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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2019 10:28 pm
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The landscape was dark with no light seeming to shed from any direction. Even so, Weyjeil was able to open his eyes and groggily stare at his seemingly illuminated body. "What the hell...?" There was nothing to see that was familiar. Infact, there wasn't anything to see at all except for the endless black and ripples in the shallow wet below him from drops that seemed to come from a void above. Sitting up, he was greeted by a terrible image: his main familiar broken and hurt.
Flétrir, his soul bound doll, had her arm dangling from internal strings and broken porcelain bits. She was tattered in both clothing and body with a tar-like substance seeping through the open wounds. She stared at him from a short distance with a meek smile trembling on her face. "Did we do it? Di-" she took a sharp, shaky breath. "Did we win?" The world, what was even visible, began to fade as he sunk into the water slow. It filled his mouth and burned like molten lead in his gums before he woke in a yell.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He sat up, breathing from the deepest parts of his chest. Flétrir was writing in her sketchbook, stopping the flow of her pencil to look over to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Her tone had no emotion as usual, but there was a hint of judgement towards him. Taking a moment, he surveyed his surroundings to make sure of where he was: wooden walls, fancy carpets below him, painted portraits hanging over the small room which rocked up and down to each bump of a small rock, the bed he laid in of silk threads. "The caravan..." He whispered to himself, moving the blanket from over his torso. As he was getting out of the bed, she continued to speak to him.
"I wanted you to sleep in as much as your poorly nourished body needed, but we are already inside the city. You should think about doing your weird performance in something other than your pajamas." Her sharp words, similar to a dagger, still carried no emotion. He stood from the bed and met with the drawer next to his sleeping quarters. "Yes, yes, thank you kindly for the support as always." Her deadpan demeanor could only be met with sarcasm as he started to strap on his coat and polish his face-mask. Once he was fully dressed, the young merchant adjusted his hat and checked his hair with a hand mirror. "Alright, my faithful companion, we have a crowd to appease."
A crowd started to slowly form around the parked caravan. It was neatly decorated, amazing decor and streamers hung from the tops with small lights and golden ornaments. A wooden platform flopped from the side of the cart, making the horse at the front shutter for a mere second. A large sign hung over on paper reading 'The Collector' which people were reading. Due to this being his home town, everyone was familiar with the famous merchant who hid his identity. A majority waited in anticipation, half only there for the show with others excited for what was going to be offered. Finally, the door opened up as the masked trader, Weyjeil, stepped out to the crowd.
"LAAAAAADIES AAAAAAND GENTLEMEN!!!" A flurry of dark flower petals made a gust from behind him and danced around the crowd. Taking out his pocket, the symbols among the pages glowed as a mist came off the paper. Suddenly, a lantern came out the book and jingled over the heads of the crowd. It whistled a whimsical tune, jingling over their heads. A bead of sweat formed behind his mask. "s**t, I hope I have enough..." The book was random, but he always made sure to carry an assortment of goods to fit with the performance. However, lanterns were large. Not to mention today's crowd was bigger than his last. His hand reached to the back and pulled out a large chest. Popping it open revealed an assortment of lanterns each with a unique insignia.
"Today... Well, I should more say tonight, I have something that can cut the darkness. These lanterns have been handcrafted by artists throughout the land. Well designed, they efficiently soak a wick without draining unnecessary amounts of oil. How much?" He knelt over the wood, a large grin gleaming to the crowd. A few very interested humans stood near the stage. "Well, we can arrange something, eh?" Meanwhile, Flétrir sat inside the caravan bored with the situation and just sorting the merchandise near the door for Weyjeil to grab.
Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2019 6:00 pm
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| Name - Zeira | Age - 20 | Occupation - Freelance Knight | Species - Human | Theme
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Rapier Hand Knife Hidden Knife Long Sword Money ....
It was absolutely gorgeous out. It wasn't often that the city got such good weather given its location. 'I guess I was right to come back for this vacation.' The knight had been traveling most of the kingdoms for the last several months. Accepting jobs that often required her to tread in territory other humans wouldn't dare think of going to, the poor woman was exhausted. While Zeira wasn't native to this part of Yoleffiel, she was familiar with the ever famous Bazaar. One thing she loved about the area was how lively it was. Everyone looked so peaceful and happy. It was the one thing she believed every being deserved to experience. True peace and happiness. Even the most decrepit of demons can be saved. Or at least that's what she wanted to believe.
