Just Another Day (Open)

by **Alabaster Reymon** on January 8th, 2011, 7:23 am

5th Winter, 510 AV

The day or at least that is what he had hoped for when he got up and around, it was kind of hard telling in Syliras apartment with no widows and only torchlight to guide one out of his chambers whether it was day or night for they were always illuminated with the same ghostly torch light. Leaving his apartment and advancing further and further down the twisting and turning passages of Third Tier it was somewhat obvious the time of day. The sleepy and rather half-awake looks of some of the people was a dead giveaway, but he figured that he looked plenty tired himself having stayed up all night.

Alabaster wore the same old thing that people would see him in every day. Over his rather plain looking linen and wool outfit was his red hooded cloak that was just a little bit too big for him, the sleeves going down only exposing the middle of his hand and downward to his fingertips. He didn’t mind that it was big on him either; it was comfy and kept him warm, especially in these cooler winter time. Hair tied rather quickly and almost lazily around the back gave him probably the sleepiest look out of anyone there, that or the messiest.

He yawned sleepily as he watched the multitude of people clamoring up and down the place going about their business and keeping to themselves for the most part, with a few exceptions of a friendly smile or greet, but those were few and far between. Everything was business and getting what one needed to go about the day all the while staying within the ever present guidelines of the Knights that protected this place. Even in the morning this place has this tone about it. Almost unreal, but he liked it.

Getting his fill of watching people he decided that he would much rather get on with day, and so with a sleepy half-awake stagger he continued on his way hoping to find something interesting to do or someone who looked interesting enough to talk to. He was a very talkative person, even in the morning in his dream like state. Some people would call that annoying, but others would like his energy. He had been sure to at least keep up with the people who lived across and on the sides of him. In these small apartments he figured it would be best to keep up with people in hopes of advancing oneself to a more exclusive part of the place. Having connections, being friendly, and even kissing up wouldn’t hurt, and he was sure to keep that a part of his character.

So he constantly scanned people for those who looked interesting, for those who looked like they fit in, or for others who just looked out of place. Those are the people one has to look out for because you can never know what might happen upon meeting such a person. He, himself, wondered if he fit into any of the categories above that he liked to place people into, and most likely the people who fit into one category will fit into at least one more.

by **Vos** on January 8th, 2011, 7:58 am

Vos wandered the third tier aimlessly. His eyes flicking from face to face watching them all, searching in vain for any farmiliar face. There were none. Maybe that was good, he pondered. He had no word of what had happned in his old city and he was in no rush to ever return. Vos smiled slightly, he never knew what city it was anyway. There realy was no going home, If it could have ever been called that.

He continued on his way weaving through crowds with grace. His light clothing hanging almost loosly off him, easily escapable in the event transformation became necessary. His feet, perpetualy bare, darted over the stone floors. He had nothing else on him, save his bag containing all his meager goods.

A slight shigh escaped him, as he paused clear of the crowd in temporary respite along a wall. "I dont belong here." The though bit into him. He knew there was no escaping the fact, he knew that.

There were few things he truly knew however, even about his own race. Vos knew he was Kelvic, understood transformations and its dangers, but aside from that little else, even about his own race's ways. His life, until recently had been nothing, a conscript to a tiny doomed military, a slave to the tactition who had trained him well until he had been forced to flee by his master, flee to the fringe of society.

"Now what?"He silently asked himself. He smiled slightly confidant in one answer, "Just keep going on."

by **Alabaster Reymon** on January 8th, 2011, 7:31 pm

Alabaster kept on his search of interesting and or out of place people. Ones that seemed to be out of place, but this game of searching out people seemed to lose its shine as he has been here for quite a while and have already talked to the people he initially thought of as interesting. Funny how things change in time, how the new become old, the interesting become dull, and the shine of a grand adventure turns into only a distant memory, rusting in the river of time, he thought smiling sleepily to himself.

Although there still are the masses of travelers that come here daily, always going out and in, coming and going, leaving and coming back. He likes travelers although sometimes they can be untrustworthy he shrugged, it was up to the person to make such assumptions. The vaguest of memories would come to him when he was traveling still, and how people were wary of him and his father. No fault of their own if they found out that his father was a wizard and he, only in training. He didn’t blame them, but they did their best to keep their magic out of the picture.

His search continued constantly picking out those who he hasn’t seen before and those who he thinks are travelers, or they could just simply be new to this great place. None of them looked quite interesting enough and he was just about ready to give up when he spotted the perfect out of place person. It was so blatantly obvious that he didn’t belong that there should have been a sign attached to him marking him forever as a stranger, but his mannerisms and overall looks did that just fine.

