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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 2:39 am
Nodding along with what the other had to say, Trystan let a cocky grin slide onto the face at the explanations he got. It almost sounded fun. Snickering a bit, Trystan glanced at the other. "I'll be sure to watch out for any flying boots then." He said tauntingly, one hand on his hip as Crux thrummed from somewhere within his messenger bag. "You're welcoming me back to visit?" Trystan cocked an eyebrow, a bit astonished by the others words. "Any particular reason why? We didn't exactly hit it off on the right foot." A snort came from his lips as he remembered just a half an hour ago when he'd shamelessly dragged the other off the street like some mobster would to a teen.
Listening to the other talk about his love life, Trystan made a slightly disgusted face at the mushy love part of it. Personally, he'd never understood the concept of such a trivial thing, and was prone to ignoring it as much as he possibly could. "Sounds insane." He commented, as soon as the other was done. "I dont know how any person could tie themselves down like that to one person. Sounds like hell." He grinned loosely. "But thats just me." Shrugging his shoulders up and down at the question, Trystan looked over at the other, eyes flashing a bit amused. "Nah, not really." He grinned shamelessly. "I've tried it once or twice. The concept of it just never stuck with me." Shaking his head, Trystan let a loose, careless sigh go. "Thats alright though. Who needs love anyways?"
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 2:55 am
"Don't see why I shouldn't ask you back. I don't know any others like me and you're not as bad as you first came off." He nodded to a few performers hurrying past as they entered the carnival grounds. "Our initial take on each other was largely misunderstanding, wouldn't you say?" Faolan looked at Tryst and smiled a little, the motioned for him to follow through the throng of people back toward the living quarters of the carnival grounds.
He waved to Rosco as the baboon wandered past and continued walking as if bizarre stuff were everyday things, which probably wasn't far off living in Farstep. "The thing about love is there are different kinds. Some relationships are easy to fall in and out of, some are dangerous . . . and then you have the kind like I have with Elle. The moment our eyes met--" He clapped his hands together. "--bam, I was hers and she was mine. I can't explain that sort of feeling. There just aren't words for it." He looked at Tryst, giving a casual grin. "Love of any sort can't be all that bad. You likely wouldn't be here without some form of it. I know I wouldn't be here if not for love."
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 5:12 pm
Snorting at the comment, Trystan glanced the other over, noting grudgingly that they were - in more then just one sense - quite alike. "Oh, you have no idea." He said idly, sticking his hands in his pockets. Crux snorted from somewhere in the messenger bag once Faolan commented on him not being half as bad as he first came off to be. Oh no, he could be a lot worse... But Faolan did have a point. Trystan wasn't as much of an a*****e as he tried to be. "Yeah, I guess." Trystan said loosely with a fanged grin at the next comment. "Misunderstandings are common in this game called life though - whether its a blessing or a curse, I'll never know." He said, reciting something his dad used to tell him quite a lot. Glancing up at the carnival grounds, Trystan cocked an eyebrow at the crowds, the weird looking people, the neon lights. So this was what Faolans home looked like.
Trying not to stop and stare at the baboon walking by, Trystan mimicked Faolan from behind the other, giving the baboon a cheeky wave before turning and padding after the mutt. "You have got to have the most outlandish home I have ever seen." He commented dryly, staring around at the people on stilts and the clowns passing by. The ladies blowing kisses and the throng of customers waiting to be entertained. Listening to the others talk on love, Trystan fell back into step with him a bit. "I dont believe in love at first sight." He said dryly when Faolan mentioned the Elle girl again. He'd make sure to keep an eye out for her in the future as to not give her a heart attack. "Whatever you say, whatever you say. If love ever graces with me with its presence, I'll be sure to let you know. Who knows, maybe I'll get that -" Trystan mimicked the gesture Faolan had used to describe him and Elle. "Bam thing one day." Snickering a bit, the man shrugged his shoulders up and cocked his head to the side. "But it can be bad, you know. Love gets people killed." He said, his tone taking on a darker tone for a moment before lightening up. "Anyways, there are always two sides to the same coin. The light side of love, and the bad side." Trystan shrugged again. "I might be here because of that emotion, but I sure as hell know that a lot of other people aren't."
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 10:19 pm
Faolan looked at Trystan as he spoke, then chuckled. "I don't think of it as outlandish, but I grew up here, so I'm used to it now, I guess. At least it's not dull." He casually dodged a boot thrown at him from inside his dad's vardo and waved to the old me. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Da. No more wandering off without telling you." He gave Trystan a look. "Honestly, over-bearing parents, am I right? La. Your dad ever throw footwear at you?"
