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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:26 pm
Ankita began to feel slightly claustrophobic after a while. She loved the fact that she had a new guest staying with her, but he wasn't there all the time, and despite her adoration for Sarava, her company was not enough to fight off the anxious feelings. She grabbed her cane and decided a good amount of fresh air was in order, and Sarava being sound asleep meant no real catostrophies would occur were she to run into anyone. ... Assuming Sarava didn't soon follow.
She began walking near the trailers but soon delved off. Her feet barefoot, her toes seemed to wiggle deap into the ground with every step. Sensations were a thing that Ankita would never be indifferent towards, except for, of course, the sensation of pain. A sharp rock had decided to be in her path that day, piercing, only slightly, into her foot.
"Oh F-" She bit her lip tightly, grabbing at her foot and dropping her cane. Small whimpers were the only sounds that seemed to make their way out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:43 pm
Phillipe had just finished with the afternoon's work in the blacksmith's tent when he found himself along side of the encampment. He had stripped off his sweat soaked shirt in the privacy of a small cluster of trees and stretched out beneath the shade for a nice nap. The soft sounds of the leaves and wind were interrupted, however, by a sudden gasp and whimpers that made Phillipe sit up in alarm.
Spotting her quickly and not far away, he shook off the lingering haze of drowsiness. Leaping to his feet, he threw his shirt on haphazardly as he hurried towards her. It took him a moment to realize that the woman was blind. Reacting as he would to a startled horse approached on it's blindside, he spoke soothingly before trying to touch her. "Mamzel, please, do no' be alarmed...I will 'alp..."
Sliding an hand behind her shoulders he made to scoop her up into his arms in one easy movement. "Put ya 'ahms 'round mah neck, si voo plae." The prospect of a woman in any kind of need always made Phillipe feel compelled to assist her out of chivalry.
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:58 pm
Ankita gasped at the voice despite it's attempt at being empathetic to her situation.
"Oh, Uh, Well, It's just a-!" She gasped again when she felt his arms wrap around her and lifting her up. She sat still in shock as he held her for a moment.
The voice was by far a voice she hadn't heard before, and that accent was just something of a whole other nature. She fished through her mental library of vocal resources, top being Charlot of course. But she was fairly sure he didn't have that accent, unless she apparently had been so dazed in daydreams around him that she didn't notice. But he felt different and smelt different, so no. Not him. Hadrien? Well no, as pleased as she was that they had made amends, she still doubted any possibility that he'd make such a friendly motion to her. After going through a few more tries she simply gave up and sunk into his arms, following what directions he gave.
"Uh... thank you..." She said quietly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 12:45 pm
Phillipe was stronger than he looked and he carried her easily to a rock nearby where she could sit.
There was very little that was natural about his smell. There was of course a certain amount of normal masculine musk...but it was cut with the clinical scent of a very old hospital and overturned earth. An astute observer might even notice that his skin held an odd chill and his chest was strangely without a heartbeat.
Setting her gently down he knelt to have a look at her foot with a shake of his head. "Non, it ez 'just a' not'ing, mamzel. A man ez no man if he can't assiste a lady w'en s'e needs it...." His manners were calm and insistent as though it was simply the Right Thing To Do.
Taking a closer look at her foot he tsk'd. She was barefoot! Perhaps it was the nature of her culture to run about the woods like a Nymph but it made little sense to him. With gentle fingers he inspected the assaulted toe, "Ah bon!...it is no bleedin'"
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 2:56 pm
Ankita raised an eyebrow after he placed her down on the rock. It was very rare that a stranger would run to her 'rescue', sweep her off her feet and begin to inspect her foot for what was most likely nothing but a painful pinch than a sharp rock piercing her foot all the way through. She was particularly unsure of how she felt with his insistance on helping her.
She carefully and slowly reached out her hand to pat him on the head and laughed nervously. "See? I tried to tell you... it's not that big of a deal..it happens all the time." She shrugged it off and began to laugh as he inspected her toes. Ankita was quite ticklish, which was something that very little people knew and she made it a habbit to keep secret. When she was younger, she couldn't count the number of times she was made heavily paranoid from random "tickle monster" attacks. And now that she wasn't able to see, the idea of constantly being tickled out of the blue horrified her and she wasn't very sure if her bladder would be able to take such un-anticipated attacks.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:49 pm
The gentle pat on his head caught his attention and when she laughed he glanced up and gave her an apologetic grin.