With a slight grin, having found his prey that he was going to assault with questions, he so causally walked up to the lost looking man seeming to push himself through the crowds. “Hello,” He said with the slightest tired tone in his voice, “Welcome to Syliras. What brings you here?” He looked up at the person waiting for an answer, just trying to be as friendly as he possibly could.

by **Vos** on January 8th, 2011, 8:50 pm

Vos adjusted his pack and looked about. The current of people walking through the area seemed to avoid the spot he had chosen. A few others paced about or paused inth small cove of rest. Someone abrubtly broke from the streams of people and headed towards him. Vos did not wait any longer, he didnt know the face, but he broke ranks and tried to evade him.

The mans questions reached Vos' ears as he evaded any contact, weaving through the standing crowd. He didnt particurlaly care what the man wanted, or who he was talking to but he continued away. Strangers had always frightened Vos. Even if he tried to plan for every eventuality, that wildcard of someone you know nothing about got to him. Vos had always tried to be the wildcard in his life, but now the entire world had become a mystery.

Vos kept facing forward as he moved to merge with the crowd of citizens walking about thir business, he silently hope he would be left alone. He knew somewhere that this level of flight from any posible problems would get him nowhere, but it would at least get him out of this city, and soon hopefuly.

by **Alabaster Reymon** on January 8th, 2011, 9:15 pm

The kid wasn’t quite ready to be so rejected like that. Just, the act of walking away, almost running, seemed to be confusing to him. It wasn’t like he was some knight or that he looked scary. Did he? He took a self-conscious moment to look over himself and then back at the individual that who has ignored him. He huffed a little in frustration. That has never happened to him before. Sure, he has gotten strange looks and word or two, but never was he ran away from. This perplexed him and he needed an answer.

His eyes scanned the crowd, having lost sight of the man, he needed to find him again. The urge to get an answer was too great and it was just felt like it was needed to move on. He wanted to know exactly why he was being avoided. He was only being friendly, or so he thought. Maybe a little creepy too, but that was all part of how he worked. If you never talk to anyone how are you supposed to get to know them? Some of the most fantastic things happen out of chance meetings and it wasn’t his fault, maybe a little that he wanted to make chance.

He tried his best to keep a positive mind set. He believes in little in this life but a couple of things to believe in, for him, are knowledge, and sweet serendipity. Though like most things in this world you have to believe in them for them to be of any benefit to you, kind of like believing in yourself, if you don’t have very high confidence how are you going to take those first two steps and really get out there and get known? You have to believe in yourself before anyone else will. You have to give them reason to trust you and he wondered what the odd traveler’s problem was, a self-esteem issue?

Spotting the fleeing guy once again he went after him calling, “Wait up.” Like he knew the person, though he didn’t, it was still fun to see their reaction. He pushed and fought though the crowd after him determined not to lose the man. It was morning and not the greatest time in the world to be chasing after an individual that, obviously, doesn’t want to be talked to, but if it wasn’t for the suspicion that the character arose he wouldn’t go through the trouble and just find another interesting one. He wanted someone interesting it seems that next time he will have to be more careful and more exclusive to what exactly he look for in people. Though, this is turning into quite the game of cat and mouse. He has always liked playing tag.

by **Vos** on January 8th, 2011, 10:00 pm

Vos kept walking, meer feet from the edge of the crowd, where he could blend in with ease, but in the last open strech he heard a voice, and foot steps both aimed towards him. He paused, considering flight, but finaly relented. He turned about inquisitive eyes looking the man over.

He looked harmless enough, and even a little messy as if he had simply rolled out of bed to come harrass him. A slight scowl crossing his face Vos asked,
"What do you want? Who are you?"
All he wanted was to get away from this man, get away from this city. He let his mouth open slightly in a snarl, elongated canines poking our. Granted a fox was never all that intimidating, and certanly not one of his size, but against a human it was worth a shot.
"Why are you talking to me?"
He asked in a gruff frustrated tone. His eyes darted from the man to the posible escape in the crowds. This man looked harmless, certanly not a knight, and mostly harmless by his looks. Harmless or not, Vos was suspicious and watched him carefuly.

by **Alabaster Reymon** on January 9th, 2011, 12:11 am

It seemed his persistence had paid off after all, seeing the man stop, he grinned and walked, this time more calmly, up to him. He looked the person over, obviously not human, but smiled politely at him. His eyes were amazing, and he patted himself on the back for this one. A thing like this doesn’t happen every day, nor has he seen a person with the characteristics like this one. He was going to open his mouth to greet him, again, but before the words came the creature had a few questions of his own.

Grinning devilishly at him he nodded at the questions, “Well,” He began, obviously stalling for time to collect his thoughts, “I’m Alabaster, and I wanted to talk to you” He said, simply. That was as about as simple as it was going to get. It was what he wanted, and he figured he had answered the questions in a good amount of time, “So, what brings you here?” He asked again confident that he would get an answer. Well, maybe not confident, but he wanted an answer.