It felt like years since she had been able to take a few weeks to herself. Though truth be told, she probably would still 'work' and not realize it. Zeira truly was selfless at heart. Her entire point of coming back was to find certain goods that could only be found in the human kingdom. With Itomori having iffy transactions with humans, and Illhi outright refusing passage, that only left Vosian to shop in. Which Zeira refused to ever pass through again unless the job demanded it. But it all worked out for the better. It was about time things were peaceful for the woman knight.
Zeira had already a basket full of different meats, breads, and fruits. She had a little spot near by that she loved to camp in and had initially planned to head straight there. Unless some delicious sweets would dictate otherwise. Alas, her gaze was not taken by a new delicate form of cake but what seemed like a swarm of people gathering around a caravan parked right smack in the middle of the bazaar. "I wonder if it has a permit." Zeira being the type of woman she was, she rarely kept herself out of mindset of that of a law enforcer. But she caught herself. Nope, not her problem. 'But I can still take a peak.. Just in case.~'
The woman managed to squeeze her way passed a crowd of awed onlookers. She could hear chatter about something regarding exquisite lanterns. What was so special about lanterns? Itomori had lots of them. Eventually making her way to the front of the crowd, she was able to see what literally everyone and their mother was so interested in. It would appear that someone was putting on more than just a sales pitch. 'Magic, huh?'. Zeira wasn't an idiot. But the way it was being used was still very impressive. A masked man pulled out a large chest filled with the aforementioned lanterns. "Oh my.." Well he certainly wasn't lying. They looked stunning. Nothing she had ever seen before. In fact if she wasn't trying to budget she'd probably buy one. But with her constantly traveling and not even having a stable house, there really wasn't a use for one.
After the man finished his whole sales pitch, the crowd hummed with excitement and offers for the lanterns. The whole ordeal made the woman chuckle, but that still didn't answer her question. "My goodness, you're quite the crowd pleaser aren't you?" She called out to the merchant, smiling softly. "You certainly have a way with words.. Do you mind answering a question for this young woman here?" She was obviously referring to herself. "Do you have a permit to sell in this bazaar?"
"Chi, Chi!" The magic lantern danced above the crowd while Weyjeil sat with his doll behind his merchant stand. It was a great tactic: keep them all distracted and happy with entertainment to both show them a product and persuade them in buying it. Everyone was dancing around with the strangely summoned lantern bringing more attention to his wares. Things were going great and the coin was coming in until a woman appeared.
"Ah, yes, I try to appease my customers. That is the namesake of The Collector, no?" He took out a few of the lanterns from the chest behind his stand. Placing them on the table. "As you can see, I had these handcrafted using my funds and have brought them for the public. By your outfit, I'm sure these would be useful for those lonely nights as an adventurer. Well, then again, I offer other things for lonely pretty women such as yo-" He stopped mid-sentence, appraising her looks even further. At first, she just seemed like an above-average attractive woman to him. On closer inspect, there was an obvious tone to her sudden question to him.
"Oh the damn guardsmen..." Whatever law she was involved in, he wasn't pleased with it. The law never liked his shows and trying to incorporate it into shows. Through his strange mask of swirling designs, his eyes had a doll expression through the holes while resting a hand on one of his products. "Miss... I'm a trader. Of course I have my papers, but are you really trying to bribe me right now so you can buy your white-collar baker husband one at a discount?" His fingers tapped on the top of the lantern, giving a tired sigh. The mixture of bad experiences with the law and women left a bad impression already.
"Tell you what. I'm selling these at fifteen gold. They are unique and high quality. You don't stir a fuss, I'll sell you one for... ten." He stared at her face hard, a finger below his chin with an expression he gave when checking the quality value of something. "Actually, with a face like that, I'll sell it to you for seven." Fletrir rolled her eyes, giving out the lanterns to costumers and taking coin to store in a box next to her seat.
Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 10:37 am
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| Name - Zeira | Age - 20 | Occupation - Freelance Knight | Species - Human | Theme
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Rapier Hand Knife Hidden Knife Long Sword Money .... Basket of Goods
It was clear to Zeira that the man didn't quite recognize her as a knight. Which was fine. What wasn't fine was the amount of praise being done on her appearance. 'Damn pervert.' Though her irritation replaced her once peaceful mood, she didn't allow it to shine through. Her poker face was quite amazing. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not afraid to sleep in the dark. I have no need for lanterns." She responded kindly. Eventually he caught onto her not being your ordinary adventurer.
"...Bribe..? Husband..? But I'm single.." Bewildered, Zeira only assumed that he was trying to escape a now uncomfortable situation. That was the only explanation for his seemingly unending comments. "I'll say it again, I'm not so weak that I would need something that I can get from an entirely different kingdom." Zeira's voice held a harsh tone with her last statement. "Which is apparently more than I can say for you and your familiar there. Now. Your papers." While the woman held onto her basket of goods, she approached the stand even closer. She nearly towered most men and women, and with her much closer to the duo, it was much more evident just how much more built her physique was in comparison to most. Zeira's face still held her peaceful smile, as if nothing was wrong, but her entire demeanor screamed 'Don't test me.'
The Knight wasn't an idiot, he didn't have any papers and his body language screamed it. She leaned in, bringing her face closer to his, potentially getting to close for comfort. "I'll have you know, my dear..~" She cooed "..That I hate men who flirt their way out of situations they put themselves in. And you're one step away from being homeless." Zeira re-positioned herelf to her usual upright and righteous stance. "I'll tell you what," She glared down at his mask, assuming his face was contorted with just as much irritation as her. "If you pack up and leave now, I won't confiscate your caravan and everything in it, and if you refuse.." Zeira's free hand reached for the handle of her Rapier, only placing a hand on it. "I'll cause more than just a fuss."
The small group of people that were nearby the stand were now awkwardly walking away to keep from the scene. They didn't know the issue, but it was common that these performances were met with dissatisfaction from the law. The Collector was notorious for this. His familiar, now with the box resting on her lap, calmly spoke to her master Weyjeil. "It seems you have upset the wrong person yet again. This makes four this week." She was calmly writing down the situation in a notepad, documenting the occurrence like all the others and writing carefully with her wooden doll fingers. Her porcelain blank expression didn't even meet with the knight.
Meanwhile, Weyjeil was fidgeting in his seat. It wasn't as if he had broken any laws, but he had past experiences of the law physically assaulting him for no more reason than supposed stress-relief. "A-alright, alright..." He quietly listened to her drone on until the moment she took a violent stance. If she was willing to suspect him of not having a permit at the Bazaar where most people carry their papers, he also suspected she was trying to extort him for money. Though, the way his words flew over her head made him questionable. After rummaging in his coat, a signed parchment was displaying separating vision between the two.
"Merchant guild Sterling Leaf's member. The actual name is on the document with what type of business I'm doing here with proper documentation allowing me the square of this court. Friends call me Wuju but this act is anonymous so don't go spilling my secrets." He lowered the paper with a finger to his mask, making a comedic, pained expression. At this point, all he could do was act like a harmless individual so she would leave him alone. His hand rested on the table with the paper in hand. "Or let me guess. You are going to rip up my permit and say I don't have one? Spin a tale that I'm selling contraband? How about suspect of burglary because I'm wearing a mask? I've heard it all before, miss. If you aren't trying to get a discount or a cut in my profits, I really don't know what you want to do besides scare away my customers."
The area was quiet and empty with most of the crowd dispersed at this point. Luckily, a majority of the merchandise was already sold by the time she appeared. His arms were folded, staring her down. "Now you and your actions have been cute and all, but I'm in all my rights of the law. You pull the blade and I wont be scared to run." His familiar looked over to him cocking an eyebrow at that last statement. "Isn't that statement... a bit ironic?" She said emotionally, still judging this coward of a merchant. Though, it was fair. He wasn't a swordsman and wasn't going to pretend to be one just to fend himself off from a hostile knight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 11:04 pm
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| Name - Zeira | Age - 20 | Occupation - Freelance Knight | Species - Human | Theme
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Rapier Hand Knife Hidden Knife Long Sword Money .... Basket of Goods
The Knight sighed in relief. Her hand, relaxing and falling back to her side. According to the familiar, he seems to have been causing a mess wherever he went. But he is within his rights. "Well, that takes care of tha-" Zeira was cut off by accusations in regards to her position. "I.. Beg your pardon?" Zeira was rather surprised to have such assumptions made of her, and after all the work she did to build up her name? It would seem this man had been through the wringer. Why would any knight or man of power stoop to such a low? Perhaps the merchant was lying? No, there was too much sincerity in his voice. He was genuinely concerned for the future of his profits. As well as himself.
