gave a smile incline of his head, an element of calm about him, whilst in reality the man was in fact panicking. Not that he showed any of it, he was quiet skilled at remain his composure.

It would perhaps now be suitable to step back into the mind of Corneliun Frik. Unlike his good friend here who had managed to obviously break his more gentleman side every now and again and delve into more intimate and personal pleasures, Corneliun had not. Even with all the tonics and alcohol in the world, the mixed blood found himself shying away. Perhaps he played the part of a dashing rogue, and even looked the part, yet when faced with an intimate suggestion the man crumbled and retreated, his entire composure breaking down as he became little more than a quivering wreck.

And it was perhaps after he asked the question to Valo, that the alarm bells in his head began to ring out and the mixed blood silently prayed that he would not be asked the same question. Namely because he would not be able to give a straight answer. Let alone be able to compose himself. But why then did he drink The Lash? A simple answer, he liked the taste. He quietly sipped his drink, perhaps a little too quietly because there was a moment of awkwardness surrounding him. He swirled the liquid round in his mouth for a moment, his golden eyes on Valo. But where they would usually meet his, they instead simply relaxed taking in his form.

He gave a grin, an attempt to push down the nagging thoughts in his mind.
“Oh, you’ll like the Pillars of Dust then,” there was a small nervous ring in the back of his voice that not even Corneliun could hide “They have more of the, cheaper women. And beer. And all the fun that comes with it.”
His brow creased slightly when he realised the slight slip up in his tone, and so he instead turned his attention to the tonic.
“But uh, take your time,” it was at this moment he took out his writing book, an attempt to distract himself from the thoughts that were nagging. And by doing that he immersed himself in his notes “No rush and all.”
He turned a few pages and began reading his untidy writing, but even then his eyes would quickly dart up to face Valo before snapping back down again.


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Postby Valo on January 14th, 2013, 6:11 pm

“Oh, you’ll like the Pillars of Dust then,” spoke Corneliun and there was an undeniable ring of nervousness in the back of his voice. And that seemed so incredibly out of character to Valo, for up till now the man had plaid the part of a confident dashing rouge, a romantic hero of some fantastic novel. A man both courageous and mischievous. “But uh, take your time,” he added as if all interest from him had nothing but evaporated.“No rush and all.”

At first the red haired artist took no notice of it and enticed by the feeling brought on by the elixir, he spoke boldly. His persona shifting to that of a boisterous bachelor. "What of you? Have you any preferred type of woman?" he smirked. "And by the sound of it you should take me to those Pillars of Dust of yours, for it seems a place a man like me should not miss.

It was only after Corneliun took out the book and began scanning his eyes over it with interest, that Valo realised something wasn't right with his friend. That something in fact was very much not all right. And so he reached across the table and pressed down the top of the book onto the table, cooking his head to one side so that he too could read it.

"What's this?" he asked ever so casually. And the the expression on his face shifted and the smile had faded and his eyes grew soulful, for a profound expression of worry swelled within them. His hand grabbed that of Corneliun and squeezed it gently, hoping to provide at least a little comfort in the contact. "Is there something wrong my friend?"
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Postby Corneliun on January 14th, 2013, 7:20 pm

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For a moment Corneliun was still, a moment of sheer nerves rising up out of him.
“Oh… the uh… usual sort…” he managed to answer “But yes I’ll take you. I think you’d like it there.”
He kept his attention on the book, his notes swirling in his eyes. It was far from a real answer, but it was the only thing he could manage to say. He watched Valo’s fingers press the top of the book down, an inquisitive nature taking hold as his eyes tried to read the notes within.

What Valo would of see was hundreds upon hundreds of words, sketches of stones and rocks, of strange patters that occurred in surfaces of cliffs and ground. Of strange terms, of folding, of structure, of cleavage of types and so forth. It was little more than the notes on the subject of geology, the study of the solid earth they stood upon and the minerals that existed within. He lowered the book slightly so his friend could see clearer.
“Its geology,” he paused “Nothing that I think would interested you too much. Playing with rocks and writing about them.”

