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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 22:16:00 GMT -5
It was always busy in the City of Bells. During the day, citizens very rarely rested as there was always something to do. Chores, jobs, random activities that keep life fresh, never a dull day. Especially when there were Gypsies about. Ah the Gypsies, such a fun little group, especially when they are "up to no good".
Take these two young adult Gypsies, deciding not to help the already slandered image of their people. They thought it would be a good idea to steal some fruit while the marketplace was busy, which wouldn't be much of a problem if these two weren't as sneaky as a train. They got caught, and subsequently chased two rather vicious guards. Luckily their wit allowed them to get away, leaving the guards to huff and puff in front of an alley. The two conversed:
"Cursed thieves, I'll have their black hearts skewered! Each and every one."
"You can't even keep up with two of them. Plus how are you gonna find that court of theirs?"
"Keep on doubting, you'll be calling me Captain one day."
"Yeah sure, just get back to looking you bloated fool."
They went off, leaving the alley abandoned...perhaps. Out from the shadows came a large figure, chuckling to himself with fiendish glee. "What a fine coincidence." The figure boasted to himself. "Thieves? Black Hearts? Why, these 'Gypsies' sound like da perfect candidates for new Heartless!" If you couldn't tell by now, the figure was none other than the dastardly Pete. Pete was continuing his prolonged quest of gathering Heartless for his mistress Maleficent, and his search has brought him to the shining city of bells. He didn't have much luck finding fitting candidates at first, but this convenient run in with those guards as he rested nearby has brought a much needed boost in his luck.
He couldn't wait to add these Gypsies to his band of Heartless (Course he didn't know that Gypsies weren't at all evil but why spoil the plot), however there was a snag. The guards mentioned some sort of Court in which these Gypsies had hidden themselves...guess he'll have to find that to corrupt them. Pete got right to work, wandering around the city in search of the two Gypsies he had watched give those guards the slip. If he had known they would be useful, he would have kept a better eye on them. They couldn't have gotten too far though...no one escapes Pete. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 0:30:14 GMT -5
Swift found this city beautiful. They had arrived a night ago and wandered around most worriedly. Soft spoken the Galka was shuffled around until they finally gathered some word on the local church. Although they were looked at with contempt due to the mage's strange looking form, it nary bothered the beast. On this world the cold, judging stares were punishment for misdeeds incurred in their youth. They were accepted with a warm smile and lowered head. Finding their way to the church was a sending from Altana herself. Seeking refuge, as all of the beds in the City turned the beast away, the brute had turned to the church for warmth in the cold evenings and a place to pray.
The Galka took time to explore the church grounds that night and gave pause to admire the church's beautiful carvings and fine architecture. It reminded them a great deal of the Elvaan's craftsmanship with masonry, a skill the brute would never fare to carry with their more heavy handedness. They stayed and prayed under the sight of this world's guardians, humbling themselves before the spiritual power gathered here. Many found the Galka rather dutiful, for a beast. The mage was a follower of the cloth and so visibly proclaimed this in the fine, pure robes of white drawn over their torso. That night the Galka slept peacefully.
By the next day they were up and about. Seeing as the Galka held refuge in the church, they thought well to leave their Moogle, Nono, in the safety of its walls. The Moogle dared not complain, seeing as it was granted favor to sleep in in the stead of roaming out with his master at these unforgiving early hours of the day. of course the early mornings were of no consequence to the Pilgrim. After helping the sanctuary with daily chores they were given free roam to walk out among the people. This was something Swift always delighted in. To help others above themselves was the goal of those who followed Altana's words. The art of healing could be easily practiced by any, but the ability to save another began deep in one's heart.
Swift wanted to do more than heal. The Galka wished to save another from the Darkness they ha so suffered in the past. May no other ever come across such pain, and so they prayed.
Coming across the marketplace Swift was filled with the familiarity of Bastok. People seemed to go about their daily lives among the rabble of development. The markets was usually their favorite place to visit. Many people talked and it allowed the Galka to learn many things. As the massive male looked over some fruit with a bit of distaste, sapphire eyes came across a rope of sausage. They blinked in wonder would these taste like the ones back home? Before the brute could reach for the rope of smoked meat a shout came across their ears. Turning a couple of thieves seemed to be running from authority. It was things like this that saddened the brute greatly.