They walked a bit more before Faolan commented on the rest of what Trystan had said. "Hm, well, even if love doesn't make the world go 'round, it does keep it nicely populated. You ever fall in love, Tryst, I hope I'm there to see it, just so you can have one witness to that miraculous event." He stepped up the tiny stoop attached to a black-painted vardo that had patterns all over it in silver and opened the door of the large wagon. "Here we are. Welcome to my home."
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 10:48 pm
"Dull is a matter of perspective." Trystan snickered, striding along, his eyes roaming as he dodged a few women in flirtatious dresses. It wasn't awkward. It was just strange. People lived like this? Now he knew what it felt like to be thrown into a whole new 'world.' Catching sight of a boot out of the corner of his eye, Trystan ducked forward when the boot came flying over Faolan and at his own head. Popping back up as soon as it was gone, Trystan eyed the vardo the offending material had come from with a bit of amusement. Looking back at Faolan, Trystan gave him a fanged smile, black eyes flashing in entertainment. "Over bearing parents my a**. You ain't seen nothing yet." He said, reminded of his own home. As a child, even though he'd been thrown into more dangerous situations then he could count, his parent had been like his own shadow. Up until the point of teenager-dom, when Trystan became the bane of the poor mans existance. "Footwear? Nah." Trystan grinned shamelessly, no lie or deception in his black glimmering eyes. "My father throws knives. But he has tried to shoot me quite a few times." And that sadly, was quite the obvious truth, one in itself. As soon as Trystan became old enough to fend for himself, unless he was being useful, or being some source of amusement just by talking, his father would send a bullet his way. Whether he intended to miss or not... well, that was another story.
"Nicely populated?" Trystan snickered. "Sure, whatever you say." Padding after the other through the throng of people, Trystan raised an eyebrow at the new nickname. Faolan was friendly already, and they hadn't even known each other for a full day yet. But thats just what you need, one part of his mind said matter-of-factly, to which Trystan had to grudgingly agree. Friends were a hard thing to come by. This guy was almost like a godsend. Almost. "Yeah, I'll be sure to let you know when that happens." He said lightly, a loose fanged grin on his face. "Though that'll be the day all hell breaks loose." Shrugging his shoulders, Trystan flickered his eyes over the other mutt and turned his head to lock into memory the vardo they were now entering. Stepping up as the door was opened, Trystan peered around, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow for a moment. "Not much. But it looks cozy enough. So this is where you spend your romantic evenings with the love of your life?" He grinned, teasingly jabbing the other as he made notes on the vardo. The windows, where everything was. It was pure habit by now. Just pure habit.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 11:01 pm
Faolan shrugged at the question, moving to sit on the bed and let Zia out of his jacket hood. "Whether she's here or not, it's where I spend the majority of my time when I'm not performing. Sorry about the mess." Although "mess" was an understatement. The interior looked very much like the whole of Fao's life had thrown up inside it, belongings strewn everywhere with affectionate carelessness.
Zia sat on the table, resting on top of an old deck of tarot cards. It was focused on the messenger bag Trystan was carrying. "You, other Essentic. Come out now and talk." It was ever a bossy little thing.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 11:14 pm
Messy was certainly an understatement. However insane Trystan came off to be, he was a bit of a neat freak. Well, in a certain sense at least. Trystan let things get dirty in his house, and then hosted what he liked to think of as a giant "spring cleaning" - no matter the time of year it was. And then he'd let it get messy all over again. However, this was a bit... Well, in the least, it tempted Trystan to want to clean it. Kicking aside some clothing, Trystan found a seat and took it in the most casual of positions, almost instantly slumping over like the lazy a** he was. "You dont go out often then, I take it? What kind of life do you lead?" Trystan snorted with a casual grin on his face. "Though I guess I'm being a hypocrite by saying that, since I'm such a damn social recluse when I'm not working." Yes, true to his words and nature, Trystan spent a majority of his hours sitting in his penthouse apartment, as far away from other people as he could get. However, on certain nights, he'd go out for a bit of fun. Or to get drunk, either way. "No problem." He said in a drawl when the other demon apologized for the mess. "S'not like it affects me - unless I trip over something and meet an unfortunate end." Trystan grinned lazily. "Then I'll be rather pissed." Shrugging his shoulders, Trystan cocked his head at the other.
"So, what now?"
Crux, as soon as the messenger bag had been discarded from Trystans shoulder and onto the floor, had flickered his crimson band upwards, wondering why he was being ordered out. In a flash, he lept from his hiding spot, and landed with increased precision and grace in front of the other essentic, band shimmering, mechanical hands by its side. "My name is Crux. Not 'other essentic.'" He said factually, but there was no offense in his voice. "Talk, you say..."He purred for a moment. "What shall we talk about?"
