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 Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 6:28 pm
  Setting: Outside the Ichi-Koi Bar and through Main Street. It is in the late hours of the night. This is a Private roleplay between Faylun and Beejoux.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 6:10 pm
What gorgeous lights. The colors, the voices and above all, the tastes were spinning around Ishtar. It was both terrifying and
exhilarating at the same time. A dark-haired Lunarian man came up to her and whispered a few unintelligible words in her ear. Giggling, Ishtar shook her head. She wasn't quite ready for physical contact yet. The Lunarian frowned, rejected, and pressed a bit closer to her.
"I said no. I'm just the performer here."
An inebriated Ishtar reached for her dancing torches---only to realize she simply didn't have them anymore. A moment of clarity, through the sweet haze of drunkeness, reminded Ishtar of just how low she was; she had fallen from the headline act in a reputable circus to a mere rented performer, trashy eye candy, for commoner parties. She didn't play with fire anymore---dancing with Shar, her lengthy, flowing magenta sash, was the only show she could put on now. Tonight's show was a failure, as were the others. After a few nervous steps, Ishtar had demanded more drinks to relax herself. In just a few seconds she had turned from a paid dancer...to just another party girl. Still, she couldn't deny that living in this moment was extremely fun. Tomorrow morning she would wake up with a raging headache and possibly no money---considering how unsatisfied the host of this party
looked---but now, the whole world was a blur.
If only it could stay that way.
Ishtar winced as the boorish Lunarian grabbed her arm, and then narrowed her eyes.
"Don't...touch me." Typically, Ishtar was alright with physical contact, but the hard look in the male's eyes was enough to infuriate her. Swinging a punch toward his face, she felt a deep satisfaction at the ooomph that came from the Lunarian.
"What are you doing to my son?" A voice shrieked, high and raspy. A silver-haired, wrinkled old Lunarian lady with eyes the color of cherry blossoms came up between Ishtar and the man. Though coming up barely to Ishtar's chest, the woman managed to instill a sense of foreboding in Ishtar.
Oh, s**t. The hostess. The one who would refuse to pay Ishtar at the end of the night, judging from her cold, angry expression.
"Get out. Now. Forget all your money, you temptress. Never let me see a tramp like you around here again. You turned this modest little celebration into--into---"
Whoa. The words coming out from the elder Lunarian were definitely not happy. Still, Ishtar didn't care. She was in one piece, and the world didn't really matter. Smiling inebriatedly, she motioned to the hostess.
"I'll see myself out." she giggled, and toppled over.
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A few minutes after, Ishtar found herself kicked outside, the door slamming behind her. The sounds of boisterous celebration continued on inside.
Struggling a little bit to stand up, she ran a hand through her hair.
"Where on earth am I?" she asked, to nobody in particular.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:13 pm
It was late, later then Shin had thought. She'd made her way to the Artisan's path that evening to pick up a piece of jewelry that had needed repairing, though why she'd bothered with it at all was still beyond her. The hand made cherry blossom charm, although somewhat incomplete without the leaf it had originally been made with, was now on a pristine new chain, and the charm itself had been buffed to perfection. Not that she intended to wear it.. No, Certainly not. She only kept it because.. Well it had been made for her, and even if the feelings behind it were now sore, bitter things, it was still a lovely little trinket, and despite her best rational reasoning, it still held a certain sentimental value.
It was currently in a felt pouch, and it would remain there until such time as she could properly dispose of it without feeling -anything-.
It had taken quite a bit longer to have the blasted thing restored as she suspected, and it was now well past dusk. She needed to get home. As of late, the dark seemed very unsettling to her, and the growing shadows urged her onward.
Until a voice down a side street pulled her attention. It was a another young lady, and unless she was very much mistaken(which didn't happen often), it was one of her fellow students from the academy. She seemed confused, and disoriented. Perhaps intoxicated? She'd had her experiences with those sorts before.
"You're on a side street near the Artisan's path." Her voice was rich and carried, polite, though perhaps a little impatient. "Are you alright?"
((Omg I am Soooooooo sorry. Work kicked up my hours, and I got hired at Soquili as a colorist, then I got sick. x.x))
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 3:30 pm
Who was that? Ishtar turned around, but there was nobody there. Spinning around and around, she looked for the source of the voice. Wheee...
Suddenly, she crashed into a person. "Oops, I'm sorry. Ishtar apologized lightly, laughing. She had found the source of the voice. A lady looked disapprovingly at her, a small frown placed onto her lovely face. She had pale hair that framed her misty green eyes, and wore some exquisite jewelry, Ishtar noticed. It was obvious that this Lunarian was quite well off... The devious side of Ishtar noticed. Nonetheless, Ishtar was still a little bit inebriated.