Zeira thought for a moment. Staring down at the strange masked man intensely. Examining his lack of features, but more specifically his doll like eyes. They seemed so dull. She just continued staring down at him as if trying to observe his soul. An awkward silence building between the two.. or three. 'Even if he did run he wouldn't be faster than me.' She pondered more. The stand was nearly empty. Does she take his word for it and help? Or does she leave? As irritating and disrespectful as his comments were, it would make sense that he would become defensive over his property. Finally, she broke the silence. "Thank you for cooperating." She spoke, "Although.. even if you did run, I'd still be able to catch you with minimal effort." Zeira teased, bowing her head slightly. "I apologize for stirring up so much trouble for you. But it doesn't appear that your profits were affected, and everything seems to be in order."
"It would appear you have suffered great injustice. Please excuse my harsh demeanor." Zeira held out her hand, but not in any sort of demand, just offering a friendly handshake. "Allow me to introduce myself correctly. My name is Zeira Abraham. I'm a traveling knight from this kingdom." She cupped her mouth as if to whisper, leaning in slightly. "Though I'm suppose to be on vacation.." She giggled. She turned her head and nodded at the doll-like creature then turned her head back to the merchant. "Once again I am sorry for the disruption I caused, but I can't exactly allow illegal transactions. Please, forgive my interruptions." Admittedly, she could've handled the situation less harshly. But she had a hard time following the 'innocent until proven guilty' routine. "I don't suppose you're going to remove the mask, hm?"
A strange grimace appeared under his mask, visibly showing his dislike in her persistence. Though, he eased himself and let her calmly go on to him about her thoughts. It appeared as though she was genuine. He silently sat there while she kept speaking to him, his gaze going to her extended hand. A heavy sigh finally escaped him, extending his fingers to meet hers for a firm shake. "I say, they either trained you how to melt a man's heart or you are just naturally good for this world."
When his hand left her grasp, his hand was suspended in midair doing nothing for several moments. In this time, he thought of how to continue this conversation. She seemed to answer this with a simple request and, making sure the court was empty, his was response was positive. "No REAL secret around these parts..." His palm reached up, removing his guise to show he was actually a normal human as anyone else. A playful shrug of his shoulders, he continued in a tired tone that seemed relieved for something that seemed honest. "Weyjeil. Houjo. Famous trader and entertainer. It's a pleasure to actually speak to a well mannered soldier for once. Well, knight I mean. You tend not to think the differences when a blade is a blade." His hand rested on the counter and the lantern that was entertaining the crowd now dangled and danced above them. "Chi, Chi!" The trader gave a small chuckle, continuing. "That odd thing gets me every time. Now..."
His hands locked with his fingers pointed towards the knight. "A lovely woman doesn't usually just interrupt her own vacation to start small fights with funny merchants like me all the time. Atleast, not the normal ones. On my end? I get it often for being one that takes the limelight. The others not so much. Has there been problems as of late in the Bazaar about not having paperwork? That'd be quite strange." It was friendly conversation, but half the mood was also interrogation. If it was true that there was many merchants trying to slide by the paperwork, they were getting desperate in sales. That would mean he would have to consider being exceptionally careful. Fletrir only gave him another slide glance as she counted the money they made. She seemed unamused as usual. "You switch moods more than you switch products, Wuju. No wonder most men dislike you. Especially the women." She held a coin to her eye appraising the quality.
Meanwhile, Weyjeil only shrugged his shoulders deeper than before, laughing softly. "Some say it is a nice charm to be a colorful character, Riry. People don't like boring." His teasing grin looked over to her, obviously insinuating something. She only kept looking at the coins. "It's Fletrir. Atleast give me a clever nickname." He slumped to the counter seeming defeated. "Oh you are no fun sometimes, Flefle."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 10:43 pm
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| Name - Zeira | Age - 20 | Occupation - Freelance Knight | Species - Human | Theme
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Rapier Hand Knife Hidden Knife Long Sword Money ....
