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Spirals Within Spirals (Kelski)

Postby Meriann on February 11th, 2018, 10:48 pm

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85th Winter 517 AV
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The people of Sunberth were restless like the waves of a foreign, muddy shore. She pictured them sometimes, when she couldn't sleep or when her mind drifted to amuse itself. They strived to break down the great, towering cliff of life with all their might... and at the same time stroked the beach hoping it would give some respite from their bleak lives. It was a mental image that, once she'd thought of it, she'd been unable to get out of her mind. And although Meriann was a strong swimmer, even she struggled in the muddy, broiling waves. The city had seen a lot of turmoil and hardship whilst the sailor had been holed up during the Winter's pause, and there was only so much treading water she could do before she was dragged under. Each day felt as blank as the next. She stayed on the Sunrise as often as she could until, agitatedly, she had to leave and find company.

Fishing was a familiar exercise and each successful day was a prideful finger-up at her imagined opponent. But no matter what she did, the woman remained a restless soul. The company of her family was a balm, but they could only relieve the itch for a short while before the Svefra had to spring off and find someone or something to stop her from growing bored. She didn't see the concern on her sister's face as she left. Maybe she refused to see it. After all, she didn't really understand why she couldn't keep still. She was driven by curiosity and a fear of something that she didn't want to look at. Some nights on her quest to find relief she struck lucky, and her nighttime conversation could make her forget about the shykehole she found herself in. Other times, Meriann was forced to listen to some lecherous man preach about the size of his cock, or hear the exploits of a rookie gangster. She listened with amusement until the story repeated over and over and the eyes of her companion became desperate or angry or despondent. Then she had to leave before something terrible happened. It almost did, several times, each time making her more ashamed of her own inadequacies.

She couldn't sit still that night, either. The moon hung without strings in the sky and bathed the quiet waters with shining blackness. Her sister and brother had spent the afternoon elsewhere and had returned in the evening without much fanfare. Meriann, who was already in a funny mood, didn't go over to their ship but instead sought solace in mending a small hole in a fishing net. There was little to ease her mind there though, as she squinted ineffectually in the dim light. The work was nigh impossible and Meriann deliberately didn't light a lantern, which would have made the task a little easier. The pier was still. A light wind tinkered with the riggings, and the usual, soft clink, clink of ropes and metal accompanied the few distant, stray shouts of enjoyment or gods-knew what else that drifted from the Drunken Fish across the unusually still evening.

The Svefra dropped the net onto the deck. Motherpetch them all, she thought at no-one in particular. She stood quickly and dragged the crumpled grey cloak up from where she'd been sitting on it and draped it over her shoulders. She looked around, looking for watchers, but the boats were empty and the pier boards clear of stragglers. She ducked down into the hatch and rummaged about in the dark until she found her coin purse, and pushed a handful of gold mizas into her pocket. Her cutlass came next as it always did now. She was foolhardy, but she wasn't entirely stupid. She carefully tied the sword and scabbard around her waist, trying not to think about where she would end up that night. It seemed like a night of endless potential and not all of it good, but she didn't care about any of that. Her heart fluttered with excitement, and she climbed the short stairs to breach the deck and jump recklessly onto the solid wood of the pier.

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Meriann licked her lips as she walked past the Drunken Fish. It was a favourite place of hers, indeed it was a comfortable place, but tonight she felt like something a little different. She paced the streets with her customary speed, heading along the coast towards an establishment that she'd heard about in passing from a evening's drinking partner once. 'Tall Johnny's'. Where fortunes were made, was what she heard. Meriann didn't want to make money through gambling. She knew she had a terrible poker face, and found card games an enjoyment, not a form of employment. No, she was seeking the people who played a different kind of game and sold a different kind of amusement. There were rumours of drugs that made one experience emotions and feelings that no other human ever had. The thought of the incredible dangers of the subject of her interest never passed her mind as she pushed open the doors of Tall Johnny's and stepped into the sinful hole within.
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Spirals Within Spirals (Kelski)

Postby Kelski on February 12th, 2018, 1:21 am

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Darvin was in a surly mood. Kelski could see it immediately by the way he dragged her through the city later in the evening. She’d heard through the shadowy network that normally surrounded her… that he’d lost a rather large bet and was still struggling to pay it off. That surprised her because Darvin didn’t seem to be the gambling type. Everyone had momentary lapses of judgement, and clearly her guard was one of those.

His hand on her arm was rough as he steered her through the streets and finally marched her through the double doorway of a brick building flanked by two unsmiling Akalaks. Their presence enough was unsettling to the Kelvic, but when the sheer crowd in the gambling facility hit her she wanted to panic. He simply grinned, almost as entertained by the Kelvic, and clamped his arm tighter.