But then he saw the change in Valo’s face, the look of concern and worry before his hand darted out and grabbed Corneliun’s. The book thudded to the table top a simple reaction of surprise, for he was no expecting the sudden touch. He felt the gentle squeeze, their eyes locking once more, an attempt to provide comfort. Corneliun gave a sigh.
“It’s hard to explain,” he gave a smile a sense of calm returning. He stretched out a hand and ruffled Valo’s hair, a friendly manner returning “But I suppose nothing get’s past you.”
He gently removed Valo’s hand, and placed it down as the more confident roguish side came back to him. He knew he could be honest, to speak his mind and display his troubles. He was a good friend, a close one too, and one he could trust. Even if it was indeed something that may seem trivial to others, it was important to him.
“I lied. I don’t have a preferred type of woman,” he gave a small laugh at his own awkwardness “Mainly because of well, never knowing one like that. Makes me bloody nervous I guess. Just can’t help it.”


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Postby Valo on January 14th, 2013, 9:02 pm

“Its geology,” replied Corneliun. “Nothing that I think would interested you too much. Playing with rocks and writing about them.”

He observed the notebook for a moment as Corneliun shrugged off the question as if it truly would be of no interest to Valo. Which was a wrong assumption for he was a man hungry for knowledge above all other. And the notebook was interesting indeed. A convoluted mess of words and drawings, all densely packed on each page, saturating the very paper with knowledge. Sketches of rocks of all types and patterns that occurred in nature. Every sketch annotated meticulously with hand written notes that he could remember the look of and forever identify with his comrade. And thus Valo made a mental note to perhaps question the other about his hobby, but that would be saved for later, for now a different matter was at hand.

The atmosphere between then had first taken a dramatic rise in suspense, which was to be expected perhaps. But as quickly as this took place, it once again settled into that familiarity of their childhood. A gentle reminded that despite the years that divided them, they remained close - almost frozen in time it seemed - and the confidence in one another was indeed priceless. And for that moment Corn seemed a fragile man, completely open before his friend, as the book gave out a muted thud against the table. Valo's eyes indeed missed nothing.

His strong arm reached out and ruffled Valo's long red hair and it seemed odd and as such even more appreciated. For whom better to share such displays of oddity, then one's true friend? With that gesture however, the fluid of the mixed blood's charisma and confidence flowed back into him and the Inarta artist perceived that as if he saw right though the man. A change that was most prominent perhaps in his voice. The words however were the most honest words a man could ever speak, providing he has nothing but swallowed his pride and cockiness.“I lied. I don’t have a preferred type of woman,” he gave a small laugh at his own awkwardness “Mainly because of well, never knowing one like that. Makes me bloody nervous I guess. Just can’t help it.”

Valo however felt no such awkwardness any more. No awkwardness for the very beads of such at their reuniting encounter had dissolved into the conversation and disappeared. In fact he was honoured that Corneliun chose to confide such a confession within him. Perhaps because it reinforced the bond between them, or perhaps because Valo was simply a fundamentally selfish being. Although he would never admit it to anyone, not even him self, that selfishness resided deep within him and caused joy to build up within the pit of his stomach. Joy at the knowledge that he wouldn't have to share his beloved friend with some woman. However, despite all of his well composed gentlemanly exterior, he was also young and reckless at his very core. and for that he gave what could only be known as very bad advice.

"Well this is why we're in luck we're men." he smiled, the charisma within his voice was powerful. "For there's a great ally on our side and that is alcohol. And once you get your self well and truly hammered, a blissful feeling above all others, you will no longer worry about anything."
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Postby Corneliun on January 15th, 2013, 7:56 am

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It was Valo’s words that rung out clearly in Corneliun’s head. A sign of recklessness and youth, despite all the charisma that was poured into it. It was words that Corneliun would never trust and would continue to disagree with even to the present day.
"Well this is why we're in luck we're men," came the bad advice "For there's a great ally on our side and that is alcohol. And once you get yourself well and truly hammered, a blissful feeling above all others, you will no longer worry about anything."
Corneliun said nothing. He simply gave a grin, and took the verbal card, placing it securely in his hidden hand.
“Oh, of course, alcohol,” he gave a nod “How silly of me to forget that ally.”

