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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:00 am
As Grondax bid goodbye to the doctor he made his way back towards the Lost District. That was the cue for his associates to show themselves.
“What’ev we got today boss?” Hans asked as he came forward.
“The usual delivery to The Pinch.” Grondax replied as he handed the man the wrapped packages. “Just give these to George, tell him it’s my weekly payment. He’ll treat you to a meal in the private room for your trouble.”
“Much obliged boss, com’on boys we’ve got to get us a hearty lunch”
As Hans and the other men made their way back into the lost district, oblivious as to the true nature of the packages, Grondax decided to head east to the stables. Grondax thought to the young boy as he headed over a fence into the back expanse of warehouses. “I really have become a monster haven’t I” Grondax mumbled to himself a gang of ruffians passed him by. Grondax looked back at the ruffians. *At least I don’t enjoy it… yet* Grondax thought to himself as he observed the ruffians who had now cornered a young worker against the wall of one warehouse happy that the ruffians had paid him no heed.
Grondax had noticed that people often ignored him. His apathetic mannerisms must have made him this way. People didn’t care about people who didn’t care about themselves.
Grondax made his way towards the stables, hoping that he would be able to find something interesting, as it wasn’t uncommon to find abandoned items in the nooks of the stables.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:43 am
Her hand rushed to her arm to where the cut was. Easter was confused. All of this was just rushing past her and no explaination. "I require the card." Oh, yes, the funny little rectangle. Her hands forgot the wound and started to unbutton her pocket. The top of the card poked up from the small compartment and slid out easily. She gave it a once-over and was pleased with the results. It was still in good condition. With a step forward, Easter handed the card over to Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:55 pm
Nekura stopped and watched a lone man moving towards where he came from. He frowned slightly and made his way out into view, partially. He then called out to the man, Grondax, "...Do you know where I can find a place of entertainment?"
He looked a bit skittish as he hide. As if he was ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Nekura was skittish however, he didn't feel safe in this city, and new he would likely be a target if he didn't be careful.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 2:02 pm
Cordain "...Do you know where I can find a place of entertainment?" Grondax stopped walking and looked over to his right. There was a strange looking fellow who had come into view from behind a warehouse. "Well aren't you an odd one." Grondax called as he sized up the fellow, "I will help anyone with anything for a price. I am a merchant you see."As Grondax continued to look at the man he was curious as to just what his business was. When people stood out in Grondax's eyes that often meant that they were potential customers. "Let us take a walk, I'll take you to your... entertainment, and you can tell me a little about yourself. What type of entertainment are you looking for?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 2:39 pm
SailorM4ev Her hand rushed to her arm to where the cut was. Easter was confused. All of this was just rushing past her and no explaination. " I require the card." Oh, yes, the funny little rectangle. Her hands forgot the wound and started to unbutton her pocket. The top of the card poked up from the small compartment and slid out easily. She gave it a once-over and was pleased with the results. It was still in good condition. With a step forward, Easter handed the card over to Igor.
Igor "Very good. That's all I need from you." Igor motioned for her to step back, pulling the strange white device back to his side. He lifted the part that was supposed to be held to one's ear and began pressing buttons on the machine's face.
There was a moment's pause, and then he conversed into the mouthpiece of the device as he did when the girl first arrived. "I have the payment... Please send him over. The gate will be open soon. ...I know. You have to see her for yourself, you'll understand why it must be done. ...No more delays. It must be done now."
Without another word, Igor slammed the hearing piece of the machine back onto the other part. Taking a small mirror from underneath a sofa cushion, he slipped Easter's Tarot Card past the surface of the glass, as though there were some sort of hole through which it passed. However, the card disappeared altogether, a strange ripple running across the reflections in the mirror.
Suddenly, the lights of the Velvet Room dimmed. Although Nameless and Belladonna continued the performance, their figures faded into dim shadows and the music grew distant, as though it was no longer in the same room. The mirror glowed faintly, and the first whispers of sound fell from the black depths of the ceiling. Initially, the words floated past those in the Velvet Room, then grew into a swarm of sound, many voices speaking at once.
