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ioduanlogs2018-04-02 01:31 pm
afoolsgold) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-04-02 01:31 pm
[OPEN] a departure, and an arrival
Characters: The Fool, various starters + OPEN
Date: Early April.
Location: The Dreaming Bridge; throughout Aifaran; the turtle's head
Situation: The Fool makes some changes to his living arrangements, and checks in on the progress of a sensitive situation.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: Just one prompt for now, but I will add the others over time!
I. New Digs (closed to Devin)
The impending departure of the Bresilykians from Aifaran has injected anxiety into the city that can be felt at all levels; prescribed or not, the upheaval leaves people tense and on edge as they try to make space in their lives to accommodate the change. The Fool hadn't expected to benefit from it, but fate has always been peculiar in the hands she has dealt him in the past. In Aifaran, her mercurial temperament will be no different.
A Bresilykian has left the Fool with the keys (and the lease) to her apartment, in exchange for an elaborate bit of woodworking that she will take back with her to Evidet. Good fortune, it appears, has followed on the heels of his trauma the month before; a space to live located directly above the cafe where he is now sells his work. The Fool owns very few personal belongings, and so moving himself into his new space takes little time, and is accomplished without drawing much undue attention from the Bridge's other inhabitants. With that task now dealt with, it is easier to devote his attention to developing his craft; it is, it seems, going to be his primary means of making a living in Aifaran for the foreseeable future.
It is a drizzly, overcast day that finds the Fool leaning against a bit of outside beneath the cafe awning, slender arms folded over himself and his expression pulled into one of prim disapproval with the weather. He dislikes the cold--and the wet, but mostly the cold, and perhaps he expects sheer willpower to be force enough to coax the clouds aside and usher back in a bit of sunshine.
II. Dreaming Bridge (Gene, Bakura + OPEN)
It is inevitable with any move that one forgets things. Or, possibly, the Fool is just sentimental, and so finds himself back at the Dreaming Bridge in order to revisit the grounds that were his first home upon his arrival in Aifaran.
At present, he is waiting out the latest in a series of sudden downpours in the cafeteria, a small case packed full of his belongings at his feet and a cup of tea held between his palms. He's found an unoccupied window seat and has tucked himself into it, gazing out one of the open windows with a pensive, distant expression on his face.
III. The Turtle's Head (OPEN)
This is the place in Aifaran that brings him the most peace. Not even foul weather can keep him away from it.
Though by this point he has at least invested in one of the many colourful umbrellas and raincoats peddled by numerous vendors throughout the city, meaning that on this particularly drizzly day, he's able to perch in relative comfort atop a stone on the turtle's broad head. Here, he's able to reclaim some semblance of the peace that has evaded him since long before his arrival at Aslevjal; the nearness of the turtle's great mind helps his to grow still, and quiet. His demons lay dormant, at least for a time.
It's hard to know how long he's been sitting here with his eyes closed in meditation, but unless he's interrupted, he'll likely continue on in this fashion for quite some time.
Date: Early April.
Location: The Dreaming Bridge; throughout Aifaran; the turtle's head
Situation: The Fool makes some changes to his living arrangements, and checks in on the progress of a sensitive situation.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: Just one prompt for now, but I will add the others over time!
I. New Digs (closed to Devin)
The impending departure of the Bresilykians from Aifaran has injected anxiety into the city that can be felt at all levels; prescribed or not, the upheaval leaves people tense and on edge as they try to make space in their lives to accommodate the change. The Fool hadn't expected to benefit from it, but fate has always been peculiar in the hands she has dealt him in the past. In Aifaran, her mercurial temperament will be no different.
A Bresilykian has left the Fool with the keys (and the lease) to her apartment, in exchange for an elaborate bit of woodworking that she will take back with her to Evidet. Good fortune, it appears, has followed on the heels of his trauma the month before; a space to live located directly above the cafe where he is now sells his work. The Fool owns very few personal belongings, and so moving himself into his new space takes little time, and is accomplished without drawing much undue attention from the Bridge's other inhabitants. With that task now dealt with, it is easier to devote his attention to developing his craft; it is, it seems, going to be his primary means of making a living in Aifaran for the foreseeable future.
It is a drizzly, overcast day that finds the Fool leaning against a bit of outside beneath the cafe awning, slender arms folded over himself and his expression pulled into one of prim disapproval with the weather. He dislikes the cold--and the wet, but mostly the cold, and perhaps he expects sheer willpower to be force enough to coax the clouds aside and usher back in a bit of sunshine.