“I live here.” He informed him trying to predict the questions being asked of him, “And I thought you looked out of place, and that maybe you needed help getting around.” He offered looking up at the guy again. He sure was tall, or that he was just short. He knew he was short and no amount of denying it will change that fact. Being short wasn’t all that bad. He could fit into places that most ‘fully grown’ people couldn’t. He hopes that one day he will be just a bit taller. Just a bit was all he was hoping for. Though it was a dream nonetheless and one that wasn’t to be fulfilled anytime soon.

by **Vos** on January 9th, 2011, 3:05 am

Vos stared the man down for a moment, despite his relativly small frame for a kelvic he managed to look down on the man canines bared in a show of intimidation that was less than effective, he was not build for intimidation or fighting realy. It seemed this man was going to be persistant, running would only attract more unwanted attention.

"Alabaster, Hello"
He said quietly, and reluctantly. He would simply have to resign himself to answering a few questions. Before he could begin however the man spoke up answering a few questions about himself. It explained a little but Vos was still on edge.
"My name is Vos. Im here because I have nowhere to go."
He scowled slightly, why did Alabaster have pick him out of the crowd. His tatoos were not exactly a common design granted, and his hair black with naturaly occuring red and black streaks, was a giveaway of his animal nature. Just then Vos caught the man staring at his eyes, ah yes he had forgotten. A bright amber with vertical pupils, not exactly human like, and something the man seemed to be happy about. All were excelent traits that screamed that he didn't fit in.

A touch of bitterness entered his voice now as he said,
"What do you realy want?"
He was smart enough to know that he wasn't simply offering directions, no, not somone who seemed pleased to have found a lone Kelvic. What was this mans game, another slaver, or maybe just a nutjob.

by **Alabaster Reymon** on January 9th, 2011, 4:08 am

Alabaster was delighted to finally have the person’s full attention. He had seen the guy’s antics and has fully well decided that he wasn’t human, or at least of a kind he has never seen before, but then again he hasn’t seen a lot being in Syliras for a while now. It kind of made him wonder what else he has been missing out in the world, and he has always been curious about stuff like that, but this made him think. Though the look that he had gotten form the person made him shiver. It was so untrusting. He didn’t seem untrustworthy did he? He knew fully well he was no slaver.

“Well Vos, nice to meet you” He said and thought about Voss’ predicament. “You know whats funny?” He grinned at him trying to ignore the more animal parts of him, “I came here too when I had nowhere to go. The knights and people here are really nice, and if you’re looking for a place to stay I suggest you go to Traveler’s Row. They lease out apartments and it even includes access to the stables and bath house.” He said it in such a way as if it were such a tempting offer, and a great place to visit. He was trying to help him because the person interested him. It was kind of selfish but he didn't much like uninteresting boring things and he really enjoyed the exotic and rare and other stuff he has just not seen or been though before. He wants to live his life to the fullest and discover everything he could in the limited amount of time that he has on this world.

He was quiet for a moment when the person asked what he really wanted, “Vos.” He sounded a little offended, “I know we just met, but I want to help you. Interesting people interest me and you’re defiantly one of the most interesting I’ve seen. Can I ask you a question?” He asked him and without waiting for an answer he smiled, “What are you?” He asked, not to be rude, but more out of curiosity. He had no idea of the race of the thing standing before him, “Because you, Vos, obviously aren’t human.” He laughed. Being subtle wasn’t one of the kid’s strong points, and in fact, he liked his out spoken bluntness.

by **Vos** on January 9th, 2011, 4:49 am

Vos ignored the advice about Travelers Row, scoffing quietly, if he needed a place to sleep then he would find one. Renting an apartment here in this enclosed city didnt suit him. He wanted to get out as soon as possible. This city likely had countless places to explore and that appealed to him, but not today. Today he was more focused on the now.

For a moment the pair of them stood in silence ignored by the throng of people passing to the side. Vos still warily watching Alabaster waiting for his real reasoning for this interogation. Finaly as the man asked his real question Vos raised a single eyebrow, the man must be crazy.

"What I am?"
He smiled a little it was almost funny, he knew so little but had to tell Alabaster.
"I am a Kelvic. Not a human, obviously. We are a race of shapeshifters. Kelvics have no real home as far as I know, and there arent that many of us, at least compare to humans."
He frowned a little and added,
"Im afraid thats all I know, I never had any real education."

Calling it anything would have been an overstatment. Listening to his old masters talk was about all he knew, that and what he had picked up in the last few weeks of freedom. He felt alone, alone from everything, he didnt even know the extent of what he was.