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Color danced through the crowd as drow moved to stay away from the strange thing that walked along the path. Nothing had been seen like this creature. It was a drow, at least part of it did. Dark skin glistened in the soft light provided by the lamps. Dark pink eyes glanced about but they contained a childish gleam to them. His white hair bounced back and forth over his right shoulder, at least that half of it. The other half of the male's hair was shaved close to the scalp giving him a very off balancing appearance. A smile, almost blank in nature, graced his very young face. This male obviously was not an adult, in fact he looked more like a teenager. But the thing that really set him apart was his clothes. Around his dark next was a light purple choker. Under that was a birght red and gold open chested vest. The red really stood out against his dark skin. On his wrists were yellow gauntlets. Around his waist was a green belt. Finally he wore bright blue pants and black boots. He really was different.

He laughed softly to himself as he weaved his way through the crowd. He danced a bit once he got to an open area but then stopped and continued moving. Guards glared at him but he only smiled and waved at them. One stopped and demanded to know his house and what his matron would think of his behavior. "Gir does not know!! Will the guard tell him what his matron would do? Go dig her up and see!" He giggled brightly with a childish glee to his voice, as if he had just told a . The guard glared some more, just another homeless drow who wandered the street. And judging by his behavior and his appearance he was quite out of his mind. With their large spear they pushed him along and told him not to hang around there. He nodded and waved as he continued along the street. He entered the marketplace, his favorite place. There were always interesting people here.

The young drow was more than contect to wander about the market place, almost going in a circle. Suddenly a large male warrior bumped into him. The young male fell back a little but and smiled up at the other male. This male however held rank despite his gender so he was none to happy to have this houseless male bump into him. "You! Apologize for your carelessness!"

Gir blinked and looked at the man in laughing confusion. "Gir does not know what you mean. He was merely walking, walking upon the earth within the earth when contact was made between two being. Beings of difference yet simiarities exist. Why should Gir apologize?" This was even weirder. Obviously the young boy's name was Gir and he spoke in the third person. But why? Well, considering his disrgaurd to the male he must really be insane.

"Foolish child! You regret such insolence!!" With those words the male lifted his sword and brought it across the boy, slicing him straight through the middle. But......he did not fall. In fact he smiled even bigger.

"Oh!!!! You want to play with Gir!!" He flipped, well his top half did. He balanced precariously on his lower severed half upside down. He laughed brightly, while some drow gasps and a few let out a small scream. The warrior himself seemed suddenly unbalanced as the boy who was suppose to be dead was still quite alive and moving! Some whispered perhaps he was a necromancer, unable to be truly killed. The legs continued to walk around the other male in a circle with his upper half balancing as he talked. "Gir likes this game! You should play too!!" With that he flipped himself right side up. His body seemed to mend instantly and, in a flash, Gir pushed the warrior's chest.

Now the strangest thing happened. The warrior fell backwards......at least his upper half did. It was as if he had been cleanly spilt in two. He yelled and others in the crowd screamed as his legs seemed to panic without it's upper part. It ran in circles, even tripping over it's upper half. The warrior desperately tried to get himself back together but with no avail. "Boy! Undo this curse you have made!"

"Say you are sorry for yelling at Gir." He was quite serious, despite the goofy grin on his facfe.

The male was about to spit back an insult when he was kicked by one of his own legs. He glared as he quietly spoke. "I....apologize....for my tone."

Gir smiled happily and clapped his hands with a laugh. As if nothing had happened, the warrior was whole. Gir just grinned as he rocked back and forth on his heels. The warrior, far too embarressed, barged his way through the crowd and disappeared. He giggled a bit and went to sit down on a near by barrel. The crowd quickly dispersed, not wanting to have something similar happen. No one seemed to guess the boy's true magic.

As Imordana approached, Gir seemed to be simply staring off into space. It was as if he were lost in the haze that permanently surrounded his mind. He didn't notice anyone really, many openly avoiding him less he push them in half. He was completely unharmed from the looks of it, as if the sword never touched him. In truth it had not. Gir's magic, being so connected to his own mind, forms an illusionary shield around him. He's never were you really thing he is. Not even the female who stood next to him half hooded from view seemed to arrouse his notice. He finally broke out of it when the female spoke to him. He looked up at her with the most child-like face. It was one children gave strangers they weren't afraid of, one of curiousity and amuzement. He didn't see under her cowl but he smiled brightly anyway. This was a nice lady.

