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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 5:31 am
Chasing the Twins
The time that he'd spent with his grandfather over the last couple of days, just an hour here and a handful of minutes there, it was some of the best time that he'd had for a while. He was learning so much and he really did feel as though he was the cusp of figuring out the trick that he was so eager to learn. He'd told his grandfather about it and the man seemed interested in the idea, he'd also been helping him figure out the logistics of it all since juggling balls of pure flame wasn't easy. Fire was one of the more wild elements after all and therefore a bit more difficult to work with. Still, he wanted to figure it out and show it off to his friend once he was able to perfect the fiery trick.
Soon though he'd get his mind wrapped around the trick and then he'd be able to not only entertain Tyr with it but he'd be able to show it off in one of the big shows! He was almost certain that audiences were going to love the trick. All the more reason to figure it out, sot hat he could help to keep the popularity of the show up! Reaching over he scooped up a bottle of soap, pouring some of it onto his wet hair, and set to scrubbing at it. Now that his training was over he needed to clean up, get dressed, and see about finding some lunch. It was difficult finding time to train with his grandfather so that meant taking any time that the man had that wasn't already claimed by someone else in the troupe. Today it was that hour right before and partly during lunch when everyone else was either preparing food, finding a seat, or eating. That meant a cold meal and slim pickings from the leftovers for Torva but he didn't mind. He'd take what he could get!
Torva found himself pausing in scrubbing at his hair, glancing down at his hand which seemed to be... wrong somehow. He stood there starring at his hands for a long, drawn out moment, his eyes going wide for a time before slowly narrowing. His hands... were... blue? It slowly sank in that not only were they blue but he'd also just been scrubbing at his hair with the very 'soap' that had turned his hands blue. After a moment it all seemed to click before he gave a cry of surprise and burst out of the small, curtained off area that he'd been rinsing off in. His deep green eyes scanned the crowd before he spotted them standing there together, giggling into their hands... at least until they saw him. Then it went from giggles to full out peels of laughter that basically labeled them as nothing but guilty and he went chasing after them, blue tinged suds trailing behind.
"You just wait until I catch the two of you!" He called out, something that had them running that much faster in their attempts to stay ahead of him by just enough that he wouldn't be able to get his blue dyed hands on them. The more he ran the more of the dye that seemed to go from his hair to the rest of him, something that he wasn't thinking about but those around him were. It seemed that the blue, sudsy monster that was Torva was gathering quite the crowd. It likely didn't help that the girls had started to kick up quite the fuss, squealing and shrieking as they ran, trying to find somewhere safe to hide before he got a hold of them and turned them blue as well. Something that was fully on his mind as he planned on catching up to them so he could give them both a big, blue hug that would transfer the dye onto the two of them as well.
Their racket got louder and louder and it was on the trios second or third lap around the tent that their parents appeared to see what was going on. Upon seeing the mess the pair couldn't help but to stare before both of them step into action, with their father stepping forward to catch hold of Torva while their mother did the same with the twins.
"You are so lucky!" Torva said, reaching out toward the twins but found himself unable to get his hands close enough to either of them to be able to do anything though, try as he might.
Giving a shake of her head their mother Serfie said, "Oh no, no they are not. Kinna, Ketra, the two of you are going to go and join your Aunt Assalyn and see about helping her repairing costumes for the foreseeable future. You're also going to replace all of the dye that you used on Torva with your own pocket money. You know the blue dye can be one of the more expensive ones." She gave a shake of her head before pointing toward the woman that was in charge of cleaning, repairing, and otherwise maintaining up keep of the various costumes that the troupe used in their shows. Not an easy task, hence sending the girls in that direction as punishment for what they'd done.
Their was a bit of protesting from the pair as they tried to explain that it was 'just a joke' and that they shouldn't be punished in such a manner for it. It was all falling on deaf ears though as the woman merely continued to point in the direction of the woman that they would be working for. After a moment the two of them turned on their heels, heading off in a huff toward their aunt, knowing that there was a lot of hard work ahead for them now. A bit of consolation for the one that they had turned their pranks on today.
Turning her attention then to Torva she gave a slight wince, "Oh dear... my poor, blue son... that is definitely not the look for you." Maybe the dye in his hair but most certainly not the dye that was all over his skin by now. Not to mention that he'd left a blue trail as he'd run around in his vain attempts to catch up with the culprits. She gave a shake of her head and said, "And after you were nice enough to go and fetch that cake for them a few days back... Willen, if you would be so kind as he to help him to rinse off and then take him to a bath house in town? I'm sure that there will be someone that can help him out with all of the blue that he's stained with there." They didn't have the facilities here in the troupe's tent but in town they would be able to find someone who could help their poor son.
Willen looked down at his huffing son before he gave a nod of his head, "I will deal with him if you want to see about mopping up the trail that he left all over the place?" With that he turned around, pushing him forward, "Go on, Torva. You get rinsed off and then I will see about bringing you somewhere that they can help you get rid of all of that blue."
Giving a grumbling sound under his breath Torva nodded, "Alright..." He muttered, walking back over to where he'd been trying to rinse off just recently. What a huge pain! He was supposed to be getting lunch, not going to get some specialty person at a bathhouse to wash away dye from his everything! He wanted to complain over not getting to hug the twins and dye them as well... but then again that would mean they got to go to the bathhouse as well and he didn't think that the two monsters should get to do something like that since it would appear as being fun.
Nudging the bottle that still held the dye in it away from himself, as though afraid it would somehow jump him and make even more of a mess, he then set to work rinsing off the bubbly, soapy dye from himself best that he could. A lot of it had been lost upon him running around the tent like a crazy person but there was still enough behind that he had to take some time to get it all rinsed out of his plentiful hair. Once that was done and the water he rinsed his hair with was no longer running blue he reached out for a towel, using it to scrub his hair with. With that done he did the same for his skin, grumbling again at the strange blue patterns he was covered in. If it wasn't semi permanent then he wouldn't care... but he didn't know how long it was going to take for the stuff to come off! Such a pain.
Scooping up a comb he set to working it through his wavy locks as he moved to join his father he was waiting for him along with a few others that had decided they wanted to go to the bathhouse as well. It would appear as though it was going to be a group thing with older brother, father, grandfather, and a few uncles. Ah well, the more the merrier... and so long as those at the bathhouse could help him get free of the blue and he could get lunch at some point then he was happy. Torva stuck his tongue out at the twins who were currently hard at work sorting costumes before he and the others ducked out of the tent, off to get himself cleaned up if all went well!
(( Word Count: 1626 ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2018 8:11 am
Growth Solo: Moving Day
(( It's almost moving day for the troupe! During the long day of work leading up to the move he helps out many of his family members with all manner of different chores, never balking at any of them. At the end, while enjoying a celebratory feast with the group, he's given new guns from his grandfather along with praise for his recent hard work. On top of that he's news that he's going to be allowed more responsibilities among the troupe and more time on stage. It's one step closer to becoming as great a performer as his grandfather, a man he's eager to emulate. ))
It was a busy time at the moment for everyone involved in the troupe, it was moving time. Having to pack up all their things so they could move on to the next area was always tough because people really got settled in and used to where they were staying. He had really liked the current town that they were in but it was hard just sticking around people the longer they were present the less novel an act like theirs became. If a circus was always present then it might risk becoming stale, not something that they wanted if they wanted to keep making money. They moved from town to town because their arrival was always met with a lot of fanfare and a lot of new and return audience members. Not to mention a lot of coin.
Packing was the worst part of the moves because it meant putting everything into trunks and the trunks then had to be put onto their wagons. Every last thing had to be accounted for and pack just so. Likely why his mother and the Aunties always took charge of that part while the men were relegated to the muscle, put in charge of putting all the heavy trunks into the various wagons. It was not only the contents of the trunks that were so carefully sorted but the trunks themselves as they were put in specific wagons as well.
Torva was currently pulling double duty, helping to carry things to the wagon but he was also carrying around one of his younger cousins on his back in a little pack made especially for such a task. The cute little thing was cooing and pulling on his hair, something he was able to ignore pretty easily as he went about his job. Not as though it was his first time babysitting after all since he was so agreeable whereas Tylarl was so good at vanishing when it came to watching the twins. Not that he had to do that of late since they were under the watchful eye of Aunt Assalyn. Were he not so busy at the moment he might have looked around for them but he was sure they were fine. Last he'd see they were doing minor repair jobs on some clothing before said clothing was pack up. His Aunt wanted to make sure that all the costumes were in tip top shape before they arrived in the next town it would seem.
His attention was dragged away from that thought and toward his father when he heard the man calling his name. He hurried over the quickest he could within bothering the one on his back and gave a smile, "Can I help, father?" The man nodded, handing a bag off to him, telling him that it was odds and ends that were just strewn about the tent that his mother would need to go through. The younglings had been put in charge of that job and were told to bring the bags to Willen once they were full of whatever could be found. Those bags now had to go to his mother.
Giving a nod he said, "I've got it. Good job you lot!" He gave the little ones a ruffle on the head before trotting off with the bags. In them were all manner of things. He saw some dishes, a couple forks and a spoon, some decorations for the tent, accessories for ones hair, some books, a single shoe, and all manner of other things that just got left around by a large group of people during a long stay. It made him chuckle a little before he arrived at where his mother was standing, handing off the bags to her, "This is what the little ones have found so far."