What was worse was the guards had no remorse for the troubled souls. Sighing the Galka turned to the stallworker. How to word this? "Who are they?" They did not look similar to the people that worked the stalls, but Swift always had a hard time distinguishing Humes and humans.
If anything the mage wanted to serve Altana's will and perhaps bring some charity to these people who seemed forced to steal, simply to eat.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 16:20:38 GMT -5
More currently, Pete had commenced his own expedition for the thieves. He gathered that they wouldn't be hard to find, after all if they were trying to get away with...whatever those guards were chasing them for then certainly their first instinct would be to high tail it back to their court right away. Pete would just have to intercept them before they get there. Hopefully luck would be on his side.
Pete wouldn't mind if it turned into a long search. It wasn't like he had anything better to do at the moment. Technically this was part of his job. Plus the payout would be surely worthwhile, you can never have too many Heartless. He hoped these Gypsies at least had some tough hearts though...he is a bit lacking in the bigger Heartless department.
For whatever reason, perhaps it was secretly opposite day, karma shined kindly onto Pete. He soon came across two huffing young men who looked a great deal like the men who ran by him right before the guards showed up. Luckily those bumbling dimwits were no where in sight, seems this was just Pete's lucky day.
Pete strolled over to the men, who were fatigued from running, and quickly made his presence known, "Hold it right there you two!" The men whirled around with horrified expressions, which slacked when they spotted Pete. One of them, who I shall note displayed a beard for the sake of convenience, let out a relieved sigh. "You scared me there, thought you were from the Guard. How are you fairing my friend?" Pete wore a perplexed expression on his face, this man was awfully kind to him for some reason. His beardless companion attempted to speak to the other in a hushed tone but unfortunately for him Pete heard just fine, "Don't put down your guard brother. We've never seen this man before, we can't trust him. Let us keep moving." The bearded one scoffed, "Come now look at him, only a resident of the court would come out dressed like that."
The gears briefly turned in Pete's head before a mental 'ding' went off. These clowns thought Pete was part of their Gypsy clan, apparently because he dresses just as strangely as they do. Pete's dim head tried to connect the dots to this oddness but decided it was just best to roll with it. Guess there were just a lot of large humanoid cats rolling with the Gypsies.
Pete let out a short cackle and pounded his chest, "That's right. I'm a bona fide gypsy. Just like you fellers." The beardless one huffed, "No you aren't, you don't even look human." Pete let out a humph and grumbled, "Has this punk looked in a mirror lately?" The bearded one intervened, "Now brother, we should at least test him. Tell me my friend, what is our mantra?" Pete pondered, he thought up nothing. Jig was up.
With a snap of his fingers, Pete Summoned three neoshadows in front of the two men. Before they could even think to run, the neoshadows surrounded them, and Pete let out an evil cackle. "Now see here," he said to the terrified men, "you're gonna tell me where your little court is or my trusty minions are gonna rip yer hearts right outta ya! What'll be boys?" Of course he planned to take their hearts all the same, but there was no sense in telling them that. They hesitated, and as the seconds rolled by Pete slowly began to raise his hand in preparation for the order to attack. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 23:41:26 GMT -5
Swift was a soft spoken fellow. Given not only their size, but strange race, the tailed behemoth was looked upon with wariness and fear. Often the brute would sink their shoulders and try to seem as small as possible and portray a non-aggressive nature that their kind was certainly not known for. Galka were often highly aggressive and the warrior race were a proud sort, but experience has taught the brute humility. They keep their head low and words gentle. Swift humbly kept their hands folded, fingers free from the straps of leather that wrapped their hands like gloves. Many saw the brute as indecent since their legs were bare, due to the braguette they wore.
After being brushed off several times, there were one or two people willing to answer the Galka's question, albeit after making the pilgrim lift some heavy things. They did not at all seem reluctant to offer their services for information. They way Swift saw it: helping another in need was most important. Even if this did not lead the mage to helping the Gypsies, of what the mage had come to learn what these strangely, segregated humans were called, they were still able to assist in the daily lives of another.