"Hello Imordana! Gir is his name! Thank you for the compliment! Gir always tries to do his best to be polite. The guard was not very polite. Gir made him apologize. Is Imordana shopping?" He really was quite child-like. Thinking only of the letter of the law and not the spirit. He kicked his legs back and forth, much like a child. He was smaller than most males, not only because of his age but obviously he didn't regular meals. Gir could only to so much for himself. He was not overly intelligent though some in the alleyways of the city spoke of his sadistic nature when truly insulted or threatened.

Gir smiled brightly at the woman. She was nice. She agreed with him! The guard had been a bad boy and got punished. He giggled a bit then looked around. At a closer look Gir was a teenage drow physically, only slightly under nurished. The long hair had a slight curl to it and bounced back and forth as he rocked a bit. He looked thoughtful at her question, as if he had forgotten his purpose in being there. Of course, he really didn't have a purpose to be there. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Gir does not know. Gir just walks and he ends up places. So today he ends up in the marketplace. Gir has no house so he has no place to return. So he walks until he is stopped. Then he walks again." It was a simple answer but created a dozen more. Why was he houseless? And at such a young age. Also, for someone so young he had some very powerful magic under his belt. But he didn't seem to have constant control over it. As a small rock fell due to the bustle of movement, it landed on Gir's head. Not that he was injured but it did cause something wierd to happen. His clothes suddenly changed colors. Every article of clothing choose a new color to be. It was as if his magic was a seperate being from himself, having a mind of it's own. He rubbed his head a bit them smiled back up at her. "What does Imordana wish to shop for? Maybe Gir can help her find it!"

Gir looked confused all of a sudden. This woman was shopping for an illusionist? Why would you shop for one of those? He knew there were houses that specialized in them, even schools with well trained illusionists. Gir knew he wasn't like the other illusionists. They had taken him in once too, but kicked him out saying he was imposible to teach. But this woman wanted one. And she wanted Gir to be that illusionist? He was being offered a place to stay, which would be nicer than where he had been sleeping previously. But he knew most kicked him out rather soon. They couldn't stand him or he did something bad. He suddenly had the guilty child look as he looked down at his fushia shoes. "Gir does not know. Gir has stayed in a house before. But he made the matron made and he had to leave."

He swung his legs again, much like a child discussing things he wasn't sure he should be talking about. He twirled a lock of his long white hair as he thought. "Gir has never been paid before. He does not know what he would do with the money. Maybe by candy!" He suddenly seemed happy at the idea. He liked candy...and those crunchy shell things that one of the venders sold. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "Would Gir have his own room? Gir....does not like sleeping with other people. He sleeps alone."

"Yay candy!!!" Gir clapped happily and hopped off the barrel he had been sitting on. Oh she had his attention know. Gir had a definate sweet tooth which more than a few pick pockets had taken advantage of. Using him as a distraction was great for plying their trade. A few most likely had taken some things during his previous performnace. When the female wanted to take their conversation somewhere private Gir got a little giggly. "Gir was told not to be in private with females. The boys who let Gir stay with them sometimes told him stories. They do bad things to little boys like Gir."

He giggled much like a kid who just said 'fart' in a crowd. Many who knew Gir wondered if he would ever really grow up, most doubted it due to his current state. "But Gir will go with you. He thinks you are a good female! You will not hurt Gir!" He was fairly sure of that. Mostly because he knew the female had seen a taste of his powers. He remembered many of the bad things he had done, causing others to either lose their own mind due to his illusions or just out right dieing. Even a drow could be scared to deaht.

Gir was more than willing to take her hand. It was warm and soft, obviously someone who had never worked a hard job or wielded any weapon. For all Gir's power he was physically helpless. Her assertion that no one else would hurt him made him feel better about being with her. Females rarely gave such promises to males, especially those as weak as himself. He walked next to her, almost skipping a bit. He was going to get candy!! And a nicer bed than the floor of an abandoned house! Over all this was a good day.

Holding his hand also allowed Imordana to see a bit past Gir's constant illusion. He was a little skinny, something that could easily be fixed with a few good meals. He continued to twirl a lock of hair with his other hair as they walked.