Closed Foreigners [Crypt]

[Ting Mason]

His hand grabbed her shoulder. Ting's heart froze over, eyes wide. Her own hands were shaking, and she saw sparks. He knows what I am. She wanted to scream, but that would attract attention and put her in even more danger. Maybe he thought she was something else? Maybe not a Kelvic? But he said Institution... He could only mean the KRI. His last sentence barely reached her ears, and she looked up after realizing that oh, he had spoken to her. Ting jumped. He looked completely different! Black hair... And his nose was fine. Wait. Why was she even in Ravok? Ting opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and repeated the actions once more before actually saying something. "I... I have nowhere else to go. I don't know where I'd go, and if I left on a caravan or anything and told people I was going somewhere, they might be suspicious." Ting snapped her mouth shut and looked away, hunching her shoulders.

[Crypt]

OOC NoteApologies for not posting! Crypt observed that she, at least, did not try to break free of his grasp. A smart thing too, as she would only draw attention to herself. "Suspicious? You over-estimate the intelligence of quite a few people." Crypt snorted disdainfully, recalling several incidents in which he had himself proven the truth of his statement - at least for the people he had met then. "Mizas smooth the way - many a person's greed has led him or her to close an eye to whatever you might be up to if you have sufficient funds to cross their palms with silver." He looked over her once again, noting the lack of any valuable adornments and her simple clothes. Perhaps she doesn't have enough to do so, or that she just hasn't thought of it. He removed his hand from her shoulder, trusting that she would not move off immediately. She was a curious thing, and he would continue to find out more about her until his curiosity was sated. "There aren't many safe settlements in Mizahar - I'd say Ravok's one of the more pleasant ones, though I can't say the same in your case. There's Syliras, but the Knights are really irritating. Pretty much a bunch of stuck-up adults in armor. Zeltiva, Alvadas, Endrykas..." He stiffened momentarily as he spoke the name of the moving city he was born in, pushing it away from his mind. "So. What are you doing in Ravok? How are you making a living, seeing as you're terribly frightened of being found out?"

[Ting Mason]

He tensed up as he said Endrykas. She'd heard of the horse-people of the plains. Perhaps he had some bad experiences with the clans? Ting had stayed where she was when he took his hand away. He could've easily grabbed her arm, or her shoulder again if she ran. It wasn't too hard, keeping her where she was.

"I have enough mizas to support myself until I leave. Again, I am too afraid to move away from Ravok. You wouldn't know how it is, stranger."

She didn't dare give an amount, seeing as he could easily find her residence and alert the authorities. Didn't trust him either, with his changing appearance. He could be an Ebonstryfe or Black Sun in disguise, in which case she'd be done for.

[Crypt]

"I've been here before. Perhaps I've forgotten how Ravok can feel to others - I can accept that. But I've experienced quite a bit of Mizahar, and I'd say I know what it's like to be frightened - very frightened." He paused for a moment, digesting the information she had given him. She's stuck in a rut, then. She doesn't dare to go out and she's living in constant fear of being found out. Nothing much I can do for that, unless... Well, I've always been partial to helping others. "There doesn't seem to be much that I can help you with. But if you do require my help... I will be at Tarsin's Boarding House until Fall, then I will be purchasing an NHC - Nitrozian Housing Commission - cubicle next season. Look for me if you need help. I cannot do much against the Black Sun, but I can try, at least." Crypt paused again, mulling over his next words before speaking again. "If you have some unimportant to tell me, do so in private. In public, I will not acknowledge you in any manner if there is nothing important. I... will not be charged with aiding a Kelvic, escaped slave, or whatever they make of you."

[Ting Mason]

Was he actually offering to help her? The Kelvic's mistrust only grew. He was an agent of the Black Sun. Even though he said he couldn't do much about them. Ting was convinced. There was no doubt about it. No wonder he was so... So strange!

She backed up, refusing to look the man in the eye. Of course he wouldn't acknowledge her in public. She was a bloody Kelvic, for Caiyha's sake. A Kelvic! Considered to be the lowest of all, even more so than Jamoura. Her lip curled up in a sneer, but she made sure it didn't reveal much of her teeth. Stupid animal tendencies.

"I am neither, fool. I am human."

Ting had said that for her own benefit, so anyone who happened to be listening would be confused. An escaped slave. Ha! The Kelvic's head tilted up, now confident enough - or furious enough - to stare him in the eye. The collar of her coat was still tugged up to try and mask the subtle, inhuman difference of the way her jaw was shaped.

You could never trust men.

[Crypt]

OOC Note :

I'd like to apologise for not making this thread an interesting one - got a lot to deal with in RL. And I suppose this is the last post, unless you want to add another one? Otherwise, we can submit it then.

What? But she did... Oh. I do suppose it's best to just deny it outright. Better than just saying that she's a Kelvic. I imagine that'd go down well with whoever she's talking to. And she's showing some spirit now. Thank goodness for that. The authorities might just be fooled by that, but it's not a guaranteed thing.

"My apologies then."

He hoped she would detect the implied apology for causing some trouble for her.

"Very well. I will be off then."

[Ting Mason]

Ting stuck her tongue out at the man's back as he left. Good riddance. She turned on a heel and stuck her nose in the air, looking every part a proud Ravokian (or so she thought). Her slippers made little scuffing noises as she stomped away. Bloody petchin' humans! Always snooping around. They don't know how to mind their own business!

...Harrumph!

OOCWell, this was a rather short post. I'll turn it in, if you need me to.

[Abstract]

Grade Awarded!

Crypt

Skills

~ Morphing - 1
~ Investigation - 2
~ Auristics - 1
~ Observation - 2
~ Intelligence - 1

Lores

~ Ravok: Led By The Voice
~ Ravok: Black Sun
~ The Sneezer: Not A Kelvic?
~ Investigation: Subtly Moving to a Point

Other

N/A

Notes

Short and sweet, one or two useful lores, and some good XP as well.