"Oh how you flatter me.. Weyjeil? Was it?" He wasn't all that fabulous. His faced seemed normal. She expected something more.. Scary? Like a scar perhaps? Or even some notable facial features? None to be found. He seemed rather ordinary. Good. Simple is good. She tried her best not to butcher his name. Zeira wasn't very good with even remembering names actually. It was one of the many reasons she seemed so unapproachable at first. She was a very visual leaner. Teach her once and she'll build a house, but if you write the instructions, she wouldn't be able to understand a damn thing. "Famous..?" Zeira tilted her head in confusion. "But.. I've never heard of you. Are you strictly grounded to this kingdom?" Zeira wasn't trying to be rude, only honest words ever left her lips. But she would say them so bluntly it would come out as if she was meaning to hurt her conversational partner.
The woman scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. He was right, if she truly was on a vacation she should have just kept walking. "Y-you're right. Sadly it isn't in my nature to turn a blind eye on justice. Or keeping the peace. Or beating up scoundrels." The knight narrowed her gaze in thought. "Actually, there's a group of bandits somewhere near here that have been extorting shops and ripping people off with fake goods. I thought you were one of them." She began. "At first they started off small, but they've grown rather large over the last few months, and they blend in with the crowd so well it's hard to tell who's who." Zeira sighed, looking to her surroundings as if she was expecting something to happen. She knew a few of them were probably scattered about somewhere. If only she could..
'..Riry?' Zeira snapped out of her trance. The doll spoke again. "Riry?" She repeated aloud. Was that her name? The two seemed like they've known each other for such a long time. To have a personal connection with a summon was extremely uncommon. "Fletrir??" Did she pronounce that right? "FLEFLE?!" Zeira absolutely lost it. Her self control was no more. "What an absolutely Adorable name! And to match such an adorable figure! I simple can't take it!"
The man gave a nod of his head. "Mhm, mhm. Way. Jeel. Weyjeil. Again, it is nice to meet you, Zeira." The blue light of the flame shook from side to side as the lantern continued to cascade the scene. Weyjeil sat still surprised to be having a decent conversation with a knight. "Oh, no, no... I just have a bit of notoriety around my travels. Nothing special besides my dealings. When you are a showman, it happens." At the mentions of raiders, the fingers of his interlocked tighter. He wasn't entirely sure if he should mention the information at first, but didn't have anyone else to confide in.
"The Darisons." His hands curtained his mouth as he talked. "A group ran by a small family. All raiders that jump on travelers on the road and nearby. They have scouts in town to check the markets for who is going where with what goods they got. Then, they set up a road trap. Seems like their common tactic." Weyjeil took out a cigarette of fine quality, lighting it with an arcane spark from his fingertips. "They are scum of the forests and still around. They even lifted something off my cart. I've been thinking of burning down their camp at some point. It's just not easy..."
His train of thought was interrupted when the knight was stifling laughter over the talks between him and the familiar. Fletrir only stared blankly at her without any remark. However, when she began to burst outloud, Fletrir finally showed a bit of emotion. She bit her lip lightly, staring to the tabletop with rosey cheeks. "I-I I'm just a d-doll..." Her fingers awkwardly danced over the top of the moneybox completely embarrassed. Smoking came from Weyjeil's mouth in a strange laugh at this. "PPFFFFFFTTTTTTTT!!!" It was the first time he'd ever seen her act in such a way and almost felt like revenge for her constant coldness. He raised a hand to gain control over both of himself and the conversation again. The doll looked at him with a frustrated expression.
"Ah, yes. I forgot. This is my familiar: Fletrir. She's my most precious summon and my fiance~" He cooed this sentence sarcastically only to be met by her very angry, surprisingly strong right hook in his arm. For such a small hand, the impact sounded like Weyjeil had a large stone thrown at him. "OH OW OW YES SORRY SORRY!" Wuju rubbed his arm, correcting himself. "She is something I obtained from a special book and has been my favored protector ever since. She's saved my a** out of the worst situations." Her composure seemed to become better now, but her arms were folded with her expression being a judging pout.
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