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 11:23 pm
"If you meet an unfortunate end from tripping over something in here, you have my permission to come back and haunt me," Faolan chuckled, sprawling out a bit on the bed. "I probably get out more than I think about, but when I'm between performances or fortune telling, I usually prefer just holing up in here to unwind. I get enough odd looks when I'm working, I don't really need them when I'm on my own time. You probably understand that enough, I guess."
He looked over at the clock on the wall, making a face as he mentally counted out performance times. "The clowns should be in their little tent town by now if you want to swing by and mooch some booze off them." Fao turned his attention back to the other. "Pretty sure they got their distillery up and running again, too. We can grab some deep-fried twinkie dogs and other stuff from the vendors and head over to do a little heavy drinking. You'll like Squeaks and the other clowns. They've got great stories."
Zia looked up at Crux from its perch on the cards. "You're the first other Essentic I've met. Have you met any others? What are they like? What's it like to be made for combat?" It paused a moment, opening its rainbow-colored eyes more. "You're rather tall for a proto."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 1:09 pm
"I'll do more then just haunt you." Trystan threatened with a snicker, cocking his head to the side as the other offered up the reasons behind his hiding out in the vardo. Snorting at the understand comment, Trystan grinned lazily. "I'm like the shiny new animal in the zoo out on display for the first time when I go walking around." He said in a joking manner. The statement was true though - even his eyes weren't blackened, he still had the demeanor of a demon, and someone who was certainly not the greatest thing to hang off of. "Though, when you're in a crowd of purebloods, you're hardly the one getting all the stares."
Tilting his head at the suggestions made, Trystan grinned a bit. Maybe they'd get along better then Trystan had suspected at first. "Depends, is it good booze?" He taunted, shrugging his shoulders. Making a face at the suggestion of deep-fried twinkie dogs, Trystan stuck his tongue out almost childishly. "I dont know what the bloody hell those things are, but they sound disgusting." He commented, stretching his arms out a bit. Grinning dangerously, Trystan flashed his eyes at the other in a curious manner. "However, heavy drinking sounds like its right up my alley." Pausing as the other commented on the clowns, Trystan cocked an eyebrow. "One of them is named Squeaks?" The man snorted a bit. "Now thats a sad commentary one in itself. But hell, great stories and heavy drinking? Count me in."
Crux cocked his head to the side at the questions directed towards him, a low thrum forming in the back of his throat. "I have... met others." He said slowly, as memories began forming in his mind. "They are all different. One is a flower - the other some sort of... fluid creature." He didn't know what to describe Lauss as, and instead just shook his head and went on. "They are all different. Interesting." Nodding, Crux settled on the next question. "It is natural." He said simply, cocking his head at Zia for a moment. "I am built for combat, thus I am at ease with completing tasks oriented towards such. It is hard work - and exhausting, but that is what I am made for - and want." He stared down at the other, examining the rainbow colored eyes for a moment. "Am I?" He asked obliviously, raising his mechanical hands to his exterior for a moment. "I do not feel tall. But you are... smaller then I am, so I would look tall to you."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 11:08 pm
"You know, I've never met any purebloods before," Faolan admitted, getting up and stretching a bit.
At the question of the booze, the young man shrugged. "Not sure how good it is, but it'll get you pretty hammered in a relatively short time. And of course one is named Squeaks. They're clowns after all." He looked at the two Essentics. "They'd be safer here than with the clowns if you want to leave Crux here with Ziazan."
Ziazan pouted at being called small. A lot. Right at Crux. "I'm not small. I'm fun-sized and cute." It tilted its head, looking up at the taller Essentic. "Do you ever do anything besides your tasks? Something for yourself, I mean."
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 9:24 pm
Trystan snorted a bit, tilting his head in Faolans direction. "You know, I dont know whether thats a good thing or a bad thing." He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a cat like grin. "Most of them aren't very nice if they know you're a mutt." He said, his lofty tone making it seem as if it was something that everyday people talked of. Demons were very picky creatures, and keeping human blood out of their lineage, so knowing that one family ******** up didn't exactly sit well with them.
"I'm not exactly a lightweight -" Trystan protested a bit against getting hammered. Usually it took at least twelve shots of pure vodka to get him drunk. But who knew, maybe the booze was just that strong here at the carnival. "Well, in the end, liquor is liquor, and people are people." Shrugging it off, the mutt grinned and stretched his arms above his head. "Same old, same old. And Crux knows how to fend for himself." Standing up and cocking an eyebrow, Trystan grinned a bit. "Ready to get drunk then?"