II. Dreaming Bridge (Gene, Bakura + OPEN)
It is inevitable with any move that one forgets things. Or, possibly, the Fool is just sentimental, and so finds himself back at the Dreaming Bridge in order to revisit the grounds that were his first home upon his arrival in Aifaran.
At present, he is waiting out the latest in a series of sudden downpours in the cafeteria, a small case packed full of his belongings at his feet and a cup of tea held between his palms. He's found an unoccupied window seat and has tucked himself into it, gazing out one of the open windows with a pensive, distant expression on his face.
III. The Turtle's Head (OPEN)
This is the place in Aifaran that brings him the most peace. Not even foul weather can keep him away from it.
Though by this point he has at least invested in one of the many colourful umbrellas and raincoats peddled by numerous vendors throughout the city, meaning that on this particularly drizzly day, he's able to perch in relative comfort atop a stone on the turtle's broad head. Here, he's able to reclaim some semblance of the peace that has evaded him since long before his arrival at Aslevjal; the nearness of the turtle's great mind helps his to grow still, and quiet. His demons lay dormant, at least for a time.
It's hard to know how long he's been sitting here with his eyes closed in meditation, but unless he's interrupted, he'll likely continue on in this fashion for quite some time.
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Not that either of those observations is especially pertinent, but they arise nonetheless. Devin smiles wryly when the Fool selects both. Of course he selects both; if Devin has learned nothing else of the Fool by now, it is that he likes his frivolities.
"Well, that was relatively painless," the vampire remarks with mild amusement, folding his arms across his chest. "And here I thought it would take significantly more wheedling to get you to pick something sensible."
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The Fool finishes counting through the currency in his hands one more time just to make sure he has enough, before sending a sly look Devin's way. "Oh," he exclaims, "well, if you were expecting that I might dither about in the shop a bit more, I would hate to disappoint you." And with an artful flourish, he plucks up a sun hat adorned with a number of vibrantly coloured ribbons, and deposits it directly atop his head, turning one more time to check his reflection.
His teasing seems to be at its end there, finally. With his purchases in hand, he leads the way back to the til and, after a bit more cheery conversation with the shopkeep, pays for the coat and cloak... and the hat. Which, as it turns out, was a smart acquisition as far as impulse purchases go; once they step out of the shop, the sun has crept out again, spilling light and warmth into the street to chase away a bit of the chilly gloom.
The Fool sighs with obvious satisfaction, smiling, and needles Devin kindly as they make their way back down the street, "It seems you survived our outing together no worse for wear."
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He's glad to be outside again soon enough. Shopping is not really a pastime he enjoys.
"It was such a trial, I assure you," Devin returns dryly, squinting slightly as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. "But if it means you avoid making yourself ill standing outside in damp clothing, then it was worthwhile."
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"Ah, you worry! I'm touched," the Fool sighs and smiles up at Devin, cheeky but affectionate. It's a short-lived expression, however, with the Erol'an proprietress's misinterpretation of their relationship still in the forefront of his thoughts, and so a moment later he looks away and plucks up a new topic of conversation as though it is one of the many trinkets he seems incapable of purloining when out wandering the market.
(Better not to dwell on the odd racing of his pulse when he considers how he'd caught Devin's eye in the mirror.)
"I imagine Klaus will be finished with--" an airy, vague wave of one hand, "--whatever business he was tending to, when we return. Will you stay to have your chat with him? Or have I put you off further socialization today?" This last part added with an apologetic smirk that is really... not that apologetic, truthfully.
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No doubt he will be examining all of this encounter later.
His expression is nearly undiminished as the needling continues. "I would be in a great deal of trouble trying to live in this city if one unexpected errand was my limit of socialization," Devin points out. "I believe I shall survive long enough to tease Klaus about knowing where he lives."
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The cafe comes into view ahead of them before too much longer, coinciding as well with the clouding over of the sun. Sending a grim look skyward, the Fool sighs out his clear displeasure before turning his attention to Devin again. He puts a pleased smile back into place.
"I suppose this is where I shall leave you," he says, gesturing over his shoulder towards the door leading up to the second floor apartments; there's only two of them, and ostensibly the other belongs to the cafe's proprietor. "Say hello to Klaus for me if you see him--and thank you," he adds, letting real sincerity into the corners of his smile, "for the company."