"I am...alright. Are you? You seem alright." Laughing, Ishtar drew her face closer to the lady, peering into her eyes. "And thank you for telling me where I am, too! You are quite helpful." She was chattering, perhaps a bit too much. Suddenly, Ishtar backed away a little bit and closed her mouth. Something dangerous flashed in the other lady's green eyes, and Ishtar suddenly felt a bit of uncertainty. It was quite dark. What was this Lunarian doing, walking alone in the night?
Twirling around one more time, Ishtar felt the effects of the wine she had drunk so much of earlier wear off. It was always brief, that feeling. Now the realization settled in. It was getting late, and dangerous things were lurking. Ishtar had no idea where to go, except away. Maybe she would follow this lady, and see where she went. It wasn't like Ishtar had a place to stay, after all.
"So, where are you headed? Ishtar asked, keeping her voice light and neutral. Dusting off her dancer's costume a bit, she tried to pick up a few shreds of her dignity. The disdainful look in the other Lunarian's eyes remained, however, and Ishtar looked away. Lowering her dark eyes, a chagrined Ishtar asked, "And what may I call you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:24 pm
Spring green eyes remained glued on the other youth as she spun about, all the while growing ever closer until, eyes widening, Shin realized she was about to be collided with. She couldn't so much as flinch before Ishtar's weight knocked into her, lightly at least. It had the dark noble withdrawing from the accidental bump, elegant hands smoothing habitually over along her torso and thighs to smooth away any imperfections or wrinkles that might have come from the tiny mishap.
There had been none, but there were some habits the mind insisted on carrying on.
"That's quite alright." Not really, but Shin was nothing if not polite and well spoken. She regarded the other young lady with a curious, albeit wary expression, the tips of dark fingers sliding along the back of her opposite hand for lack of anything better to do with them. "And I'm just fine, thank you." This girl was odd, or quite drunk. She wasn't entirely sure which, but she hadn't a clue how to deal with her. The compliments for odd, the mannerisms were random, she didn't seem to follow any social habits Shin had come to recognize, and it threw her a bit.
"I'm just on my home from the jewelers, time seems to have gotten away from me. I'm Xia Shin-mu." Dark lips pursed, she'd over shared. She also wasn't sure if she should ask the question that was now resting on her tongue. Again, politeness won through, and hesitantly she spoke again. ""Will you be alright walking home?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:10 pm
Oh well. The jeweler's. This young lady clearly had some money, as Ishtar had first suspected. Ishtar never really bothered with trinkets, as she couldn't afford most of the jewels in the stores--- The golden collar around her neck and her ankle cuffs had been a gift from Jae, in celebration of her first debut in the circus ring as a fire dancer. They were the only pieces she treasured, and more or less the only jewelry pieces she owned. They were flashy, to be sure, but Ishtar liked showing off the best parts of herself; the gold accented her long neck and slender ankles. She could never imagine wearing anything else, especially the breakable jeweled chains that seemed fashionable amongst the Lunarian elite these days. If Ishtar ever stole jewelry, she sold it. There were more practical things to be bought, such as food (and drink, she thought with a smirk) than flimsy little pendants and rings.
Looking at the glinting, thin choker around Shin-mu's neck, Ishtar thought with a brief flash of outrage that the gem on the choker itself could have provided food for her for an entire season.
Yes, this girl was well-off indeed. Ishtar was curious about just how rich Shin-mu truly was. Perhaps if she followed her...
"Home?" Ishtar laughed lightly, her heart dropping at the term. "Let us just say that I have plenty of time before going...home. "
"In fact, it's getting to be quite dangerous at night. I think it's better if we accompanied each other, don't you think? I don't want to be alone in this area of the city, I should think that you don't either. Let's walk together!" This exclamation was followed by an outstretched hand, as Ishtar reached out to Shin-mu. However, Shin-mu didn't seem like the type to simply hold hands with a stranger.
In fact, oddly enough, Shin-mu didn't seem like the type who liked to be touched at all. Ishtar quickly drew back her hand in a fluid motion, and ran it through her long waves of hair.
Crisis averted. Ishtar didn't know how dangerous this Shin-mu could be, but she didn't want to break any social taboos. She might just quietly walk beside her, and wait for an opportunity.
"Oh, and Shin-mu? You can call me Ishtar."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:00 pm
The gem Ishtar had eyed could indeed be solid for a small fortune, but the dark noble never saw the monetary value in the antique pearl. It was an heirloom, and an old one, passed down from grandmother to grand daughter for generations through the Xia family. Some blessing of the goddess, or some quirk of fate, always saw the touch of magic in every other generation, and the neckless was treasured keepsake owned by each and every priest or conduit that had ever been born into the long line of noble Xias.
