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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:41 pm
Faolan laughed. "Begin with getting drunk, my friend." He held out a hand and some one--probably not one of the clowns--put a random bottle of alcohol in it. Grinning at Trystan, he took a long drink, then held the bottle out to the other half-demon. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the tent, giving a rather ominous feeling to the atmosphere. "Time to join the party, Tryst."
"Oh, some are probably just predictions," Zia said, thinking it over. "Sometimes Faolan's readings are really accurate, even if he's not sure what he's seeing in the cards. He taught me to use the cards, but I don't think the deck works for me the way it does for him."
The Essentic pondered the other's question a bit before answering. "It's hard to explain exactly. I see things surrounding the objects, events and the like. Sometimes it zeroes in on people specifically." Zia looked up at Crux. "I can read people to a point. I'm not as skilled in it yet. I know some things about them, like always knowing when Faolan is suffering from his heart condition or how much he loves the young girl he's been seeing. Other things are still lost to me, though."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:04 pm
Too into the dangerous mood of the environment to care whether he was called friend or not, Trystan looked around, his eyes showing off the blackened sclera in the dim light. Looking down at the offered bottle with a sort of scoff, Trystan glanced at the young adult with a "are you serious?" kind of face, before taking it off of the others hands and swinging back his head to take a long swig, throat exposed as the liquor entered his system. Looking back at Faolan, forgetting his voice for a second as they were yanked down amongst the mass of clowns and... well, not clowns, Trystan shifted into a comfortable position - well, as comfortable as he could get amidst a crowd of reeking joyful creatures - and then turned to Faolan with a sharp grin. "Should I be scared of that invitation?" He taunted a bit, as a foreign arm was slung around his shoulders. "Or should I be glad that your friends are this friendly?"
Crux fell silent during the others explanation, his deadly still making him seem almost like a doll. Thrumming a bit, he tilted his head to the side. "I see." He said softly once again, and glanced down at the card again. Tapping it, he looked back at Ziazan. "And what might this one mean?" Cocking his head to the side at the explanations, Crux nodded softly along with it. "It seems like a unique trait. Certainly one worth having." Crux fell silent for another moment, pondering it over. "Though it also sounds like it could be dangerous." He noted with a glimmer of his red scanner. Tilting his head, the Proto glanced Zia over. "This woman that he is involved with. Is she another owner?" The question was simply to pursue conversation - information was information for now - Crux didn't see any importance behind the words, just another thing to talk about.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:12 pm
Faolan grinned madly, being pressed against Trystan when jostled a bit by the crowd of partygoers. "We're always this friendly. Farstep is a non-stop party. Patrons should be happy we let them in the gate sometimes." He got a beer from a nearby cooler and was about to open it.
"Fao!" bellowed a voice from the other side of the large tent. An older man--that probably could've wrestled bears if the mood struck him--made his way over. "Boy, you better not be about to open that."
Faolan looked at the man and arched his brow, then lifted the can and popped it open. There was a look of challenge there.
The man frowned. "Don't test me, hellspawn. You'd better not be thinkin' on drinking that."
Without a word, Faolan took a long drink, then looked at the man with a slightly bemused look.
"You better not enjoy that," the man said, narrowing his eyes.
"Aaaahhh," Fao sighed out, followed by a happy burp. The man promptly slapped the can from the half-demon's hand. Fao arched his brow again. "Honestly, Da . . . you're slappin' good ale from my hand now. One beer ain't gonna kill me."
Keagan raised an eyebrow this time. "I'm gonna put that as your epitaph." He looked at Trystan. "I don't even want to know." And then he walked away.
Faolan shrugged and looked at Trystan, accepting another ale from a passing clown. "That was my Da. I think he likes you."