Darkness as a backdrop, wisps congregated towards the ceiling, all of them speaking, though their voices were indistinguishable. However, one spirit darted forward, blazing towards the open chest that Igor held on his lap. It fused with the wooden figure in the box, and a voice deep, rumbling like a stampede of horses riding into battle, spoke to Easter Grey:
"You and I, we are the same. There is no fear in destiny if we take up our weapons together. Bishamonten, the god of war, will fight for your honor."
Before the light grew to a blinding intensity, Igor snapped the lid to the box shut. This action also silenced the voices, and the sound of Nameless and Belladonna's music resumed. Taking a few puffs from his pipe, Igor carefully lifted the lid of the chest.
No longer was the wooden figurine or bright light present; but in its place, an infant with brilliant gold eyes. No sound emitted from his mouth, and he stared silently at Igor as though he knew much more than a child of his age.
[ x ] Personality :: The spirit of Bishamonten tends to be quiet, possessing an un-childlike quality of self-discipline and control. However, his anger may be sparked by what he perceives to be threats to his master, and he may react violently in such situations.
[ x ] Notable Features :: Egan possesses a set of young horns on his head, though they are dull and mostly harmless.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:10 pm
Young Easter stared with wonder at the performance that apparently was all for her. At the end of it all there he was. The 'other' her Igor had mentioned. Easter wasn't sure that this baby had anything in common with her. True his piercing yellow eyes were similar in color, she supposed. And for some reason intensly captivating. What have they witnessed? Stories unimaginable... "What happens now?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:18 pm
He stepped out into view fully. He had his jacket closed at this point and it was already worn and well used from the years and the travel. He could just about fit in with the Wynander society, if it wasn't for the flower in his hair.
"...A bar...tavern or someplace where people gather to socialize. In exchange I will tell you about myself...What I feel safe divulging." he stated to Grondax.
His hands were within the pockets of his jacket, so he could be holding onto a weapon, or have nothing at all. It was a deceptive tactic, but the only one he could think of at this time. It was obvious to Nekura that this place was not safe to be in. Gates of Hell, his approximation of Wynander had been proven true thus far.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:30 pm
Chiaku While she spoke, she also examined the area, looking for windows, fireplaces, doors. If they would have to make an escape, she wanted to be a little familiar with the building. This gentleman seemed trustworthy, but she knew how much Elliot's head was worth these days, and she had to be more cautious. Cradling Elliot in his arms Feyd fought back a grin. The girl was a pretty brave one to admit she was once aristocracy. He’d do nothing about it himself but he knew many who would—though not in the theater of course, none of the actors or hands liked Sehket, he was bad for business. “I acted before the awakening, not much though, too young for the main parts. My master, Thom Raither was a staple back then. I’m his apprentice of sorts, he gave me the name Feyd Raither when he took me on.”Feyd slowed his steps to match the girl’s pace, leading them down a set of stairs and into a large room. It was slightly dusty, but other wise comfortable enough. Costumes and props stood in long rows, heavy drapes in the window, blocking out the sun, “To keep the colors from fading,” he explained. Walking over to a pile sheets he lay Elliot down, glancing at Adlei with a worried expression “Is he usually this cold?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:33 pm
Cordain
"...A bar...tavern or someplace where people gather to socialize. In exchange I will tell you about myself...What I feel safe divulging." he stated to Grondax.
His hands were within the pockets of his jacket, so he could be holding onto a weapon, or have nothing at all. Grondax replied to the man, "It's a tavern of sorts." As Grondax started to walk south towards the Lost District he looked back. The man was being obviously defensive. Grondax shruged and tried to appear friendly enough to suit this strange man, "and you need not worry. As long as you behave yourself you shouldn't find any trouble in my company. Even someone wearing such interresting garb as that." Grondax added pointing to the mans clothing with a grin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:38 pm
"This is actually pretty much garbage...it keeps me warm and that's all I need it for." Nekura responded to Grondax. He moved along to follow the man. He watched the area as they moved. Every sense of his was on heightened alert since he came in here.
He was a fish out of water and he knew it. Now he only needed to find a way to fit in, and finding some sociable place where he could study the culture more easily would work. Learning the do's and don't's of Wynander would be important.