Finally Swift had gotten a break and was told of the places these Gypsy folk hid. Not many wished to associate themselves with the strange peoples, believing them messengers of the devil, harbingers! The Galka could not believe it! To call a peoples these horrible things ... it made the mage recall the words Galka were called, and often still called. It made he mage's heart ache. The brute proceeded along their way. Perhaps it was too late to catch the thieves? They only hoped to make it in time. This city was as confusing as the Elvaan town. It did well on a view of war, but this place seemed to center around the Church. Certainly they could find a means of peace?
With a sigh Swift found himself rounding a corner. Voices? Had they brute ears they would be pricked up to the soft noises. Bright eyes blinked, body no bothered from the morning in the sun. Swift reached up to pull down the hood of their robes and peered around the corner. There stood a number of fellows, conversing, but what came next struck the brute's heart with surprise! What were these shadows? Were they minions of the Shadowlord?! Swift reached out their hand and stepped forward.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 19:43:52 GMT -5
The bearded one was about to blab. His heart was weak, and these strange shadowy creatures filled him with fear and dread. He assumed Pete would let them free if he told, so the best option is clearly to tell him what he needs to know. If he weren't so full of fear, he could probably realize that the fat cat in front of him was not at all very smart and thus easily fooled, but his mind was clouded. The beardless one remained brave however. He was confused by the sudden betrayal, but not willing to give up the location of his loved ones.
Pete's hand hung in the air as he waited for them to talk. He was about to throw his hand down to order the attack and the bearded brother was about to reveal the location of the court when...footsteps. Rather heavy footsteps. Pete's ears twitched as he heard something approach and with curiosity he turned to see who would be dumb enough to approach such a scene.
The last thing Pete expected to see was a portly dog looking monk walking toward him with an outstretched hand. What, was it Halloween over here? Who did this larger man think he is? Ruined Pete's grove and everything.
Pete stomped his foot and gave the monk a stern scolding, "Hey beat it fatso, can't you see I'm workin' over here? This is private like see? You ain't invited."
He turned to send his heartless minions upon the Gypsies only to find that they were gone. He looked to his left and found that the two had bolted while the monk had distracted him. Pete growled and pointed to the man, "Take 'im down boys. I'll handle the runts." The neoshadows turned to the man and began to stride toward him, indeed intending to place harm upon him. Pete meanwhile ran off after the fleeing scoundrels, silently hoping they would at least lead him to the court. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 16:16:32 GMT -5
Swift was not aware their face was ever so interesting. That fuzzy mane of black and white made the Galka seem beyond the mature age of a proper adult and driving them into its twilight years before its time. There was never a moment the brute did not wish for its elder years. At least by than the accumulation of knowledge would provide them with substantial experience to teach others. For now Swift could only do what they could to help others along their way. The good made mistakes and sometimes they were labeled as evil. Sometimes the evil did good and were never recognized for their deeds. This fellow was no exception.
They seemed scared of Swift, frightened. The dark markings under their eyes did give a look of mischievousness, but the brute did not have it in them to be so cruel, they were no longer a child. Just one look at the mage and the poor men ran off and it seems the young pilgrim also angered the rotund fellow. Swift was not very heavy set, but the robes could easily make it seem so. A Galka's body was naturally fit. They were, quite literally, reincarnated into these sorts of bodies. They were born to fight, battle and grow big. The desert would not accept weakness of any kind.
Seeing them all run, hurt. The brute pulled its hand back and clutched it to their chest. The Galka's mouth would part, as if to question the cat's accusations, but the peach faced aggressor was quick to verbally assault the hefty brute and send forth his minions. From sight the group soon left. Swift was left now with a swarm of unfamiliar beasts. They looked like kin to the Shadow Beasts, the Demons that once pervaded the lands, and now only stand prisoner and remained in the Northern Zvhal Castle. They were small, diminutive, but still avatars of darkness.
They did not reach for their weapon straight away. Soft grunts escaped the brute's throat. "Stay your hand...." He softly requested. The creatures would not.