Threading through the crowd, he practically dragged the Kelvic through the dark smoky throng. They passed the gambling section, albeit slowly, because people stopped Darvin along the way. Kelski saw coin change hands in exchange for powdered packets and vials of liquid. It gave the girl a good chance to look around. It wasn’t a place she wanted to be. There was much to much noise, too many people, and what appeared to be thieves everywhere. More than once she felt small touches, hands probing pockets, and looking for coin pouches that she just didn’t have. There was a cage battle going on where two large men were beating each other senseless with fists. A very loud announcer was calling shots at the crowd as people tended to refuse their seats surging around in the amphitheater-style seating.

Darvin dragged her down into the pit, closer to the action, in fact so close she could reach out and touch the cage. He sat her down though she kept jumping up, each time the crowd surged and each time the fighters smashed into the cage. It was a raw and brutal sort of fight, one that two people who had nothing else to lose were engaged in.

The big older man leaned over so Kelski could feel the whiskers of his beard tickle her cheek. “Little bird, this is the heart of Sunberth. This is what lies in the souls of men. I want you to sit here. I want you to watch it, absorb it, and if they splatter blood, I want you to wear it. I want you to get used to this… to get numb to it. I bring the young Sun Births here to desensitize them to violence, especially those children of dandies who have never seen it. Bones will break here. Teeth will come loose. Men will lose their lives. I want you to watch it. I want you to take it all in. Sometimes, this is the best men hold inside themselves. Sometimes there is no more to them than this.” He said, reaching out and grabbing her jaw and forcing her chin up and her head to face the scene in front of them.

It was brutal. But deep inside she understood what he was saying. Darvin thought she was weak, simpering, having been sheltered her whole life, even though it had been far shorter than hers. The man would have been wrong though. This is what she saw inside of people. This is all she knew of them. There had been that brief beautiful time in Lhavit where she’d been free and had met people who had light and laughter within them. But here, the core was exposed. She’d seen wounds fester, and the whole of Sunberth was always festering. The only difference was that instead of lancing a wound and letting the poison out, when these men were beaten and broken, the poison didn’t leak out it just simply killed them because there was nothing left inside to heal them. There was no core of purity.

She could smell the decay as Kelski flared her nostrils and watched.

Darvin, however, had eyes for something else. He’d sold as much of his stash as he could to his regulars. Not everyone was here and he’d always brought extra. He was looking for more marks, people with that edge to their gaze that screamed of other things, of wanting more, of needing escape. One girl walking past had that look. There was something roaring behind her gaze. It wasn’t in the same fashion as a feral kelvic, but it was something unusual. There was a mixture of desperate anger or a search that gave away the fact the woman had an edge to her, one that was driving her forward, making her restless, and swaying her emotions from desperate or despondent with a dying need to actually feel something she hadn’t felt before.

The bearded man’s big hands snaked forward and captured her arm like he held the Kelvics moments ago. “Pretty girl… pretty girl…. are you looking for something more? Something fun…. something that doesn’t get you vertical and used?” He said in a snarly snakish voice. Darvin’s deep throaty growl was the result of a lot of years drinking and even more smoking things that didn’t even remotely resemble tobacco. “I have what you need, pretty little girl. And I’ll give you the first sample free…” He said, immediately releasing her arm now that he had her attention.

Kelski sat quiet, not sure which drug Davin had on him today, but rather fearful of several of them. One or two of them she liked, sometimes longed for, and had no issues with him testing batches on her with. Steel grey eyes met the woman’s gaze, wondering suddenly, what her aging guard saw in the girls gaze that made him single her out. She wasn’t practiced with reading the signs humans gave off to each other. The woman was pretty, the kind of pretty that would turn men’s eyes. But she didn’t look anything in particular in her gaze that would draw Darvin’s predatory nature… at least not what Kelski could see.

The fight took a violent turn near where they all were and blood splattered out, coating the Kelvics face slightly in droplets of blood splatter. Darvin got a bit of it too, but he just grinned. The stranger would have been sprayed as well. Kelski started to wipe it off and Darvin knocked her hand away violently. “Wear it little bird. I want the scent of it in your nostrils. I want you used to seeing it and not being bothered by it.” He said firmly, turning back to the stranger.

He pulled several packets out of his pocket. “Pick your poison, lady. These two relax you. These two give you a glorious buzz with a lot of extra color to your world. And this one… this last one… turns you into someone else for a time… someone you won’t know.” He said with a laugh, offering her a selection, free of charge of course.
They laugh at me because I am different.
I laugh at them because they are all the same.
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Spirals Within Spirals (Kelski)

Postby Meriann on Yesterday, 9:53 pm

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Meriann's first impression of the place was that it was throbbing. Voices rang and called and shouted from each crevice and tucked away place. Roars swelled with the thrum of the fighters in the cage. Physical, guttural sounds that made her feel out of sorts. For a few moments, she only stayed still, wondering whether it was a good idea, and then she swallowed whatever lingering doubts she had and opened her eyes to the people within. Alcohol spilled in a sticky puddle from a table to her left, where an engrossed gambler's elbow had knocked over a tankard. Several young woman, and Meriann thought they looked rather too young indeed, loitered alongside the laps of an older man and his dubious friend. Meriann walked through the crowds, letting bodies press against her and smells wash over her. It was a stinking place, but as she released the tension inside her, she found herself enjoying the primal lustiness, the throbbing.

