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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:49 pm
Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue -- a private roleplay
Players: Cesc and Sevilin
Where: Gambino ocean
When: Dusk
--- As the sun dipped below the water line, it set the water rippling like billions of tiny little jewels that ebbed and flowed with the tide. Despite the blinding reflection on the water's surface, it was hard to see the texture of the sand. And that was a bad thing when you were trying to pilfer pretty shells from the sand. Unfortunately, it was the best time to go hunting. The tide was high and it brought in the best variety of the day. With a stolen shopping cart We`rika had lifted from some retail store, Sevilin sifted through the sand for rare gems to add to his collection. One of them, however, sprouted legs when he picked it up. "Oh! Sorry! Guess... this one's taken." It was pity because the color of the shell was so perfect. He placed it back down on the ground and continued on down the beach. So far, his basket was a little bare and the sun was only falling faster. Maybe it was the time of the year, but he didn't want to leave before he found something worthy of the trip!
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:33 pm
Cesc hovered near the water's edge, his eyelids heavy over the brightness of his eyes as he looked out at the ocean. Dusk was always a pleasant time for the stag, it being the only other time of day besides dawn that he could feed off of light. He soaked up the ever-dimming rays of the sun as it sunk low on the horizon, his rune brightening and his eyes, wings, and antlers glowing softly as he fed. Usually, Cesc would wander during dusk the same way he did at dawn, using the time to explore or be social. But for the past week or so, he had gone to this same spot by the oceanside, watching the movement of the waves. It was a cold spot, and the whipping wind didn't make it any more comfortable, but Cesc could not force himself to leave it.
He swore, he swore he could hear something when he stood at this very spot. Something whispering, something beckoning, something he could not quite understand.
Cesc frowned imperceptibly and opened his eyes. When he focused too hard on the sound, all he heard was the rush of the waves and the caw of seagulls. But it was undeniably still there, that noise, the sound of something small calling out, asking to be found. It did not grow or recede, just stayed ever the same.
The stag sighed. How long was he going to continue this useless routine? No matter how hard he stared at the ocean, whatever it was calling him wasn't coming out. He would have to chalk it up to another random thing, another oddity that went along with being a Raevan with such nebulous powers as his own. Cesc turned, ready to float away, and then a sudden movement caught his eye.
A blue-haired Raevan wandering about the shore, searching the sand.
Cesc started, surprised by the view. An incredulous smile passed over his face -- a Raevan! How lucky, how pleasant to meet one so randomly. And one that he did not know, although he was certain he must have seen a glimpse of this one before. He was certain they had not met, but the overall look was quite familiar...
The other Raevan dipped to pick up a shell, and Cesc floated closer.
"Salut," he called out, raising one hand to wave at the other as he approached.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:39 pm
He heard the call before he saw just what had made it. Sevilin's first instinct was to freeze in place among the air as he stared down at the lazy tide that rolled over the end of his ribbon. He gripped the handles of his big plastic grocery basket tight to his small frame in case he needed to defend himself from an attacker. After the last time he trusted a human without thought, he was not one to remain so openly trusting and his fight or flight prompt was taking over all his senses.
Thankfully, he was close to the sea! If he needed to start calling fishes to his rescue, they shouldn't take that long to get to him and--
"Oh..." Once he decided to finally look up, he noticed it was just a raevan coming toward him. Well, now Sevilin felt like a jackass getting all worked up over nothing. "Uhmm, yes," he said rather awkwardly as he lowered his basket so it didn't look like he was getting ready to bash the frei's head in. That wouldn't be good. Not sure how to respond to his unusual greeting, the sea fairy brought a hand up to his forehead and saluted back. "And, eh, to you..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:19 pm
Cesc paused in his movement as the other Raevan brandished the shopping basket toward him, his eyes widening slightly and his eyebrows lifting under the curtain of his bangs. The stag held up both of his hands in a surrender-motion, his smile becoming incredulous as the other assumed an expression of embarrassment and saluted him.
Wait ...saluted him?
Cesc looked down at himself, at his black buttoned coat and the grey collared shirt that poked out. He didn't -- look like military in any way, did he? He blinked, looking back up, and lifted his hand in a weak wave. It seemed as if they had both heartily confused one another. And then it hit the stag -- his informal French hello, salut, had been mistaken for a command?
"I meant, ah, hello," said the stag in his deep accented voice, smiling a bit more brightly and extending his hand. "I was ... quite surprised to see another Raevan out and about. I do not think we have met. My name is Cesc."
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 5:39 pm
"Oh... Hello!" Sevillin greeted back automatically. It was hard not to respond when someone was being nice to you. You looked rude otherwise, and he was most definitely not rude no matter what certain fat rabbits said on the matter. He would have offered his hand as well, but it was rough with salt and grit and he didn't want to get any on the frei's pretty little jacket. He looked strapping, really. Sometimes the blue raevan wished he could look so strapping. Maybe he had an extra blazer he wouldn't mind lending out to a sweet little cherry-red lipped boy--No! nooo... No! Sevillin was forbidden to use his charms anymore! If this Cesc ever gave him something, hypothetically speaking, it would be out of a well-developed and unconditional friendship. That'd show Lulu!