If Swift dallied too long the figures would be far too gone for even the fast-footed Galka to catch up to. The brute looked to the shadows as they twitched sporadically and drew nearer to its form. Swift's sandals shuffled as they cautiously stepped back. As soft spoken as the brute was, the words needed to cast their spells were always spoken with great determination and pride. The brute raised its right hand and chanted the words which would evoke the spell. Eyes closed for but a moment as the warm mana flowed through their fingertips and the warrior's spirit channeled into the spell. Swift threw out their hand along with the spell, allowing it to erupt over the Shadows, hopefully nailing one of them with it.
Banish was an explosive spell of pure light. It focused in a single space. The eruption of Light is sudden and can be painful, more so to those that follow the path of darkness.
Swift hoped it would be enough to take care of the shadows, but if not the brute would draw its shield onto its left arm and charge through them. They had to keep up with the stranger folk. The thundering beast charged through with little care as its size was an advantage in close ranged combat, at the very least. Lack of armor did sometimes put Swift at a disadvantage. Even so the brute would run as fast as they could after the others, only looking back to make sure those creatures were deterred after the Banish spell.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 12:09:27 GMT -5
The heartless stood no chance. They were soundly beaten by Swift's assaults with nary a struggle. Understandable really, what did they expect to do against such a burly foe? Well my guess is that they expected nothing since they were mindless, but nonetheless they deserved what came to them. However more deserving was Pete, who was currently huffing and puffing his way through the streets, chasing after the more athletic gypsies.
Pete was beginning to feel winded, it was so very hard to keep up with these upstarts. Oh how he wished he had saved his heartless for later, then he could have summoned one to chase them down for him. Could of, would of, should of.
He kept up a good pace though, quite surprising for a being of his size. However it did not last as the fat cat soon tripped over himself and fell on his large jawed face. He let out a loud moan as the pain set in, pushing his upper body up with his hands to get his face off of the pavement. He shook it about to flick out the fuzziness, and looked up to see where his victims were running off to. Sadly, they were long gone by now. Pete had lost them.
He quickly dragged himself to his feet and looked in the direction which he saw the gypsies last. Full of anger, he pounded his right boot on the ground three times before throwing down his hands. He was so close, this hit would have been the payoff of the century if it weren't for that...large monk man. Oh that nefarious scoundrel, this was all his fault! It simply had to be, for it could not possibly be Pete's fault. Not one bit. Pete shook with anger briefly before turning toward the direction he came and stomping off. "When I get my hands on dat palooka," Pete said with zeal, "I'mma gonna blow him ta pieces. I'll show him not ta mess with me!" [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 17:17:17 GMT -5
Swift Oryx [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top ] | "Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?"
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Swift looked back in hopes that the creatures were not following them. They had not the foggiest that their size alone was enough to send off such small things. It was often the mage tried to use their words, but those were creatures of unholy magnitude that could not be consoled. They regretted their untimely response. All life could be saved and hoped that in the next life, the Galka could sooth their aching souls. The brute took a moment to clap their hands together and pray for the Heartless, unaware that without a Keyblade, their act of assault would ensure their revival in the near future.
After a moment of asking for forgiveness the Galka resumed their hunt. Unlike a Mithra, Galka ears were not very sharp, but their vision was fantastic. The deserts deprived one of needing useless senses, and hearing was one of them, as the howls and echos of the empty deserts distorted everything, which was good for one who slaved away in Hume mines all day. They were less inclined to headaches and phobias from long hours in crowded conditions. Subterranean work was natural to Galka, so even the tight and narrow alleyways proved to be of no consequence to the mage's navigation. With every step their hand brushed along the walls. Every brick and gutter of caulk had its own tale to tell, which the older brute gladly listened.
They came to a stop. They had lost the folk? Suddenly Swift could hear the complaining moans of the former cat figure. They stepped out into the open, a soft frown cutting that noble visage belonging to the Galkan peoples. The brute crossed their hands in front of them and looked to the raging male with a questioning glance, an almost sad expression. It was not hard to hear the bellowing complaints carry down the allies, even for a low-hearing creature such as Swift was.
"Tis true? Have I caused you grief?" Swift was downright ashamed. How could they apologize? "Is there any way I can make up for my discretion?" At least the brute hoped they could and not call any further wrath from the fellow.