Crux didn't understand the concept of fun-sized, and cute. The words were like a foreign language to him, and so he simply cocked his head to the side and thrummed. "Cute? Fun sized...? I am not familiar with such words." He said obliviously, and would have clicked his tongue - if he had one. "Other then my tasks?" Crux hummed a bit. As a Proto with barely any personality, Crux didn't have much interest in things other then his orders from Trystan. There were a few things though... He supposed. "I tinker with machinery and weapons. Taking them apart, making them better, rearranging them." Crux nodded as if satisfied. "I also research. Things beyond Drente's atmosphere are... fascinating." By that, he meant the solar systems. Black holes, things of the like.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 10:07 pm
Faolan laughed, heading out the door with Trystan. "Do you really have to ask? I live in this place." He opened his arms wide, including the whole of the carnival. "If you're not drunk at least once a day, you're doing the carnival life wrong. The clowns usually pitch tents over there, not too far from here."
Inside, Zia tilted its head in thought. "I'm not good with mechanical things. Hands are too small. I like looking at the stars, though. They remind me of the crystals Fao uses in fortune telling sometimes."
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:54 pm
Snorting a bit, Trystan tailed after the other and into the cold of the evening, the dim lights of the Carnival soon the only thing against the black backdrop. "Damn, lucky kid." He said good heartedly, knocking into the others side before padding in front of Faolan a bit, getting a look at the night life surrounding him. It was uncommon for him to be somewhere were other people weren't trying to gut him. It was strange to see others smiling without knowing they might become a target. "So I take it you're drunk quite a lot. I wonder how your missy feels about that." Snickering a bit, Trystan cocked his head back at the other. "It sounds a lot like home - save for the clowns and that baboon, and the man who throws his boots at you." Shaking his head, he glanced up, acknowledging the tents that looked as though.... well, a party was being held inside. "Those tents?"
Tilting his head to mimic Zia for a moment, Crux, sat down on the table tentatively, leveling their height considerably and making it more even. "I am made of mechanics, thus it is natural for me to be good at tinkering with them." He explained briefly and tilted his head forward a bit. "Stars. They can go supernova though, and are dangerous if up close." Crux thrummed a bit at the mention of crystals and fortune telling. "Fortunes...? I am not aware of the concept." He paused a bit, watching Zia in slight amusement. "Is that your specialty?"
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:43 pm
"That'd be them, yeah," Faolan chuckled, ushering Trystan inside. "Oddly enough, I don't get drunk that often." Truth was, he didn't even get to drink that often. Keagan had made it very clear to the other residence that he'd personally string them up and do any number of bad things to them if Faolan had a heart attack from the party life led around Farstep. Most of them avoided inviting him to have fun with them, but a few would give in and let the guy live a little.
Ziazan moved from the deck it was sitting on, and picked up the top card so Crux could see it. Death. The card of change. "This is Faolan's favorite deck of tarot cards. It was given to him by Grandmother and actually can tell real fortunes, but only in his hands. Maybe in your master's hands, too. I think it's the demon blood. Each card has a different picture that shows what it means. The fortunes are predictions or stories that help people sort out what path they should take in life."
The little Essentic set the card down for Crux to examine if he wanted. "My purpose is to help with the fortune telling. I read the history of objects . . . sometimes I can read things about people, too. I always know when Faolan is having heart problems."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:08 pm
Snorting a bit at the other mans words, Trystan protested blindly as he was ushered in before shutting his trap. Now, if the demon had ever seen clowns before, he certainly hadn't seen clowns like this. Cocking an eyebrow at the scent of booze heavy in the air, Trystan grinned a bit, sliding a beer bottle out of one of the drunken mens hands, noting on the lack of protest as he took a sample taste and decided it wasn't half bad. The loud rush of noise that was absent drunken chatter around them was zoned out once Trystan turned back to Faolan. "So this is your guys nightlife, eh? Where do we start?"
Crux thrummed as he was presented with the card, scanner shimmering a bit as he took it in. What a strange thing. Death. Death. Crux tilted his head to the side - the word was defined literally within his head, so it didn't make sense to him... not completely. "I see." He said quietly, nodding a bit. "So, they are merely predictions, but is it certain whether they are false or not?" Crux examined the card further. "Are you capable of reading fortunes? Or do you simply help your master?" He inquired curiously, thrumming a bit. The idea of Trystan trying fortune telling was a bit farfetched for him.
"History of objects?" Crux tilted his head in the opposite direction. "Is it interesting? Do you see what the object has seen? How does that work..?" Crux glanced up when the other mentioned humans as well. "So, if you were asked to read someone, you could?" That was definitely a new trait. The concept had never been considered by the young Proto, but it certainly was an interesting thing to consider....
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