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ioduanlogs2018-02-15 02:36 pm
afoolsgold) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-02-15 02:36 pm
[OPEN] just your eyes
Characters: The Fool + you?
Date: Throughout February
Location: Aifaran, the Dreaming Bridge, the Ban Om central Temple
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: A bit of violence.
I. MISTAKEN IDENTITY (CRIME AFFINITY 4)
(OOC: this takes place at the very end of the month! and just one person respond to this one please, I don't want the Fool mugged more than once!)
Perhaps the Fool should count his blessings that this case of mistaken identity ends as abruptly as it does--with him, prostrate on the dirty ground of a backstreet alley, one shaking hand clutched to his face while the other is extended out almost desperately to fend off his would-be attacker. Before additional blows can rain down against him, though, his attacker promptly backs off, and takes off at a sprint down the alleyway.
Dazed and bloody, the Fool lays where he's left, coming back to his senses slowly... along with a horrifying awareness of the filth that now clings to his clothes and skin. ...He could probably use some help.
II. WOULD YOU LIKE SOME LITERATURE (FAITH AFFINITY 3)
Possibly proselytizing evangelists of any variety might have bothered someone else, but the Fool has always possessed a keen interest in divinity--and very little else in Konryu has captured and held his attention with the same unyielding fascination as the Great Turtles. When he is approached by a presentative of the Ban Om, therefore, it is only natural for him to become quite excited by the subject.
It is some days later when the Fool finds himself seated within the peaceful, sprawling gardens of the central Temple's grounds, absently toying with the small turtle charm that he had acquired at some point. What would it have been like, he can't help but wonder, if the folk of the Six Duchies, of Jhaampe, of Bingtown and Trehaug, had grown to venerate dragonkind with this same deep respect? "Perhaps nothing at all," he muses out loud to the little turtle in his grasp, his lips quirking into a most whimsical smirk. "I can scarcely imagine a dragon deigning to carry a human civilization upon its back."
Absently, he begins to work at threading the charm onto a bracelet already richly decorated with wooden baubles carved by his own hand.
III. GALLERY OPENING (ART AFFINITY 3)
Perhaps it is more Lord Golden who slips into this special exhibit than Fool, for he appears as at home here among the art connoisseurs and critics of Aifaran as he had days ago within the central Temple of Ban Om. A touch more artfully composed, of course, with more makeup to emphasize the dramatic amber of his eyes and high cheekbones, to better blend in with this society. But Lord Golden's histrionic mannerisms and vanity are absent; when he smiles at someone eager to hear the opinion of one of the Dreamfolk on the artwork, his commentary is candid, rather than inflammatory.
At some stage, perhaps he slips away from the crowd to consider a piece of artwork over a glass of wine, or steps outside to take in the air and allow himself a break from the pressures of this strange society he's ingratiating himself within. Perhaps that is where he catches your eye.
IV. WILDCARD!
(surprise me!)
Date: Throughout February
Location: Aifaran, the Dreaming Bridge, the Ban Om central Temple
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: A bit of violence.
I. MISTAKEN IDENTITY (CRIME AFFINITY 4)
(OOC: this takes place at the very end of the month! and just one person respond to this one please, I don't want the Fool mugged more than once!)
Perhaps the Fool should count his blessings that this case of mistaken identity ends as abruptly as it does--with him, prostrate on the dirty ground of a backstreet alley, one shaking hand clutched to his face while the other is extended out almost desperately to fend off his would-be attacker. Before additional blows can rain down against him, though, his attacker promptly backs off, and takes off at a sprint down the alleyway.
Dazed and bloody, the Fool lays where he's left, coming back to his senses slowly... along with a horrifying awareness of the filth that now clings to his clothes and skin. ...He could probably use some help.
II. WOULD YOU LIKE SOME LITERATURE (FAITH AFFINITY 3)
Possibly proselytizing evangelists of any variety might have bothered someone else, but the Fool has always possessed a keen interest in divinity--and very little else in Konryu has captured and held his attention with the same unyielding fascination as the Great Turtles. When he is approached by a presentative of the Ban Om, therefore, it is only natural for him to become quite excited by the subject.
It is some days later when the Fool finds himself seated within the peaceful, sprawling gardens of the central Temple's grounds, absently toying with the small turtle charm that he had acquired at some point. What would it have been like, he can't help but wonder, if the folk of the Six Duchies, of Jhaampe, of Bingtown and Trehaug, had grown to venerate dragonkind with this same deep respect? "Perhaps nothing at all," he muses out loud to the little turtle in his grasp, his lips quirking into a most whimsical smirk. "I can scarcely imagine a dragon deigning to carry a human civilization upon its back."
Absently, he begins to work at threading the charm onto a bracelet already richly decorated with wooden baubles carved by his own hand.
III. GALLERY OPENING (ART AFFINITY 3)
Perhaps it is more Lord Golden who slips into this special exhibit than Fool, for he appears as at home here among the art connoisseurs and critics of Aifaran as he had days ago within the central Temple of Ban Om. A touch more artfully composed, of course, with more makeup to emphasize the dramatic amber of his eyes and high cheekbones, to better blend in with this society. But Lord Golden's histrionic mannerisms and vanity are absent; when he smiles at someone eager to hear the opinion of one of the Dreamfolk on the artwork, his commentary is candid, rather than inflammatory.
At some stage, perhaps he slips away from the crowd to consider a piece of artwork over a glass of wine, or steps outside to take in the air and allow himself a break from the pressures of this strange society he's ingratiating himself within. Perhaps that is where he catches your eye.
IV. WILDCARD!
(surprise me!)
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At Conan's introduction, he smiles warmly and dips his head in an almost theatrical little bow of greeting. "A delight to see you again," he says, and seems to mean it, given he hasn't lost his smile upon straightening up. After a moment, he holds a finger a loft as though to say 'a moment,' then turns to gather up a bolt of brilliant sapphire fabric from the stall. He loosens just enough of it to drape it across himself, then turns back to the the boy with arched eyebrows.
"What do you think?" he asks. "Is this my colour, or should I keep looking?"
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"That depends on whether you're the kind of person that likes flashy clothes."
It was the kind of color that would stick out in people's memories. Depending on the situation, that could be either useful or dangerous.
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He folds it up and slips it into the simple satchel he wears slung over his shoulders. "What brings you out into the city today?" he asks Conan, turning to look at the boy with curiosity.
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Although Conan's list of things to look for included more abandoned buildings and signs of criminal activity, than local landmarks.
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And no map would have the kinds of things he needed to know.
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"What is it you're looking for?"
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And he liked to know where the likely trouble areas were.