NOTES: Subservience squandered
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2013 15:57:39 GMT -5
Pete stomped along with vengeance burning in his eyes. Nemesis herself wouldn't have been able to contain the craving of revenge that pushed Pete ever forward. Back to the the monk, back to the inconceivable fool who thought he could interfere on someone else's business. He didn't care if it took hours or days or even weeks, he was gonna track this- oh there he was.
I mean, AH HA! The conspiring antagonist reveals himself! Pete was ready to give him the thrashing of a lifetime. First he was gonna give him a big old helping of nose bleed, then he was gonna trounce him around the city until he could say the Latin alphabet backwards. Then- wait a moment now, the monk spoke.
He offered help to Pete to rectify the situation, and although Pete was fully enraged he quickly realized a cunning plan to use this to his advantage. If the monk really wanted the help like he said, then he can help Pete find this gypsy court and then take him down with the rest of those gypsies. Perfect plan, no flaws whatsoever. Think it, cash it, do it.
Pete attempted to simmer down as best he could and in a pretend sad tone he complained, "Doh it's just dat it took a good long time to track those thugs down and you distracted me. I'ma law officer see? Captain Pete from the uh, sector 7 space police department. I was just about to bring those space travelin' thieves to justice when you went and showed up. Now if you wanna help out, you gots to help me find the court of the gypsies. That's what they're hiding as ya see, gypsies. There, that's how ta help. Now get helpin'."
Full proof, can't fail, wonderful. Pete was completely confident in this tall tale, and assumed that the portly man in front of him with an unfortunate face would fall for it easily. I mean, who wouldn't? [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 2:30:29 GMT -5
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Swfit felt terribly. It seemed this fellow was a figure of authority? Swift had no understanding of space or travel through it. For the brute such things as the stars were there to be read. They were a force that controlled all aspects of life on Vana'diel, from simple cooking to the mastery of magic. The starts were never traveled unless by the spirits or Avatars themselves. The brute crossed their arms before them and bowed deeply to the figure. To think they had interfered with something so important, but even sill the mage believed that the criminals too deserved a chance to tell their story. All, in he eyes of Altana, could repent and change their forsook souls and abandoned lives. Even with the fate they were dealt in the past, Swift was accepted by her warmth and overcame their broken heart.
The brute put their hand to their chest and bowed their head. How could they say it though without sounding as if they would not assist? Of course bringing justice was important, but it did not make it right either. They, like all creatures in this world, had a reason for acting. It was not some randomized reason. The Goddess put them on this world just as Promathia placed Beastmen in this world, but even so the Beastmen too acted upon reason and could often be reasoned with. They had culture, family and beloveds. Even Promathia acted out of sorrow and jealousy.
"I shall help." It was his fault he disturbed his work. "But, valiant sir, if you would allow me: I wish to speak to them when we arrive, I -- I only wish to help those in need. You sir are in need. I shall help you and those I meet." For that is why Swift was placed on this world.
The brute suggested they ask those of similar persuasion. Being one of the cloth Swift only wish to offer them charity. There were no lies in the Galka's soft-spoken words. It was the only way to find their court. If Pete went about claiming they were an officer there were always those afraid authority would punish them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 22:44:38 GMT -5
((Sorry for the lateness)) "Oh sure sure, whatever you need bub. Just glad fer the assistance." Pete honestly didn't think it would be that easy, either this poor man had too much gullible in his water, or he was just too trustworthy. Either was a plus for wily Pete, taking advantage of the mistakes of others was his greatest talent. It should quickly be noted that Pete did not agree to hold up his end of the bargain. As soon as they found the court, this chump was heartless fodder.
Pete decided to agree with the man's suggestion of searching for similarly dressed beings around the city, which was a task easier completed said than done. These gypsies obviously weren't ones to just wander about in the open, Pete couldn't see anything but peasants. He kept up a swift pace, hoping that someone in questionable attire would eventually pop up around a corner. It took a great deal of walking, but Pete (and hopefully the portly man too) eventually came upon a bizarre looking street performance involving five brightly colored persons. Jackpot.