There was no glimmer of disapproval in Corneliun’s face, no look of doubt or worry. It was calm and unwavering, the rogue having now recovered and taken over. Whatever emotion was swirling around currently in his head was invisible to the world. In a sense, Valo’s words did not surprise him; he was after all a ‘gentleman’ for the most part, young and exotic, a jewel that attracted the many. Whereas he was not so much, perhaps exotic at most but far from a jewel. It was no doubt that this was the reason why the men thought differently. Where women flocked to Valo where ever he went, Corneliun was stuck in Ahnatep to be ridiculed.

It was far from jealousy, for how can one be jealous of another for something yet to be experienced? If anything it was more of a deep resounding pity that a childhood friend had become so frivolous with notions and ideals that it had indeed consumed him. For if he was so reckless now, Corneliun dreaded to think on what he would be like later on in life. Corneliun added another card to his hand.

The mixed blood picked up his book, unfolding the pages that had been crumpled, smoothing out the edges with care, before he simply closed it. Despite Valo’s curious glances, he felt it improper to talk about the subject of Geology. If Valo was curious enough he would ask in time, there was no doubt about that. He raised his glass once more, and drunk the rest of his tonic. He relaxed himself around the table, his golden eyes for a moment withdrawing and taking in the scene around them, watching the carefully, observing all and their reactions. For the most part none of them paid any mind, there was the occasional glance, but it quickly snapped away when Corneliun met theirs. He returned his attention to Valo.
“Another?” he gave a grin “Or shall we be off?”


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Postby Valo on January 15th, 2013, 9:41 am

Valo had always been a beautiful child and as he grew, his handsomeness only increased. A jewel he was, with a feminine touch to his chiselled features and those ever animated eyes of his were emeralds. He had begun his frivolousness in late teenage years, when pretty women were on the mind of every youth. And whereas he kept well within the lines of moral in his home land, choosing not to cause his family any embarrassment, his behaviours had ran wile as the protective arms of Wind Reach had unwound from him. For he enjoyed the taste of alcohol perhaps too much and relished in the intoxication that fallowed. And when it came to women, he cared nothing for them, but did not refuse their soft flesh. It was that freedom that he revelled in, that was the cause of this behaviour and his youth, a sly devil that whispered in seductive tongues into his ears. A you in sin.

The truth about Valo is that he was a shell of propriety in which the reckless and the careless heart resided. A boy who had yet some growing up to do, in the shell of the most pleasant of men. And this illusion of pleasantry that he created pulled women and even some men to him, rendering the artist too bold for his shoes perhaps. And it seemed he was to people. A good man who was not entirely good, nor was he evil.

Whether as he remained polite and kind and fundamentally altruistic, keeping well within the boundaries of propriety and decorum, as long as there was no alcohol within him. Once that substance entered his body however, a dramatic change seemed to take place, for the man transformed into a flamboyant devil. One who cared for nothing and no one but his own good time. A truly selfish man, care free and liberated from all his inhibitions. And there were some inhibitions a man should never be liberated from. Valo for once was a statement to that.

Recklessness was the curse of his youth and the love of alcohol was the curse of his cultured spirit, the curse of his travels. Some might think this meant he was a cursed man, but the truth was that he embraced his curses with arms wide open.

“Another?” grinned Corneliun, no doubt having returned to that bold persona of his. Whatever emotion lingered within him now had been all but visible to Valo. Perhaps because the self-composition of the man was flawless, or perhaps because the artist's very mind was now intoxicated with the prospects of a good time. “Or shall we be off?”

Valo replied with a near mirror image of a grin. "I believe there is yet another adventure ahead of us my dear Corneliun." he spoke. "I believe it's our duty to go forth and sense the day." and with those words he elevated himself from the chair, eyes implanted into Corneliun's silhouette. Perhaps he was young and stupid, but a lingering feeling within him wanted to make sure that his dear friend was in fact all right with the idea. A worry that sprouted from altruistic love.
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Postby Corneliun on January 15th, 2013, 12:28 pm

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Corneliun gave a respectable nod. Or one that seemed to respect at least, he decided to keep his knew found opinion of his friend to himself. He watched the artist grin in return, oblivious to the thoughts and feelings of his, the growing worry that the man would find himself in trouble later on in life. Even with the talk of new adventure the nagging thoughts grew, but the man, calm and composed stood to meet his friend. No words parted from his lips as he returned the book to his pocket, his hand gesturing to the exit before he led them on.

