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middaeg2019-05-26 09:47 am
halfheartedmagician) wrote in middaeg2019-05-26 09:47 am
Don't waste your worry on me [OPEN]
Who: Asra
When: Throughout the week
Where: Various locations
What: Wandering magician life - namely failing to do anything legally at all
Warnings: None at this point
i.
[Asra isn't terribly concerned about the promise of a reward, but helping someone find a lost pet seems like the right thing to do and offers a chance for exploring. Which is why he's hunting around the harbour, enjoying the smell of salt and water, reminded of the years he spent in similar situations growing up.]
Any luck, Faust?
[He doesn't appear to be talking to anyone else close by, but someone who wanders a bit closer may find a pale snake winding around their leg and hear a faint voice, almost like a whisper in their mind.]
(Found friend!)
ii.
[It's a warm day, and the sun overhead glints off of Asra's jewellery and sends rainbows dancing across the stone walls of the alleyway entrance that he's set up in. He's seated on a brightly coloured blanket at the entrance of the narrow gap, an assortment of trinkets, a few carved masks, and one or two packets of herbs spread out before him. His cards flash from hand to hand as he lazily shuffles them, the bright paints and bits of gold leaf catching the light. Faust curls about his chest and shoulders, her head resting on Asra's shoulder, although she looks up and flickers her tongue at any who stop by.
Sensing someone watching, Asra looks up and smiles, crooks his finger for them to come closer.] Interested in a reading? Or something--
[Before he can finish, there's a shout from nearby.] Oi! I already told you to move on!
[An annoyed looking guard starts towards them and, quick as a flash, Asra is up, the cards disappeared and the blanket gathered up around everything and tied rapidly into a makeshift bag.]
Come on! [Laughing, he grabs for the other's hand and starts running down the streets, seeming to enjoy the sound of chasing footsteps after them more than he probably should.]
iii.
[Maybe it's late, or maybe it's early. Or maybe it's even the middle of the day with the sun warm overhead. It doesn't seem to matter exactly what time it is or even the location, really. Much like a cat, Asra finds places to sleep whenever the mood takes him and it apparently has now.
He's found in various places; curled up out of the way in a huge coil of rope by the harbour, sprawled out under a tree in a park, stretched out on the warm stone surrounding a decorative fountain. Should he be sleeping somewhere more appropriate? Probably. Are you going to wake him up to tell him that though?
...well even if you don't, that guard who looks severely done with the magician's shit right now might.]
When: Throughout the week
Where: Various locations
What: Wandering magician life - namely failing to do anything legally at all
Warnings: None at this point
i.
[Asra isn't terribly concerned about the promise of a reward, but helping someone find a lost pet seems like the right thing to do and offers a chance for exploring. Which is why he's hunting around the harbour, enjoying the smell of salt and water, reminded of the years he spent in similar situations growing up.]
Any luck, Faust?
[He doesn't appear to be talking to anyone else close by, but someone who wanders a bit closer may find a pale snake winding around their leg and hear a faint voice, almost like a whisper in their mind.]
(Found friend!)
ii.
[It's a warm day, and the sun overhead glints off of Asra's jewellery and sends rainbows dancing across the stone walls of the alleyway entrance that he's set up in. He's seated on a brightly coloured blanket at the entrance of the narrow gap, an assortment of trinkets, a few carved masks, and one or two packets of herbs spread out before him. His cards flash from hand to hand as he lazily shuffles them, the bright paints and bits of gold leaf catching the light. Faust curls about his chest and shoulders, her head resting on Asra's shoulder, although she looks up and flickers her tongue at any who stop by.
Sensing someone watching, Asra looks up and smiles, crooks his finger for them to come closer.] Interested in a reading? Or something--
[Before he can finish, there's a shout from nearby.] Oi! I already told you to move on!
[An annoyed looking guard starts towards them and, quick as a flash, Asra is up, the cards disappeared and the blanket gathered up around everything and tied rapidly into a makeshift bag.]
Come on! [Laughing, he grabs for the other's hand and starts running down the streets, seeming to enjoy the sound of chasing footsteps after them more than he probably should.]
iii.
[Maybe it's late, or maybe it's early. Or maybe it's even the middle of the day with the sun warm overhead. It doesn't seem to matter exactly what time it is or even the location, really. Much like a cat, Asra finds places to sleep whenever the mood takes him and it apparently has now.
He's found in various places; curled up out of the way in a huge coil of rope by the harbour, sprawled out under a tree in a park, stretched out on the warm stone surrounding a decorative fountain. Should he be sleeping somewhere more appropriate? Probably. Are you going to wake him up to tell him that though?
...well even if you don't, that guard who looks severely done with the magician's shit right now might.]
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[ He has evidently walked into a faux pas, but the snake — Faust — mercifully distracts him, and he pauses to attempt to keep one of his wrists free, the motion of his hands apologetically slow. He addresses the snake, very soberly, because of course: ]
'Twould seem I've made a foolish assumption. Forgive me, Faust.
[ Possibly he should be setting her down, but since she doesn't seem to mind this, he positions his now-free arm for her to slither onto again. He will definitely stop doing this in a second, probably. ]
I ran across a cat as I came this way, though I confess I was preoccupied. Gray, perhaps.
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Hmmm. She likes you.
[Asra's smile is gentle and pleased, unconcerned about Faust taking to the stranger so quickly; he trusts her judgement and the other man seems to understand to be gentle with her.]
Oh, that might be the cat we're looking for. Ms Mittens, I think. Would you like to help? [Asra laughs then.] Not that I think Faust is going to leave you right now even if you don't want to.
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'Twas not far this way, if I recall aright.
[ He turns to head back the way he came, though he's devoting half his attention to Faust rather than all of it to cat-finding. A little tentatively, after a pause, he adds: ]
Forgive me if I am mistaken — did I hear another voice, a few moments past?
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[Asra follows, keeping his eyes open for any sign of a cat, although the question surprises him.]
I don't think so, there's only me and Faust here. [It doesn't occur to him that anyone else can hear Faust, since usually they don't. Faust, however, squirms happily and lifts her head up.]
(Me!)
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[ He has several new questions he's forced to assume would be rude to ask of Asra while Faust is present and listening, so he invites the answers in a general way, instead, half-turning to the man: ]
I am not well accustomed to serpents of her type.
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[Asra is surprised, his eyes almost comically wide and fixed on the other man. He hadn't expected quite that sort of occurrence.]
She's my familiar... I had been learning how to help her speak here as well but I didn't think others could hear it.
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[ His faint disappointment is subtle, carefully hidden behind the friendly warmth of his tone. ]
When I heard her a second time, I thought of dragons — not grown, but very young, perhaps.
[ Disappointed or no, he's still stroking the scales under Faust's jaw with the backs of his fingers; pensive, now, but still fascinated. ]
But you must hail from elsewhere, then, no? As do I. I am Aymeric.
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I've heard stories but I've never heard anything to indicate that dragons are real. Are they where you're from, Aymeric?
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Undoubtedly. Much to the chagrin of my people, for many ages. Their voices, to hear them, are strange and incomprehensible, but they possess a certain magic — the meaning of their words resounds in one's mind.
[ He tips Faust a little, gently and playfully, to watch her compensate for the motion. ]
I have heard of wyrms that never walk, who grow only wings, and I've not heard of serpents able to speak as Faust is, so for a moment, I wondered...
[ In hindsight, it was nothing but the irrational hope of having found something familiar, seeing signs of home where there were none — so he trails off. ]