It was a five-way juggling act, each passing around several silver balls between themselves. It was admittedly trance inducing, especially with each ball flashing from the sun's rays. Pete, only for a moment, was filled with a child like wonder, pondering how on earth they could preform such a feat. It really was a dazzling sight, but in the blink of an eye it had ended, and after a fond round of applause from the many spectators the trope went on to a different act. This act only required four people, with one going off to take a breather in a nearby alley. Pete, having snapped out of his bamboozled state, nodded toward said alley as a signal for the portly man to follow him.
As Pete walked toward the alley, Pete whispered some instructions to his comrade, "Alright we're doin' dis by the book. The 'ol good cop bad cop see? You sprinkle some sugar on the feller and I'll-ahem-motivate him further if he refuses." They would soon approach the alley and come upon the man, covered in red attire fanning himself to keep off the heat. A caravan was parked on the other end of the alley, and the man was about to walk to it when he noticed the two figures approaching. The man stood still, his eyes rapidly moving from man to man in an attempt to read them. Pete spoke in a kindly manner, "Afternoon, the two of us would like to ask a couple of questions if ya don't mind." The man stared at the two for a bit longer, mostly because he was surprised such odd looking people even existed, but eventually nodded his head in agreement. Pete shuffled backward, motioning from his companion to the man with an "After you." From behind the portly man, Pete cracked his knuckles and gave the man a sly smile. This was going to be a piece of cake. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 0:21:55 GMT -5
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Swift was always prepared to help others, at whatever risk it was to them. It was the least the brute could do after sacrificing the lives of their friends. It was a horrible accident drawn out by their egotistical pride. Casting that pride away the brute could see more clearly, but that rage was still there. Being oppressed by Humes was bad enough, but they had lost their home to the Antica. The Galka felt a connection between him and the Gypsies and the Galka. It was perhaps a selfish wish to them these folk, but reconsidering their actions this was merely another means to the end.
They somewhat understood some of what Pete meant by the plan, though it seemed a bit underhanded. There was no need to scare the poor things. Swift sighed and let the fellow have his way for now. Perhaps he would see, in due time, the err in his ways? Swift hoped they could help Pete. They seemed to be habouring something that was unpleasant. It much reminded them of the jealousy of Promathia. Regardless the over-sized fellow went about calmly questioning the Gypsies. Many turned from the holy cloth while others regarded the brute with great suspicion.
"Certainly...you we just want to help. I offer charity to a people that have been abandoned by the authorities that be." It was truly close to the Galka's heart. They held out their hand to let the individuals accept their gift.
Swift wanted to show Pete, and believed that if he saw the destitute with his own eyes he could understand that it was not easy living so differently.
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Pete stared warily at the large man as he sprinkled kindness on the gypsy. The gypsy did not respond in a positive manner, smiling deviously. Most likely calculating the ways he could abuse this kindness to get away from these freaks and warn his comrades. Pete couldn't let that happen now could he?
Pete cut in on his companion's kindness act and pointed a finger sternly toward the gypsy. With a sour tone he began to scold, "Listen here you rascal. I got no time fer your snide little schemes. Fess up and tell us where your court is or I'mma gonna have to show you what for!"
The gypsy did not respond, simply resting his right elbow on his left arm as it hugged his waist and tapping his right fingers on his chin. An obnoxious smile stretched on his face. The fact that these two thought he would give up the hiding place of his people amused the gypsy. He planned to tell them nothing.
As the seconds rolled by, Pete became increasingly impatient, "Hey, what do ya think you're smilin' about? This is very important business so you better start talkin' or I'll start poundin'." The gypsy raised an eyebrow and scoffed. Pete took that as an insult. He narrowed his eyes that the cocky miscreant and was prepared to charge. If only there were a pacifist nearby to simmer him down and bring reason to the situation. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 22:52:13 GMT -5
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[/td][td] [style=height:1px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #2553fe;]"Reaching out, will you accept the help that I could not in the past?" [/style]
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Swift was quite regretful at the coercion. The brute disliked such tactics. It was very Bastokan. The mage reached out and moved to stand between the two. They stood to their full height to intimidate both their attempts at carrying ill will toward the other. Swift would be honest and turned to the Gypsy. Their bright eyes glimmered in the sun as their brows furrowed tightly. The mage has had enough of these games.