It was clear now that the two men were indeed opposites in their own right. If now not only in looks, but also on how they treated people, or particularly women. If women were simply something to gain pleasure from in the eyes of Valo, then to Corneliun they were something to be respected, even if he did become nervous at more suggestive and forward advances. For women were just as intelligent as men, and in some cases of a higher understanding. They too could be just as forward and blunt, or soft and gentle, it was entirely depending on their mood. After all, they all had a heart and they all had a mind.

And it was perhaps of this factor that Corneliun, although not popular, was still treated with an element of respect. He played a true gentleman- most of the time- stepping when need be, assisting and helping, but most importantly not caring about the effects it may place upon himself. Of course, it made him appear bold, it made him appear forward with an element of cockiness controlling him, but he never let it get the better of him. Yet now with Valo around, he found he would have to be responsible also for his actions.

The next destination was the Pillars of Dust. Originally it was a tomb from the previous kingdom, dug out from the sand, covered with images from the pre Valterrian, located in the centre of old long abandoned ruins. Here most Eypharians avoid this place, a sombre aura covering it, for the Pillars of Dust was a place where those without means, and nowhere else to go gather. During the day light hours, it was indeed calmer, but now that the mighty sun had dipped out of sight, this hive of villainy burst into life. A wild bazaar of noise, where the bold and reckless appear, of weapons, of the notorious shouting, of bloodsport and beer.

The larks were alive with noise tonight, seeking new arrivals, seeking and tempting with their singing voices, luring in the unaware for pleasure. Scorpions brushed shoulders with each other, criminals for hire for those who required them. And then there was the Dusk Eaters and their Mirage, an addictive hallucinogenic drug that threw its takers into a deep daze, their eyes flickering at invisible images that played in their mind.
“You don’t want what they’re taking,” Corneliun’s words were firm when he spoke, leaving very little room for argument. He was serious. But then the men found what they were looking for, the beer merchant Arisnhke. Corneliun gave a nod to the Eypharian, and made general chatter. He kept a careful eye on Valo, before coins were exchanged once more and /the mixed race man returned with the two mugs of beer. He gave a grin, and passed one to Valo.


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Postby Valo on January 15th, 2013, 10:37 pm

The next destination was a little frightening at first for the sheer crowds of those fairly sightly and those a little less, gathered. Strange among stranger, woven with the occasional idiot who, much like Valo, was merely looking for some fun among walls plastered with pre-Valterrian art. And Valo could not prevent him self from admiring the murals, until of course a woman caught his eye. A smile, her eyes directed straight at him as she hummed a melody in the foreign language. A sweet hum laced with words he did not understand, but judging by the tone she spoke of sensuous lust and a way or relieving it.

Corneliun however was purposeful and purposeful and kept Valo close at all times.

There were men slumped against a wall in was looked like a deathly condition. Eyelids trembling, mouths open in blissful stupidity. A man who previously hovered around them, exchanging money for some mysterious substance now approached the young Inarta briefly.

“You don’t want what they’re taking,” Corneliun’s words were firm when he spoke and quickly whisked his friend away from the ordeal and the supplier who caused it. It seemed he had taken a role of the caring parent in the situation. A manifestation of love, no doubt.

"But what is it?" questioned Valo in turn, his inquisitive nature perking though. He didn't ask because he necessarily wanted to partake in the action, but purely for future reference. Besides the fits looked horrid from his point of view. Yet his curiosity knew no boundaries. "Some kind of a drug no doubt? Is it expensive?"

Valo felt his friend's eyes upon him at all times, as if he was a child in need of protection. And perhaps that was quite the correct term, for he had been nothing but lost in the city without Corneliun. But soon the other returned with two mugs of beer and he was both pleased at the prospects of good alcohol and a little disappointed at the amount of it. "You're going to have to get more than that into me if your plan is to get me drunk." he commented before gulping down the entirety of the brew in one swig. It seemed that every time he drank quickly like this, the blissful feeling came faster, allowing his organism little time to detoxify the beer and more time for it to overwhelm him.