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:10 am
Trystans eyes flickered lazily up at the blur of crowded people around him and Faolan, clowns and men and women dressed in strange little outfits that made him feel almost out of place. He could see all varieties of people slapped together, heated kisses flaring up in drunken waves as the crowd around them thrived and laughed and didn't give much of a damn whether two people were on their way to ******** or not. Trystan sort of liked it. The carefree attitudes the entire place seemed to give off without much of anything but joyous intent. Joyous... but dangerous. Chortling at the mention of being friendly, Trystan brushed another draped arm from his shoulder and leaned towards Faolan, trying to divert the attention to the other and not to him. But then again, a new comer - a stranger really - must have been something of an excitement for these people, or else they really were just horny bastards. Snorting a bit at the rest of Faolans words, he was granted with another bottle of booze, raising it to whoever had just disappeared back into the throng of clowns.
"Damn, maybe I should come li' at the cirque." He said, slurring a bit as he took another sip. "Its much friendlier then where 'm from." No, Trystan was hardly drunk. It took more then just a few sips to knock him out. But slurring his words always came naturally with just a bit of alcohol.
Looking up as a man stepped into the tent, Trystan smiled lazily. Who was this? A man who looked like he could easily rip someone in two, and didn't give a damn whether he did it or not. Staying silent - well, more so just too caught up in drinking - while the two had a bit of a verbal argument, Trystan cocked an eyebrow. Slinging an arm loosely around Faolans shoulder after the man said something about enjoying or another, Trystan cocked his head to the side, snickering a bit. "Oh dont worry sirrr~" He purred out. "I'll make sure he doesn' enjoy it a' all." Teasing as hell, Trystan grinned a bit, though when the man turned his eyes on him, Trystan just raised two fingers and waved. At the mention of not even wanting to know, Trystan pulled his expression into a taunting pout before turning and looking at Faolan.
"Likes me?" Trystan snorted and took another swig, heartily getting into the loose feel of the entire inside of the tent, as well as its patrons. "He has a ********' odd way of showin' it." Trystan smiled loosely, waving his bottle around before taking another sip. It wasn't vodka, but it would do. It wasn't the bar, or his penthouse apartment, but hell, Faolan was fun enough to hang around with.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:50 am
"Ay, ay, Da's always like tha'," Faolan laughed, his accent showing through a bit more with the alcohol loosening him up. He leaned into Trystan's side slightly, taking a sip of his own ale.
Across the tent some of the revelers were moving aside as musicians came in, whooping in greeting and cheering them on. Faolan looked at Trystan, grinning. "Don't suppose you know how to dance, eh?" He grabbed the other halfbreeds hand and led him towards where the musicians were setting up.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 1:04 am
"Always?" Trystan finished off the booze from his third bottle, finally feeling a bit of drunken hazards start to take over the back of his mind. Snickering a bit, Trystan leaned even more on Faolan to avoid a dangerously close woman with a chest the size of... well, that was beyond him to say. "Your da' needs to ligh'en up a bit then, I shoul' say..." A purr thrummed at the edge of his throat, and Trystan grinned hazardously at the other, black eyes flashing with molten entertainment.
Looking up as loud racket was made, Trystan eyed the musicians for a moment with a bit of amusement, before being glanced at by Faolan and tilting his head in the others direction in curiosity. "I know how to dance... properly a'least," He slurred for a moment, yelping as he was pulled to his feet and along to where the musicians were setting up. "Ballroom, tango, salsa, foxtrot, and oh, let us not forget the Waltz, shall we?" Trystan looked dryly at the other man, noting with a bit of random intention that they were almost the same height, with Trystan just a bit taller then Faolan. "Pole dancing, lap dancing - actually, I've never tried the second nor am I inclined to, and I believe I was drunk during the first..." Slurring off, Trystan looked again at Faolan. "So in short, no I probably dont know how to dance in a fashion in which you dance here at Far - far - whazzit called again? - Farstep." Trystan tilted his head and grinned lazily as though he were a caught.