"Ah, no I guess not. I'm Sevillin! It's very nice to meet you! Actually, I'm usually out here a lot. I... enjoy the ocean," he explained, watching the sea water lap at the sand below them. "And these!" Hefting his light basket up, he showed Cesc what little it had. "Of course, there aren't a lot of good ones out here today..." His enthusiasm deflated with his shoulders, disappointed that he had wasted so much time away from the television for such slim pickings.
"Uhmm... Do... you usually come out here too? I don't think I've seen you out here, but then again it is a pretty long stretch of beach!"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 7:29 pm
Rhedefre's smile became more earnest as the other Raevan began to speak, his shoulders relaxing. The ocean wind whipped his hair around his antlers and lent color to his cheeks and nose, only brightening his expression as he looked down into Sevilin's basket to see his collected shells.
"Ah, they look beautiful to me, at least," he said with a nod, then looked down at the sand to see if he could spot any other shells to draw his companion's attention to. "Do you have a collection?"
"And it is a pleasure," Cesc continued politely. "I do not come here much, to be honest, although I do not live very far away -- just --" He looked back out into the ocean, watching the waves again, trying to discern that beckoning call out from all the other noises. He frowned slightly, imperceptibly. "... Just looking for something."
He turned back toward Sevilin, his expression relaxing back into warmth and good nature. "Do you live nearby?"
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:49 am
"Oh..." Watching the raevan turn to the sea, so did Sevilin. There was nothing out of the ordinary except for a few birds picking at the rippling surface of the water. Was he following a fairy tale or did he actually lose something in the ocean? Well, the little frei hoped it was the former because legends were more easily found than a wallet in the sea.
"Not... really," Sevilin confessed. "I live in Aekea, actually. My mom goes to bed really early, so I sneak out after he's asleep! I keep my collection there.
"It must be nice to live so close to the beach! I wish I did..."
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 8:32 am
A brief look of incomprehension passed over Rhedefre's face as he heard the word 'mom' followed by the pronoun 'he'. He was a diligent studier of language, accented and foreign as his natural speech was, and guessed that he either misheard or misunderstood someone's given gender representation -- this stuff was tricky! But the look quickly passed, and the stag's visage cleared.
"Aekea -- I have never been. That is ... rather far, no?" The stag asked. "It is funny, there are a few Raevans that live nearby this stretch. I do not know if you know them, Zurine, and Luka? And not so far away I hear there is a woman waiting on her Raevan to be born, too." He smiled brightly. "So if you were ever to get caught out late here, there might always be a Raevan nearby."
Cesc paused, looking down at the delicate, porcelain-faced frei. His translucent wings and fins suddenly clicked, giving him ideas. Perhaps this frei was from the sea? Perhaps he might be able to hear, or explain, the sounds Cesc heard from the ocean? It was a long shot, a stretch, but, then, what did he have to lose?
"I hope this is not too forward," he said politely, a touch sheepishly, lifting one hand and rubbing his jaw. "But are you a... kin of the ocean?"
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:38 pm
"Oh yeah?" His expression brightened at the thought of so many Raevans so close together. It was a real drag that he lived in Aekea. No one cool lived in Aekea except him, and if it weren't for his guardian's job he would have asked years ago if they could move. But he supposed it was fortune enough to know someone besides him frequented this stretch of shore.
When their conversation turned more personal and, most importantly, about him, Sevilin was eager to give his undivided attention. "I am! I'm actually a sea fairy... Even though I'm... a guy, so I guess there are mermaidy men in the ocean. Little Mermaid says there are, anyway..."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 9:15 am
Cesc listened with interest to Sevilin's speech, his gaze direct and his smile muted, engaged in what the other was saying. There was something about his demeanor that seemed to communicate that Sevilin could talk forever and have his attention and audience. He did not speak until he was certain the frei had finished. "A sea fairy! That explains it -- you are very different from any Raevan I have met. Zurine is an ice raevan, but your blue is more ... alive, I think."
Then, suddenly, something clicked. "Ah -- I do not suppose your guardian is... Wer... it was Wer-something -- I think I met him at the Garden Party last summer. A dark-skinned man with something of an accent?"
Cesc's hand hovered down to where he remembered We'rika's height to be.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 5:21 am
"You've... You've met him?" Sevilin's vibrant face shut down into a look of thinly concealed horror. "Oh dear... He didn't--He didn't say anything to you did he? Look--" The sea fairy fluttered closer to the stranger, intent on imparting all the knowledge he knew of handling his guardian to him.
"Take whatever he says with a grain of salt. He usually doesn't know what he's saying until it's already said and--" Sighing, he wrung his delicate hands together, leaving his gold bracelets to tinkle against each other. "Yeah, sorry about him," he said, regrettably. He tried for a laugh, but it was an aborted attempt that sounded more like a exasperated wheeze instead.
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 4:52 am
Cesc nodded with alacrity as Sevilin began, but his expression slowly faded into an expression of confusion as the sea fairy seemed to become more and more uncomfortable and apologetic. The stag raised his hands, waving off any of the perceived offense or discomfort Wer-something may have caused him.
What was that name?
"No, no, it was nothing -- he was confused by the hair, that was all." said Cesc with hearty amusement, lifting one hand and indicating a curl, pulling it taut and down over his eye. "Pink is not very... expected, I suppose. But no matter! He seemed nice, really. Were you there at the Garden Party, the maze?"
He smiled at the memory of the party, of the maze that did its best to run him and Xiu ragged.
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