"Please, stop
[/u].[/color]" Swift strongly demanded and motioned their hand to show not only authority, but a sense of openness. The brute was deadly serious about finding this court, or at least a leader and someone they could speak to about it. Their size alone was intimidating, even if the cloths made the mage rather tame looking. No longer slouched and standing at their full height, tail swinging, Swift stamped his sandal covered foot. Were Nono here, the little moogle would certainly cause quite a stir and yell his pom pom off. " Some of your comrades got into trouble. I am worried for them. If you do not wish to speak, than where is the leader of your community? We need to confront this situation before you are all troubled by their acts." A sternness carried in their voice, a genuine worry. [/div] NOTES: A serious faced brute
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 0:01:02 GMT -5
The portly man put an end to Pete's rash brutality before he even began. He proceeded to act rather sternly toward the snide gypsy, and Pete had to admit he was impressed. He did not care to think that this soft spoken oaf could be intimidating, yet here he stands giving the gypsy a piece of his mind. He'd probably make a good heartless when it comes time.
The gypsy continued to stare, his eyebrows raised and his fingers still tapping. He was silent for so long that Pete was starting to think he was mute. Then suddenly he finally spoke, "We're gypsies sir, we are all in trouble." Pete was perplexed by this man's voice. It was sophisticated and feminine, yet had a certain sting to it which caused him to some how be menacing. What an oddball.
The gypsy lowered his arms and continued, "Our 'leader' is gone, off on a bit of business in the country. It'll be a while until he gets back, and usually our defenses are doubled while he is gone." He paused, mostly to torture the two strangers with silence. Pete naturally grumbled at the prolonged quiet but soon enough the man started again, "Though, I think I can get you in if it is that important. As long as you know for certain what you are looking for."
Pete nodded, showing a very rare form of honest enthusiasm, "Of course! We'll be in n' out in a jiffy!" The man looked around suspiciously before motioning with his hand for the two to follow him. Pete huffed with satisfaction, briskly keeping up with the rather quick footed gypsy. He hoped his companion would follow as well, though he secretly didn't mind either way. The gypsy's performing companions took note of his leaving and the man noticed their strange looks. He gave them a swift hand signal, and in a flash the band was back to their merry performance. Pete found these actions to be amusing, unaware of their sinister meaning.
The gypsy lead them to the city graveyard, and quickly after that to the entrance to the catacombs. Pete never fancied the idea of catacombs, large corridors filled to the brim with the dearly departed. Too spooky for him. This, was far worse than he could imagine. Wall to wall bones wherever you looked, darkness, corpses, spiders, and gusts. What a ghastly place, Pete found himself consistently gulping as they journeyed through the wet landscape. How on earth did these gypsies live in a place like this? As they went deeper it just got darker, leaving Pete to wonder why the man did not use a torch. Soon the shadows were too dark to see, and Pete pondered out loud, "Hey pal, how close are we gettin'?" There was a certain shakiness to the cat's voice that he desperately tried to mask, but his cowardice nature was wretchedly obvious. The fact that he got no reply from his guide did nothing to comfort him.
Eventually, as the sliding of bones underfoot grew quieter, Pete stopped himself and whispered, "Hold yer horses." to his portly companion. Something wasn't right. There were no foot steps in front of him. Pete couldn't see a darned thing and to top that their guide had disappeared. Pete stomped his foot, "That little twerp ditched us!" Quickly after, a voice responded, "No I didn't."
Boom, there was suddenly light all around. Dozens of flames surrounding the two poor saps who followed a gypsy to his lair. Carrying these torches were naturally more gypsies, carrying weapons, ropes, and chains. Most likely for the purpose of bringing these two under custody. Their pompous guide stood at the front, rather odd looking compared to his burly comrades. With a snide giggle he asked the two, "So boys what will it be? Shall we show you the court in ropes or in coffins?"
The gypsies laughed, the boys from before were quick to tell of their horrible adventure. They put extra detail into a certain fat cat and his slaves from the shadows. Many did not heed their tale, including the snide man. Yet when he spotted the fat cat man, he could only assume he was the same being from the boys' story. The odd dog creature must have been his partner in crime. Might as well put them off the streets, you know for the greater good. Pete was ready for a massive brawl, though he did peer to his companion to see if he had the same idea. I think you can guess what shall happen next. [/blockquote]
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