"So, Faolan, would you be so kind as to teach me your dancing secrets?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 1:38 am
Faolan grinned in a way that was hard to tell if he was actually drunk or not. "Absolutely, laddie." He waved to the band and they started up a fast traditional reel, drums pounding out a steady beat. The other people made room for the two men, clapping with rhythm. Faolan gave one of his oh-so-charming smiles and began dancing--not the usual flash that they performed on the stage for patrons, but the traditional steps he'd been raised on in the carnival.
A few quick steps and Faolan was standing before Trystan. "Dance wi' me, laddie." He didn't give the other a chance to say no before he pulled him into the middle of the cleared space. "Follow my lead, eh?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 2:17 am
Feeling the alcohol start to trip him up, Trystan simply followed along with Faolans actions, protesting gone. Once he had liquor in his system, the hitman was far less dangerous then anything. He was actually more of teddy bear with claws. Sure, he still had the same biting nature, but approaching him, and doing whatever you damn well pleased was a hell of a lot easier. Snorting at the others comments, he just watched as people made room, not sure whether the center of attention was a good thing or not.
Watching Faolan carefully as he got in front of him, Trystan cocked a brow and grinned loosely. "You make a tempting offer, monsieur." He said, dipping his head into an eloquent bow for a moment. Being pulled away again, Trystans ice blue eyes landed on Faolan for a moment as he came to a stop, watching the other half breed with amusement. "Of course, of course... Lead the way - and try to impress me." He said in a teasing slur as the other told him to follow his lead and grinned loosely. Tonight was a night to remember - if only they could get past their horrible hangovers once the morning came. But for now, it was easy enough to simply let loose, and be stupid.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 3:07 am
Faolan grinned, dancing with Trystan, showing him the steps to follow the drums fast tempo. "La, I don't have to try. I know you're impressed with my mad skills."
Meanwhile, back at stately Wayne Manor Faolan's vardo, Ziazan held up the Death card again. "It's a card of sudden change. Most people just take the cards at face value, but most really don't have much to do with the pictures." Zia shrugged at the other comments. "I don't see how it's dangerous if it lets me help Faolan. As for the girl . . . no, she doesn't have an Essentic of her own, but she seems to know a great deal about us. I like her well enough. She has a specialness about her, even if she wasn't so connected to Faolan. Their love does help, though."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 4:11 pm
Picking up on the steps with ease, Trystan followed along, the fast tempo exhilarating even though he was most likely a bit too caught up to notice. "Oh, totally." He said with a bit of dry sarcasm, keeping up with the other easily. He'd tried just about every type of dance there was. This would be no problem. He hoped. "Though I'll try and pretend I'm amazed, just for you."
Crux thrummed a low note of amusement at the Death Card, and Zia's explanation at the thing itself. "I see, I see." He purred, nodding along. "It sounds like a curious thing, fortune telling..." He examined the card once again. "With these cards as well." Tilting his head at Zia's mention of the girl, Crux nodded a bit. "Interesting," He said in a slight drawl that he'd picked up from Trystan himself. "She is not a threat, correct? Even though she knows much about us?" Crux was uncertain of anyone outside of the list of owners knowing. After all, he had been told by Trystan the importance of not being seen. That they weren't exactly a welcome species in the world just yet. "I do not quite understand the connection and the love you speak of, but it sounds quite important."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 8:30 pm
Faolan just laughed, completely amused by the other man. A friendly and accidental shove from behind caught the young man off guard, causing him to lose his footing and tumble into Trystan, both of them going down. Faolan lay there a moment, partly trying to sort out if he or Tryst were hurt and partly hoping the man wouldn't decide to go ahead and shoot him for the fact they'd kissed inadvertently during the fall.