Her words seemed to make him blush darker and drop his head, a sheepish half-smile on his face. "Ah, Mamzel, I forget so easily...zere are manee independent women 'ere."
He set her foot down gently, suddenly feeling that his manners were quite out of place in the strangeness of the Cirque. "Pardoon, I see a pretty lady shoutin' in pain and-" He shrugged, a slow roll of his shoulders while he grinned, "-mah mot'ere, she say I turn inta fool when it com to women."
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:08 pm
Ankita smiled at his comment and tried to fight all temptations of gushing over how sweet he really did seem to be.
"I'm very thankful for the consideration." she nodded and her smile grew wider. "And I feel as though considerate is a better word to describe you then fool." She giggled quietly, clasping her hands in her lap. For some reason, she felt comfortable around him, or at least enough to ask his name.
"So what is your name, dear chivalrous knight?" she laughed through her smile.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:53 pm
His face broke into a grin and he laughed softly, "I am a simple peasant, Mamzel, not a knight." There was something about her that caught his attention and made him feel more playful than usual. "Maiz, if you insiste...."
He cleared his throat, putting a hand to his chest and spoke in very proper words, "My Lady, I ahm Sir Phillipe LaBauve of Naw'Lynns, may I have the pleasure and honor of your name?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:35 am
Ankita laughed, almost letting out a snort and shook her head. She smiled at him, and lowered her head slightly in respect.
"I'm Ankita." she laughed again, having no real intention in making attempts at try to sound so medieval and chivalrous.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 11:43 pm
"Ankita?" He sat back in the grass and cocked his head to look at her, a bemused smile on on his face "ce tres bèl....vere exotique. Does it mean somet'ing....?"
Stretching his legs out he regarded her with an attentive interest, curious and wanting badly to ask her a dozen things. What does she do? Where is she from? How ever does she manage herself so well while being blind? But he held his tongue in the name of manners.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:34 am
She nodded, laughing quietly at the coincidence between the meaning of her name and actual reality.
"It means 'marked'." Being marked on one level or another was something Ankita was very familiar with over the course of her life. She had been marked from the day she was born to be blind, to be ostracized, to be different. And for a moment, she wondered if this was all her parents' plan by giving her the name. But figured they most likely didn't know the meaning, and were also attracted by it for it's exotic sound.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:43 am
"'Marked'?....Ah..." Thoughtful, he kept his personal beliefs to himself regarding her name. It seemed a dangerous thing to name a child...as if asking for dark things to sit up and pay attention.
"Mah name means 'to love horses'...." Shaking his head, his voice had an note of sarcasm to it. "Tre noble, non? Mein, I am a blacksmit', so I sappose it do's me well."
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 10:17 am
For a moment, she thought, trying to think of the correlation between a blacksmith and horses. From what she knew of blacksmiths, they didn't have much to do with horses, unless he did, in which case maybe blacksmiths do have something to do with horses. Rather than asking for clarification, she simply nodded and gave a half-hearted laugh that was partially nervous to cover up her confusion.
As a means of switching the subject to prevent any backlash in her not quite understanding something, she tried to think up a question to ask. His accent, she thought, smiling to herself, That's a good one.
"So where are you from?" She cocked her head slightly, "That's an accent I haven't really heard before. I've heard some like it back home but not quite."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 11:18 am
It didn't even occur to Phillipe that what he was saying may not make sense. Where he was from all blacksmiths shoe horses...in fact, if a blacksmith didn't make a kind of peace with the horses they shoed they were liable to take a hoof in the face.
He laughed good naturedly, "Ah, my 'ometown is called Naw'Leans. Rig't on t'e coast, it's a 'arbor town." Phillipe's eyes unfocused, lost in the memory. "T'ose woods, the swamps an' marshes were beautiful...full of danje, too. Ghosts an' wicked beasts...black t'ings t'at would make a man go pale wit' fear..."
Phillipe went quiet a moment the smile gone from his face but he shook free of it and grinned, "Ah, and w'ere is t'is place yo'r from w'ere you 'erd an accent like mine?"
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Outrun The Halfling Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 1:15 pm
She smiled as she listened to him reminiscing, he sounded quite fond of it.
"Oh. I came from a pretty big city named Essà." She nodded. "There's people of all kinds there. I don't think there's an accent I hadn't heard." she paused for a short moment. "Well... with the exception of Charlot's..." Her voice became softer and softer. Ankita perked up quickly, "You really end up meeting a lot of interesting folks." A smile creeped onto her face as she began to remember the lot of people she had met since arriving to the grand city.
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