After he did so, Valo rummaged though his pockets to take out a few mizas and smiled. "How about another round dear? My treat." and his smile was devilish, that of a man who had been cleaned of all worry. A single minded man who now wanted nothing but his own pleasure. It would seem very strange to any onlooker, especially one whom had known him for so long, that such a transformation had taken place in the youth. But alcohol was not only a poison to the body. It was also a poison to the mind and once enticed, men seemed completely changed by it's siren's voice of empty promises. Valo had been captured by that voice and it gripped over his substance and made him into a reckless being indeed.
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Postby Corneliun on January 15th, 2013, 11:53 pm

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Corneliun watched the man down his drink, before he had any time to even consider himself drinking his own. He said nothing, keeping his thoughts to himself, a strong sense of displeasure slowly building from within. And so when the artist announced he would need more, Corneliun simply took the empty mug from him and replaced it with his own untouched brew. The coins went to his hand but Corneliun said nothing, giving little more than a simple nod. He fulfilled Valo’s wish, and brought another round, returning once more with a new fresh set of mugs.
“You asked about the Mirage,” Corneliun took the opportunity to speak about this before Valo became too intoxicated “It’s cheap in coin, but it is addictive. Very addictive. And what starts as a cheap habit becomes an expensive one very quickly.”
He held another mug out, giving Valo time to take it before he inclined his head to the side, suggesting they sat themselves down upon the sand. But he did not wait for his friend; he had already sat himself down a small distance away, his eyes facing out of the ruins and onto the clear night sky.

Unlike Valo, Corneliun took his time in the drinking of alcohol, he allowed the taste of hops and grain fill his mouth, his senses absorbing the mood in the air, his ears twitching for any signs of danger. He could hear the larks loudly now, their soft singing voices filling the air, tempting in and luring those who desired their flesh. He remembered clearly when they first approached him, and they remembered even clearer that he was not one to be fooled by simple charms and beauty that was skin deep. But Valo was already caught by their voices, turning him little more than into a reckless boy.

He swirled the liquid round, savouring it before drinking more. He did not want to drink too much yet, if he started a vast consumption too soon he doubt he would be able to hold onto his tongue effectively. Truths would come forth, and only hurt would come from them. But it was when one of the Larks came to Corneliun that his attention for a moment shifted. Words were exchanged in Arumenic, from what seemed at first a suggestion of the flesh to that of more friendly and normal chatter. It was, in Corneliun’s mind, what both parties preferred. There was an element of foolishness in his voice, one that would much match one as if they were on stage. The woman gave a laugh, followed by a smile, before she went on her way, with both parties feeling content. And so, the mixed blood continued to drink, waiting for some words to come from his friend’s lips, or having to separate him from a potentially difficult situation.


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Postby Valo on January 21st, 2013, 12:16 pm

It was quite surprising how much alcohol the young Inarta could ingest before feeling the pleasant feeling of blissful intoxication, but soon his wits were dulled and a subtle red blush peeked from beneath his pale skin. This was perhaps the case where his Inarta blood worked much to his dismay. It seemed that the scarlet hair, usually considered a blessing for it usually merely added to his exotic beauty, now harmonised with the scarlet of the blush, bringing it from his future relentlessly, rendering it painfully apparent. And during the hangover afterword, Vao usually cursed that red hair of his, but now he cared not. He was more than a little happy.

“You asked about the Mirage,” Corneliun took the opportunity to speak about this before Valo became too intoxicated “It’s cheap in coin, but it is addictive. Very addictive. And what starts as a cheap habit becomes an expensive one very quickly.”

He didn't answer, merely nodded before finishing yet another mug. That was when a woman approached Corneliun and the two shared a brief conversation in Arumenic. A pleasant conversation perhaps. Though by that point Valo didn't pay perhaps as much attention as he could have, for the more he drank the more single minded he became and as the woman went on her way, he sent her a flirtations wink.

"So how about those cheap women you mentioned earlier." he spoke finally, propping his chin up on his arm. Sparking green eyes fixed on Corneliun who seemed to be holding back with his alcohol. It saddened the red haired youth a little. He was hoping his old friend would prove to be a little more fun than this, for ever since they were children the fun they shared was as intoxicating as the alcohol. Of course back then things like alcohol and women were not on their mind and perhaps they were both very different people. A simpler time. Sometimes Valo longer to one again be ten years old, to turn back time. Such wish however would never be granted to him.
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