"Thank you, Torva." She said, taking the bags from him before she stepped around him, checking on the little one that was hanging off his back, before giving a smile, "She looks happy. Think you have room for one more? Your Aunt Cerin is going to run to town to pick up some supplies to make sure we have plenty to eat on the road."
Giving a nod of his head Torva soon found another baby handed over to him, this one hanging in a similar little pack on his chest. He gave a bit of a smile before he said, "Alright, I'm gonna get back to work then. Call me when the Aunties are back and ready to take them back." What was one more baby when he was already carrying one around after all? It wasn't long before the both of them were tugging on locks of his hair and he was back to carrying things around, though only things that could be carried at his sides as well as things that weren't too heavy since he was carrying the two babies around with him. He got a bit of teasing for it from some of the members of the troupe, being told that he'd make a good mother one day, but he didn't really mind.
"It's good exercise and gets me in good with the ones that cook for us." He said to one of those teasing him, knowing full well that helping out the women of the troupe tended to end with one getting an extra helping at dinner or extra dessert, neither of which he'd say no to.
Between loads he heard his grandfather calling to him, asking after the case that his guns were kept in. He told the man where they were at the moment, curious as to why the man was looking for them, but decided that he was likely wanting to see if he was keeping up with the maintenance. He'd of said that he was doing fine at it but was soon dragged away by a cousin his age to help with folding up some nets and his guns were soon forgotten as he continued his work. Almost the moment that the nets had been folded up and put into the wagon he found himself getting dragged off on a few more tasks. He had a cousin who needed help carrying her packs because she was busy herding around some pets, trying to get them on leashes to keep them from wandering off. Another person needed him to help coils ropes they tight rope walkers used, while another asked him to help sort a few things and decided which was trash and which wasn't. It seemed there was an endless list of things to be done during these times but wasn't complaining. They had a feast to look forward to once the packing was all done, it was tradition after all!
As he finished up with carrying the sorting when he heard his voice called again, something that almost had him laughing. It was as though everyone wanted him specifically today. Walking over to the voice he found a couple of the Aunties, those that the little ones he was carrying around belonged to. Soon enough he was freed of the weight of the little ones that had dozed off as he went about his work, something that made the job quite easy save for having to be super careful during all the other chores. The very moment that he was freed of the weight though he was dragged back into carrying heavier things.
What felt like an eternity later and everyone was finally gathered around the fully packed wagons, heaping plates behind handed out to everyone, and as he suspected he was handed extra from those that he'd helped out earlier. The food was plentiful, as was the entertainment and chatter as everyone discussed where they would be going next. He was eager to see which town was chosen since he found them all to be delightful in their own way.
As he ate he saw his grandfather approaching him with a case, though one that wasn't the one that he carried his guns in, making him wonder if perhaps if was the case that belonged to the old man himself. He gave a little wave as the man approached, swallowing his food so he could offer him a greeting, "Good evening, Grandfather. Busy day, huh? It's gonna be easy falling asleep tonight. The tent itself would be the last thing packed up on the morrow, once everyone was awake, and then they would be on their way.
The old man nodded sitting down across from him, pushing the case over to him, "A gift for you, Torva. I've been thinking that of late between the hard work you've put in your training, the way you help everyone that asks, and how eager you are to serve our troupe that you deserve a bit of a reward. This is a gift from all of us." He said, watching as Torva opened up the new set of more intricate, stylish guns of the same coloration that his old firearms had been colored.
"I... wow, I don't know what to say." Torva murmured as he inspected the guns, leaving them in the case for now since he was a bit too dirty to be touching them. They were so shiny he worried he'd leave prints all over them if he didn't wash up first, "I just... thanks!"
The man nodded, "We, your parents and I, were also thinking on giving you more responsibilities among the troupe as well as letting you be more prominent in the show so long as you keep up all the hard work. How does that sound? I believe that you're ready for it, especially if you can perfect that fire act that you've been working on."
Torva nodded rapidly, "Yes! Yes, that sounds great!" There had been a time he'd been thinking about leaving Belrea, to do some traveling with his Aunt but the threat of the bug mages had held him back. He was rather glad for that because now he found himself being rewarded for his patience and hard work. Travel could always come later, once the threat was completely dealt with, but for now he was more then happy to stay home and to continue his hard work with the troupe. He was eager to become as great as his grandfather one day and the new found responsibilities he was being given as well as more time in the show were a step toward that for certain! Grinning from ear to ear he continued to eat his dinner, already planning on his next training session, eager to get to work as soon as possible... or at least as soon as he'd recovered from all of today's work.
(( Word Count: 1776 ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2018 1:01 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 11:52 am
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