But she still felt as if she needed something else. Maybe she wouldn't be free of this particular feeling until she'd found the drugs she had heard mentioned. Or rather, it wasn't the physical mixtures, tinctures and pills that fascinated her, but the idea that by taking them she could experience a heightening of her own soul. It was the idea of a furtherment and augmentation of her emotions that led her to scanning the room for something she had no idea how to look for. She approached the cage but looked in the faces of the ones gathered around. Most only possessed keen eyes for the warring men trapped inside, and though they got high off their own drug of choice, she didn't care for betting. They did not have what she sought. Her agitated gaze flickered to the edges of the room next, past the crowded tables and gatherings of people, and she began to walk there next.

A hand roughly grabbed her arm. Her lips parted to protest, but then a voice accompanied the stranger's movement and she turned to look at the rough-faced man and the woman beside him. Her chest thrummed excitedly as she listened to what he had to say, but she shook off the firm grip all the same. Still... This was what she was looking for! The satisfaction would show, easily - Meriann was not good at hiding either her pleasure, or her dissatisfaction. A spray of blood hit her neck and her dew grey cloak. It was warm, like balmy water, if not for the colour. Her fingers twitched once as she reached up slowly to lift some of it from her neck. Her fingertips drew away, red, and she did not clean herself for there was no way to get clean. Instead, her hand dropped to her side. She had yet to speak or answer the man, because he had only just left her room to speak. Besides the churning, nervous excitement though, Meriann had another thought on her mind, and that was that she thought she recognised the two that were here in Tall Johnny's. There was little chance to step back and scrutinise them properly, nor was there opportunity to ask names or speak pleasantries. It was clear that the man was here on business, and the fascinatingly coloured woman... Well, she sat quietly, with Her grey, grey eyes looking ever onwards. It was a look that made her feel uncomfortable, but there was something familiar in it. Confused, the Svefra ran her hand through her own tangled hair and squared a look at the rough, older man.

Her voice was low-pitched but she spoke loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the fighting and the shouting as she smiled fleetingly.
"Aren't you a good salesman?"
He held the drugs out, not close enough but within reach of her own investigations. Instead of the bottles she had imagined, they were in small bags so that she couldn't even see what they looked like. His descriptions were bare-boned but enough to steer her decision firmly towards the latter. Perhaps it would be a terrible decision, one that she would regret, but now there were no regrets or worries even. The small spiel and the reassuring enough smile of the stranger had forced her into a strange kind of confidence. Perhaps it was even due to the presence of the black-and-white haired woman, who acted as some kind of balancing act, giving the man a touch of a female side to him that made Meriann less edgy than she might have been otherwise.

"As ye's kindly giving fo' free, I'll plump for your last one. See what kind o' 'someone else' I can see in me." She laughed then, and reached out to take the little but surprisingly weighty bag. The drawstring was thin and she opened it easily, drawing up a free chair and sitting next to the grey-eyed woman. Around them, the world of the gambling den thrived. Meriann was curious, and asked, "So, you swallow this?" Darvin, his name still unknown or not yet remembered at least to the Svefra, said in response, "Good, good choice, and down in one, every last bit." A waterskin was passed over to her to help the greyish powder go down more easily, and she did exactly as he said. Down in one gulp.

Her eyes closed as she swallowed, trying to ignore the unpleasant taste. The man laughed, and the sound of it was heightened by the sudden, rattling shake of the cage as a dead weight crashed into it. Her eyes opened rapidly, fluttering to stare over at the battered body that lay crumpled on the floor. His injuries, caused by fists and humanity alone, looked grim and bloody. Their table had picked up a few more blood splatters, and Meriann's hands had now picked up a few more blood spots. She sat analysing her body, trying to figure out what was happening... If indeed anything were to happen.

"How long does it take, sir?" A mocking laugh followed that, and Darvin cryptically said, "As long as it takes, sweetie. You'll know soon enough." Meriann grimaced, but said nothing in return. She felt like getting up and pacing around, but held a kind of grim fascination as the crowd suddenly realised that the victor had won. The unconscious or even maybe dead man looked strangely peaceful now the blows weren't landing, but the winner... Gods, there was something tragic in his face that entranced the fidgety seawoman, who couldn't help but look at the shaking hands of the fighter and his own, bloody hands, and his wolfish, ghostish grinning. Darvin had got up without her noticing, leaving the mysteriously familiar grey-eyed woman sitting beside her. She could feel something prickling across her tongue, something hot. Wanting to know what speaking with this feeling felt like, and with a creeping smile crawling onto her features, she turned her body and her chair around to Kelski and said, "I believe I know you, from somewhere. I'm Meriann. Oh gods isn't this good?"
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