Zia nodded about the cards, patting the deck. "Faolan prizes this over all his other belongings. They're special to him, besides being his livelihood. There is a book around here somewhere he showed me with all their meanings if you want to borrow it." It looked the other over on his continued asking of Ellandra. "She's no threat. She's a very sweet girl and Faolan is very fond of her. It's hard to explain this thing between them. Love is a mutual attraction and affection between two people, but it's more than just that for them. I'd say they're joined at the soul. You know what a soul is, Crux?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:26 pm
Instead of instantly willing himself to shoot Faolan when their lips collided, Trystan just grunted a bit, putting out his arms to soften the fall. Now that they were in a tangle of limbs on the floor, Trystan tilted back his head and let a snicker fall off of his lips. Oh the alcohol was surely taking effect now - either those damned clowns had spiked it with drugs, or he got tipsy far too easy nowadays. Leaning forward, Trystan took Faolans bottom lip between his teeth, as the kiss was yanked to an end, biting playfully before leaning away. "Dont get cocky, the nights only just begun." He teased ruthlessly, before accepting a hand to help him up. Grabbing Faolan along, he rendered himself on his two feet again, though a bit dizzy now that the fall had knocked all of his senses haywire.
Crux thrummed a bit towards the answers, nodding towards each one with faint interest. "A book?" Crux repeated, tilting his head a bit. He primarily relied on the thing called the internet to do his research, but resorting to an old fashioned book sounded good enough. "If it would not cause any harm, I would be more then pleased to borrow it." Information was information, and had he a mouth, Crux would've smiled at the thought of Ziazans invitation. Inclining his head as the other mentioned love and the girl, Crux nodded, red scanner shimmering just a bit. "It sounds a bit... complicated." He replied to the topic of love, and tilted his head up at the mention of souls. "They are... energy. The emotional or intellectual part of a human being that is supposedly immaterial." He thrummed a bit. "Or perhaps your definition is different, Zia?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:32 pm
"Sorry," Faolan said, letting Trystan help him up. "That was totally not my intention." He held out his hands in a gesture of apologetic surrender . . . and someone slapped beers in each one. Foalan blinked, then shrugged, handing one to Trystan. Such was life at Farstep.
"I think souls are what make people live. We are not human, and yet we live and think and feel. We must have souls, too. Don't you think?" Zia asked conversationally, flittering over to a dresser and looking through an open drawer. "Here is the book. It's too big for me to pick up, though."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:34 pm
Trystan blinked slowly as another beer bottle appeared as if by some sort of magic in his hand. Admiring it for about two seconds, he shrugged and pushed off the bottle cap, before clinking it with Faolans own. "No problem." He said smoothly with a dangerous grin. "Such is the life, eh? No time for regrets." Swishing the bottle from side to side for a moment, the half demon grinned. "Bottoms up," He taunted cheerfully, before taking a long swig, much to the loud cries of cheering from the background.
Crux nodded slowly towards Ziazans explanation. "Strange.... you think... differently." He acknowledged, but thrummed a purr of content towards the other. "However, you do make sense. Living, thinking, feeling.... perhaps souls are the closest thing to an explanation we are granted." Crux tilted his head to the side, watching the other for a moment. "Perhaps that is why we are able to connect with certain humans as well. You to Faolan... and I to Trystan. A curious thing." Following Zia in a few long strides, Crux peered into the drawer, and then lifted it slowly out of its hiding place, flipping through the pages slowly, red scanner glimmering in the half light. Such interesting information these humans came up with.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:55 pm
"Aye!" was Faolan's only response as he tilted his own bottle up, half-draining it in one long gulp. He looked about, then leaned close to Trystan so the man could hear him. "If you're about done with this, we can go check on the kids."
Ziazan nodded, mulling over what Crux said. "Our connection with our owners is not unlike how Fao and Ellandra are connected, I think. They're drawn to each other, like the way I was drawn to Faolan when he came to the shop. Even as a spark, I sensed him and wanted to be near him. They didn't even get a chance to go over the rules before he touched me and bonded with me." The tiny Essentic smiled at the memory. "We are meant to be with who we are with, I guess. Trystan needed you and you found him. Faolan needed me and I called to him. Faolan says he and Ellandra are soulmates, meant to be together from the moment they were born. I think we Essentics are much like that for our owners."
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