After all, no one has heard anything from the city in quite awhile, "...It's a coat, a shirt, pants and boots that have been well worn...I do not see how they are interesting compared to your garbs which look to be similar...colorations aside..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:48 pm
Mercy had finished off with dropping that rancid orphan off to that rich couple they had wanted him trained like a dog. He had become something like a guard animal. He'd been able to go as far as to kill for the family and that is what they had wanted. She given them specific instructions and would have been in to visit this first time as a matter of proving her dedication to her pets. Though others would have considered her cruel she reassured everyone of them had they not taken these creatures they would have been killed for some reason or another, none of which she hadn't named.
Her taps echoed as she had stepped down the streets, she hadn't bothered with buying so food. She spent it on a new set of clothing. She checked the glass of a window that hab been broken for one reason or another. She shrugged as she slipped the whip into its' holding spot. She hadn't bothered to look where she had been going as she would sooner or later find another orphan that needed her instruction and discipline.
Who knew what she did would do anything to avoid her, even the orphans knew the sound of her footsteps, though they had no choice when the time came for them to have been taught by her. Her abilities is what kept her fed and in terrible company of the rich and pathetic. She would have rather choked on a bone infront of a dog then jump through hoops for the rich! Not that she ever had to, they knew from the beginning that she would not have hesistated to beat them as well as those creatures they so wanted in their homes.
She'd not move from the glass as it was a habit that she had picked up, to stare at some depth that others were unable to see that was revealed in the eyes of that thing in the glass that seemed to plead somehow without words.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:54 pm
"I see, I am sorry if I offended. I'm just used to dealing with the darker members of society I suppose." Grondax offered as they entered the Lost District. If he was on alert before Grondax wondered what this nest of evil would do to him.
As they continued toward the secluded tavern they many people took notice. A man such as was following Grondax screamed easy pickings to the inhabitants of the Lost District. He would be safe, however, in the company of Grondax. People that knew Grondax knew that the man was already taken, and most of the shadier inhabitants of the Lost District knew him.
They approached a dim alleyway with a single door at the end. "This would be The Pinch" motioned Grondax. "If you will follow me we can get you something to drink and you can tell me a little about yourself."
As Grondax approached he nodded to the bouncer who opened the door. "And you shouldn't look so much like the new guy in a prison. You might just drop the soap."
Grondax led the man to a small table in the back.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 4:01 pm
"Trying to get a feel for the place first..." He muttered in a low tone, "And being a merchant, you wouldn't happen to know any that could acquire belladonna or wolfsbane would you?" He was finally starting to relax.
However his hands never strayed far from his pocket. His green eyes watched everyone and everything in the Pinch. He was taking in the atmosphere as well as everyone there. Almost as if he was breaking down thier exsistances to the base psychological and physiological archetypes.
"Also, what kinds of...profit is there in Wynander for one who is skilled the medical arts and the arts of alchemy?" He asked Grondax discreetly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 4:26 pm
SailorM4ev Young Easter stared with wonder at the performance that apparently was all for her. At the end of it all there he was. The 'other' her Igor had mentioned. Easter wasn't sure that this baby had anything in common with her. True his piercing yellow eyes were similar in color, she supposed. And for some reason intensly captivating. What have they witnessed? Stories unimaginable... " What happens now?" Igor Igor breathed in the flavor of his pipe and sent small clouds of smoke into the air. "Well, that is up to you, my dear. This child belongs to you now. It is up to you to protect him until he can care for himself."
Leaning forward, Igor spoke very sternly to Easter: "This boy could be a tool or a friend, that does not matter. However, he is your responsibility. You should know that he will become a force this world has never seen before as he grows. You will be the one to determine whether he serves your cause or becomes another source of tragedy in your city.
"Now, it is time for you to go. Take the child. We will be here for you when you require our presence." Igor turned his attention from the girl and began pressing numbers on his strange machine again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:22 pm
As they set down they were given drinks, and Grondax could finally relax and evaluate this potential customer. After listening to his questions Grondax understood the gem that he had found. It would have to be carefully cut into something valuable.
“I can find both and more. We will get to your craft in a minute, but first thing is first,” Grondax answered, “What should I call you. You can give me a fake name for all I care, but I need one for business sake. You may call me Grondax, Grondax Ix’Thania.”
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