As for fortune for fortunes sake, Shin was indeed quite well off. Her's was one of the longest lines of nobility on the island.
The dark lunarian's head tilted just a bit at Ishtar's light laugh, and the words that followed, snowy brows dipping, but she didn't ask. It didn't seem the sort of thing that deserved casual questions, so she kept her curiosity to herself. There was a time when she would have simply asked, unaware of the social faux pas, but that time had passed, and Shin-mu was no longer that naive.
She let it go, and instead let the other girl steer their conversation along to the proposal of walking together for the sake of safety. Pride suggested the dark noble needed no added protection then her own growing skills, but pride had seen her badly hurt before, so she was reluctant to pay it as much mind as she might have before. "I would be alright with that," she offered softly, the shadow of a smile touching at the corners of her lips as she looked up at Ishtar.
"I live up in the mountains past the city," she gestured in that direction with a hand hidden by the long length of a sheer sleeve. "I don't know which way you're headed, but I hope it's not in the opposite direction." That would have made the entire plan of accompanying each other quite useless.
Another soft smile bloomed as Ishtar introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you." So far, at least. Only time would tell if the pair remained on civil footing, or turned on each other as bitter enemies. With Shin's record for companions, it could very easily go either way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:44 pm
"It's delightful to meet you too, my dear." Ishtar replied.
The mountains? That was a bit far away. Nonetheless, Ishtar smiled. "What a coincidence!" She laughed. "I happen to be going that way as well," she lied. "and that means you're stuck with me as accompanying you." A tiny sprout of suspicion rose within Ishtar. She had heard about the estates up in the mountains, massive and elegant---for the nobles. It probably was a bit stupid, walking into the enemy's territory in the middle of the night. However, if Ishtar kept her alliance hidden, she could very well make off with some of this girl's loot.
Ishtar saw the way Shin smiled at her introduction. It was a quiet smile, but revealed nothing except detached friendliness. Ish didn't know if this girl was an idiot, or simply reserved---she could be both, for all she knew. There was a distinct way she held herself; there was a careful, almost too careful accent to Shin's actions. Everything about her proved she was rather deliberate in everything she did---unlike Ishtar, who was very much an impulsive whirlwind. That wasn't to say Ish couldn't plan, however. Her most successful escapades had been planned on the spot. The most elaborate dances of hers had never been rehearsed more than twice... Ish began to think of what lay ahead in Shin and her's journey.
Ish would make conversation, of course, to confirm her suspicions about Shin's alliance. As soon as they approached the edge of the city, Ishtar would make a grab for the jewelry. Subtly, of course. Then, she would make a quick and silent getaway as soon as possible. There was no need to prowl right into the Noble estates...doing so would guarantee capture and possibly death, if Ishtar revealed her alliance. The only major acting Ishtar would have to do would be to remain as naive and slightly-intoxicated as possible. If Ishtar's suspicions were correct, this lady was a Noble---and a rich one at that. She considered this a valuable mission---she would get some treasure, and would teach rich girls like this Shin a lesson.
Subtle. Stay subtle. Ishtar told herself. Smirking slightly, Ishtar began to walk, expecting Shin to follow her lead. The gold around her wrists and ankles flashed in the dim light of the street lamps, and her bare feet padded silently on the ground. She was a panther at heart, of course, and it seemed as if she had found a new prey.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:31 pm
There was indeed a reserved air around the dark skinned noble. Everything was practiced, refined, almost rehearsed. Not just for the sake of manners, but for sheer normalcy. Shin-Mu was an awkward child, and that oddness cared well into her teen years. It was only though the academy and the careful tutoring of her spectral guardians that she gained any sort of social tact. Trial and error had done wonders to help Shin learn the basic do's and don'ts of polite society, but it had been anything but a smooth ride along the way.
That wasn't to say the young girl hadn't been polite and regal, those were traits drilled into the teens habits from the day she was born, but she lacked any real knack for dealing with peers on a personal level. Not surprising when you grew up with so little one on one contact with your parents, and your only really guidance came from the dearly departed.
Ishtar's assurance that she was headed in the same direction eased a tiny knot of tension within the noble's shoulders, and she smiled at the tan skinned girl out of habit. "Wonderful, shall we be off then?"
If the Legionaire was perceptive she'd notice the covert flicks of spring green eyes as Shin took in the other girl's appearance a little more carefully. Expression critical, but not judgmental. More curious. "Pardon me for asking, but that's an interesting outfit. What is it you do for a living?"
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