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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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The Fool manages a shadow of a smile for Fitz at his certainty and says nothing. He looks away, back towards the gardens where Fitz was working mere moments ago, then back again with a questioning furl in between his brows. "You chose to be a gardener?" he asks him at last, and this time his smile grows warmer.
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The Fool's smile is slight, and Fitz raises a wry, amused eyebrow at him. He does not expect it to be easy. When has anything for either of them been easy, after all.
He feels heat rise in his cheeks. "For now," he says. "I take odd jobs here and there. Patience taught me enough about gardening that I have not disgraced myself too terribly."
On 27 February 2018 at 14:11, afoolsgold - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
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He hesitates, then places a hand on Fitz's forearm. "This is no place for us to catch up," he admits, "and look at you, covered in dirt. Let's return to the Bridge. You can get cleaned up, and then..." A pause, a helpless shrug. "We can discuss our--new circumstances."
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Fitz makes a good natured face at him. "I will attend to your gardens, and make the flowers spell out rude words," he warns lightly.
The Fool has an excellent point, and Fitz has no intention of allowing him to wander too far. "I had best finish first, else Burrich should rise from his death purely to punish me. Do you need to make farewells?"
On 28 February 2018 at 03:47, afoolsgold - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
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"What a relief, in that case, that I'm but a penniless near-pauper," the Fool rejoins; his smile has become a grin without his permission, his touch upon Fitz's arm lingering. (To be sure he doesn't look penniless--but then, he's been liberally spending the stipend given to him by the Bridge on just enough bits of finery to garb himself well. He has always been inclined towards vanity.)
As for the rest, he comes back to himself and recalls where they are, and turns a tired glance towards the art gallery and the society within it. "Yes, there are a few people I should speak to before I slip away for the night." A pause; it sounds a bit like they're arranging some kind of clandestine rendez-vous, and the thought makes him colour some, which the shade hides well. "Shall I meet you back at the Bridge in a few hours?"
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Fitz chuckles at that, moreso at the light in the Fool's face. It has been too long, and he'd thought the Fool lost to him for some months yet. "We have never needed much."
...he looks quite tired. Fitz holds himself back from anxious queries, from fussing. The Fool has never wanted that from him, or from anyone. The Fool's cheeks darken briefly, making him even more tawny, and Fitz cannot pretend to understand the cause of it.
"Yes," he says gladly. "I will bring food."
On 28 February 2018 at 13:39, afoolsgold - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote: