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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 18:04:41 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Lindblum; Theater District ❦
With the Mist gone many of the Airships that had run on it were grounded. It took the Regency of Lindblum two years to start developing Mistless engines en mass. the Tantalus Theater Troupe was grounded until they could get a new Airship completed, but that meant getting the gil for it. With reconstruction on the Districts almost complete: the flow of visitors, that had the money to travel on the few Mistless ships licensed to fly, trickled into the country. Zidane was in the Theater District of Lindblum. Since the others were helping with the remaining fixes to the Theater and others in Alexandria helping Ruby at her bar, Zidane was one of the few active in Lindblum to be put to work.
And he hated it.
His blond hair was tied back with his blue ribbon as he walked back and forth along the cobblestone streets of his home. The short teen had been forced to pas out fliers on a play he would be playing the lead role, again not something by choice. He hated the lead role! There was a clear grimace on the Thief's face as he held out the flyers which were designed on commission by Artist Michael. He was already growing bored, annoyed by the monotone sounds of his own footsteps pacing along the sidewalk. The lead role was so annoying! He had to memorize way too many lines and be at the front of the stage. That was no place for someone as smooth as him! The other reason was that he had less time to really do anything else with near constant rehearsal. He had finally gotten a break only to be forced, by the Boss, to do this! He could have been at the bar drinking and talking to the ladies!
The young brigand sighed, resigned to his post. "Man.... this is lame." He complained. He still had twenty flyers to hand out and none of these high brow nobles seemed the least bit interested in a play with a face-less actor as the hero! He plopped on the ground at the edge of the street. He hung his legs over the curb and slouched. The remainder of the pile was set beside him. The Thief would than rest his elbows on his legs and nestle his face into his gloved hands with a pout.
There were way too many nobles in the Theater District for his taste, but it was good for the Troupe and Lindblum to get others to come along and spend for the sake of the country. He would much rather spend his time doing something else. A group of nobles came to a stop in front of him. They were all dressed with excessive frills and flooded the streets with their pompous attitudes. Zidane dressed nicely, but not to the extent that he looked like his tail was so far up his arse! Said tail flopped over at his side and twitched in indignation.
'Oh ho ho! I find your words hard to believe!' A noble cackled.
Zidane bitterly glanced up as his leg twitched as his annoyance grew.
'Oh, no, no! I swear on my priceless vase! I sold it back immediately!' The target of the other two's stares commented.
'My, to think... it was worth a fortune!' This noble appeared to be some sort of bird-woman.
'Prithee to believe my words!' The second noble demanded understanding. 'It was cursed!' He assured.
The first noble scoffed and flicked his feather, in his cap, back from his face. 'You speak nonsense! Nothing worth so much could be worth believing in a superstition!' He and the bird woman bean to laugh.
Zidane rolled his eyes. Nobles would always be nobles, though there was one noble he really preferred above anyone else. He wondered how they were today? He hoped they were working hard. He scratched at his head at the passing thought. This was stupid. He pushed to stand and picked up his stack. There was a way easier way to do this work! He glanced up to the Air Cab station and smirked. Oh... there was an easier way. With the mischievous thought in mind the youthful thief rushed off passed the three Nobles. They shouted in irritation, but he laughed and apologized half-heartedly as he rushed up the Air Cab steps. When he was at the top he leapt onto hanging edge of the roof. With his tail lashing out behind him, balancing him, he easily crossed along the narrow ledge with no fear of the height.
"Come one, come all! Tantalus Theater Troupe presents to you a grand new play!" With his words shouted into the air the thief let loss a parade of paper flyers which rained onto the streets or were taken by the airs swirled about by Mistless Airships rushing by above head. he smirked and dusted off his hands proudly. Less work was always best.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by yuffie on Feb 7, 2013 18:22:29 GMT -5
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I'm fly, the original. I'm sly, unpredicable. I'm nearly irresistible and I don't even try. I'm easily excitable. | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #669966; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #FFFF81; opacity: 0.9] Yuffie grumbled as she plopped down on the steps. She had decided to take a break from running around Radiant Garden and checking in on Traverse Town. The ninja had even popped into Edge to make sure things at the WRO were working out as well as she hoped.
That's why she had stopped by this Gaia. She had heard that there were hidden treasures around the world. Yuffie figured there might be some better materia on this Gaia. They were both "gaia" so they'd both have materia. Right? Well, it made sense in Yuffie mind.
"Hmm. This place is so big. Where should I start looking? She asked at the moment a boy ran past her with a monkey tail. "W-whoa! HEY!" she half barked after him. He announced something about a play before littering the area with paper. The ninja grumbled indignantly as she caught one and stomped up the steps. "Watch were you're running next time!!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 2:40:56 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Lindblim; Theater District ❦
This Gaia was a very strange place. The people were a mix of races, not just humans alone. From the nezumi of Burmecia to the Moogles of the world this Gaia was rich with races, and ripe with activity. The castle town hugged into its cliff-side nest, built on the cliffs high above where the mist once sat. Outside on the plateaus monster rich fields provided sport for many adventurer and danger for any travelers not wise enough to take Airships to and fro their destinations. With the ceremony and celebration that roused the country's streets one would think a new king was crowned! For the technology driven city of Lindblum the birth of a new airship was great reason to celebrate. Though it was nothing compared to the ancient vessel once commanded by the heros of the past, it was still an admirable vessel ready to herald in a new future.
The Tantalus Troupe were famous for their works in theater. With a brand new, msitless ship engine for their precious Prima Vista they continued to travel from country to country putting on their shows. It often kept the young thief from doing what he wished and seeing whom he pleased, but he had promised to never leave the band again, so long as he got what he wanted, after all it was their creedo. When the monkey tailed boy had heard the shout he would only offer a glance. Papers now raining into the streets he jumped down from his high perch after having dusted off his gloved hands. On his way down his foot snapped down and clapped on the cobblestone sidewalk. Beneath the sole of his boot lay pinned a flyer.
Azure eyes gleamed with a certain wild ferocity. They were strange. His pupils were a bit narrower than a human's, but considering his tail he was clearly no human. The way he dressed was not off-putting, but the manner in which he held himself made clear he was some sort of ruffian. His stance was lazy: shoulders were rolled back and his head cocked up and to the side. His arms were down at his sides, showing an open, forward stance. His eyes came upon a foreigner, but to the Lindblum raised thief everyone around here today was! She was dressed funny. Probably one of the thugs come over from Treno after their pockets. Without many of the nobles stuffing up Treno his fellow punks would have no warm pockets to keep their hands in, so they would look to follow the traveling big-wigs to pinch their purses heavy with travel gil.
That was another reason the boy was annoyed with being out and about. Being that Tantalus' work had strong presence in Lindblum they had to be sure to not let any outsiders ruin their peaceful gig. If anyone in the country came to believe cut-throat outlaws lived among them, even though their band were the gentlest of the gentile when it came to their lifestyle here, they were not so kind to thugs harassing their pockets. Guards were plenty strict with thieves. Being hung would be the least of his worries if someone got hurt during a job. He looked the foreigner up and down before he smiled. His lips pulled back in a goofy grin as his eyes pinched up. He crouched down and picked up the flyer from under his boot before walking over to her.
As he walked his tail swung in tandem to his steps, like a pendulum in a clock. The tip of the blond appendage was slightly turned upward so it did not drag against the ground. It was not really something he did consciously, just being born with it helped teach you really quick that rug burns on the bottom of your tail was a bugger to deal with! His blonde hair framed his face. Although he had a long tail, his face looked pretty human. Though his teeth were a bit more pronounced around the canines, it was not enough to be distressing or very noticeable, unless one stared.
He held out the flyer. "Here ya go," His accent was strange, but to others that were native to Lindblum it was pretty normal, though those of noble decent would vehemently deny such things. "Come to the show, yer a visitor right? Have a lil Lindblum hospitality!" He wanted to make an impression, but it was a bit more discreet so as to not draw attention.
On his hip sat his dagger's holster. Few around wore their weapons openly aside from the Knights, but his dagger was clipped into his holster for the obvious insistance of non-violence. His hair was rather long for a guy, and even pulled back in a ponytail. In such a place long hair was usually a style well placed on men, but he was clearly no noble, so it really seemed to be a roughish compliment to his ensemble.
Rumors of these strange treasures seemed to have followed the Treno nobles. It was no surprise. That place was in between the two greatest kingdoms in the world. The trade they received was often unimaginable. Oft times these riches came from the scrutiny of a merchant's life, other times it came from the warlords that smuggled goods in through raided ruins and coves that dotted the Continents. It was also not uncommon for the nobles to get their hands on something of incredible worth, or incredible dread. There were no shortage of rumors of curses that rose and collapsed certain Treno houses due to cursed treasure, but thieves would tell you they were not highly superstitious and believed only what they could hold in their hands.
He chuckled. "It opens tomorrow, best way to enjoy Lindblum is to experience its theater!" He was not going to give up a chance to talk to such a cutie. "You'll certainly be a gem in a sea of stuffy visitors." To a fellow thief it would be an invitation, extended from a native to a visitor. It was a good way to keep things under control without directly intervening. If she was just a simple visitor, she would, hopefully, take it as a compliment.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by yuffie on Feb 8, 2013 16:01:47 GMT -5
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I'm fly, the original. I'm sly, unpredicable. I'm nearly irresistible and I don't even try. I'm easily excitable. | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #669966; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #FFFF81; opacity: 0.9] The overlyexcitable ninja really didn't know much about the world. All she knew was this place was more crowded than the Golden Saucer when they were having a sale on tickets! Then there were the airships, they weren't that special back on HER Gaia. ShinRa had a few before and so did the WRO. They weren't used all that much and she was glad. Oh, how she hated those evil metal machines!
As for the silly flyer in her hands, she hadn't even looked at it. The monkey boy jumped down from his high ground and finally looked at her. The ninja was anything but impressed or intimidated. She did deal with a vampire on occasion and a broody Cloud. Zidane smiled at her after looking her over and picked up a flyer before approaching her. The ninja folded her arms and put most of her weight on one of her legs.
Yuffie had seem some pretty weird looking creatures, so some guy with a tail was nothing special. As he approached he offered her a flyer and she crumpled up the one she had in her hand and tossed it at him. "Unless it's a treasure map, I'm so not interested." She grumbled. "..and yeah, I'm a visitor. I'm sure normal people in town have no manner and just run through others!"
Zidane continued off as she got a better look at the guy. He didn't seem as snoody as the others, but she was still pretty ticked off. "I already said no, bub!" She stated, poking him square in the chest. "Like I have the patience to sit through some boring play about stuff I don't wanna know about.... I'm not here for the culture. But yeah, seeing these people, I guess I am pretty glowy and shiny." She stated, turning on her heels to go and try and find some sort of map or a rumor that seemed pretty legit. She wanted some new materia!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 19:16:07 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
This little brat! It seemed she was only cute when she had her mouth shut! Pesky foreigners! This is why he was really troubled about these droves of travelers! No respect! When his chest was tapped ever so invasively the brigand took it as a challenge and puffed up. he moved to swat her hand away and sneer. She turned away and moved to walk off. Treasure map? Who would openly give one to you!? He was about to open his mouth and let the fine culture of Lindblum's slumss really hit the traveler, but he caught his tongue and swallowed his hearty insults. He put his hands on his hips and leaned his head back. He took a proud stance before he smirked.
"Ah, that's too bad, after the show... I would have perhaps let you in on the rumors I heard about these... treasures..." He shrugged and looked away before he turned heel. "After all... I know plenty of the nobles in town. I bet I can get you some info." Damn bold-faced lie, well mostly. The nobles did often gather around after plays to meet and greet with the actors. That was how Tantalus got information in their gigs. He really was not sure if he should feed the drive of another adventurer, but she was still a cutie, even if she ruined it every time she opened her mouth.
He felt accosted in his own home so he responded accordingly, without thinking! He was a bit reckless in that sense. He took a challenge, never thinking there was a bad side to it, but he would never run head first into a situation without considering the danger to those around him. Now he was not really interested in the Treno rumors, but he could not help himself sometimes.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by yuffie on Feb 11, 2013 18:20:04 GMT -5
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I'm fly, the original. I'm sly, unpredicable. I'm nearly irresistible and I don't even try. I'm easily excitable. | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #669966; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #FFFF81; opacity: 0.9] Yuffie had made it down a decent amount of steps before Mister Monkey-boy spoke up about the rumors going around involving the treasures. This obviously caught the ninja's interest as she turned and narrowed her eyes faintly at the blonde man. The expression on the boys face almost seemed like he was toying with her. So, the ninja quickly moved back up the steps, getting in the kids face a bit since they were similar in height. "...You're not lying, are you?" She asked.
There were only four things you didn't joke about with the ninja. Those things were materia, treasure, transportation, and her food. She liked to add in that she didn't like to be joked with in her sleep, but yeah. That one never stuck.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 20:06:55 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Shit
He caught himself in a lie. He would have to follow through. The blonde male brushed his gloved hand through his blonde hair. Those piercing blue eyes were so alien, it was haunting the way the slightly narrowed pupils stared out and gleamed with an unnatural excitement. He let his thumb and forefinger roll the thin string of ribbon bound around his neck. He held his head up and his hand on his hip. The proud actor and thief would muddy his way through this situation. He rolled his shoulder i na light shrug.
"I'm the lead role in tomorrow's play. Nobles hold actors in high regard, especially from my Troupe. We're famous! The Tantalus Troupe proves entertainment for royalty on their personal requests!" That was no lie, by any stretch. Behind him his tail swayed a bit faster than what was normal for him. He gave a smirk. "In fact...you're a visitor right? I know the owner of the Inn, I bet I can get you a stay for free, no way he'd deny such a lovely lady." The princely thief bargained.
He did not appear to be lying, but it was his grace. He was raised with a silver tongue and mastered it. The boy could sweet talk nobles and shit-talk with the best of them. He was good looking, young and seemed far too small and weak to cause any trouble. His smile was bright, sparkling with his intent. It was the mask he was trained to wear in public, to appease them, to feed them.
"I'll introduce ya to the nobles after the play, show you how to peel trade secrets from them." He smirked. He made a flourishing bow worthy of a noble, something a common brigand was even capable of! "Zidane Tribal is my name....that name'll get you a few free drinks 'round here too." He gave a wink as he rose to stand. "Your needs mi'lady, are mine to offer as a proper gentleman.... I will be your guide til the show tomorrow." He was essentially offering her a night on the town. Shit, he had to keep up the ruse, but he was becoming interested. this girl... she was no Treno thug, nor was she some common thief. Oh, this would be fun. What sort of secrets had she?
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by yuffie on Mar 22, 2013 22:51:26 GMT -5
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I'm fly, the original. I'm sly, unpredicable. I'm nearly irresistible and I don't even try. I'm easily excitable. | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #669966; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #FFFF81; opacity: 0.9] The ninja stared the boy down. It was true that she wasn't the brightest materia in the armlet, so it wouldn't be too difficult to trick the sly ninja. She watched as the monkey fixed his hair before continuing off. The girl rolled her eyes as he gloated a bit before offering to get him a room. She let out a childish noise as she folded her arms. "We have to wait till TOMORROW!?" She grumbled a bit and puffed out her cheeks in disapproval.
He continued off saying he'd introduce her to some nobels and that they'd get more information that way. "...So you DON'T know where these treasures are. Figured." She grumbled again.
The monkey boy introduced himself. "Yuffie.... Yuffie Kisaragi, the White Rose of Wutai." She stated with a grin, stealing his hand to shake it before letting go. "I thought you'd have some name with 'monkey' in it or something. Zidane.... Zidany....Zid.....Ziddy. I'll call you Ziddy!" She giggled with a nod after pondering the nickname for a bit. "You can call me Yuff if you want. Though, my friends usually call me Yuffie... So it kinda doesn't matter." he babbled on a bit.
That's when she folded her arms. "Alright, now we get serious. Tell me whatcha know 'bout the materia.. I mean treasure. You said you knew some rumors. I could totally go scout it out and meet you back here tomorrow to go huntin'." She suggested.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 2:24:53 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves The boy was a bit troubled by the unexpected response. The actor smiled and motioned his hand. She went off and play with his name in such a strange and odd manner. The boy rubbed at his head. That was an inventive way to call him. He was not really used to nicknames like that. He would, perhaps, have found 'monkey' more settling. With that put, aside the thief put his hand on his hips. Behind him his tail batted around as he mulled over his thoughts. She questioned him and the fact he possibly had information on the treasure. Of course he did. They were the ones looking for it all this time.
Well, more so him. "Ah, sure I can tell ya what I know." She was going to sneak around? Perhaps he could use her to find out some information he was hoping to gather, but being busy with the show made it hard. A smile came onto his face. "I heard that the Industrial District was looking for new materials to build new airships. They ended up finding something in the old excavation site in the Qu's Marsh." At least that was what he heard. Much of that place was unstable so it prevented a lot of work from being done. "They said they found these strange corridors. That place is pretty loved by treasure hunters, but this area is supposedly unexplored, a collapsed tunnel revealed the catacombs. But, the workers aren't really divulging much to the public about it aside that it's dangerous and full of monsters." She could probably find some things out being a girl. It was not easy for a suspicious, obnoxious young man to question those big, burly fellows in that district.
It did not help he was a troublemaker sometimes. The young man wrote the name of the Business District's inn on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "Just mention my name at the inn, I'm sure they'll let you stay for discount." He still found 100gil rather pricey, at least a helpful little Moogle lived nearby. "Well I'll see you, Yuff. If you ever need to find me I live in the Theater District. I'll be at the playhouse rehearsing for tomorrow."
The theater house was rather well build. After the reconstruction the theater was their main source of income to bring the economy back to stability. The boys were proud of it. It was a pretty busy season with all the nobles from Treno. There were no lack of pompous asses anywhere on Lindblum's streets. Maybe he would have a bit of fun. A smile drew on his lips before he gave a wave. He made his way to the aircab with a bright grin. Perhaps she could find out what he had no time to. Oh he would be sure to interrogate the nobles later. He would not be surprised if they heard about the secret in the excavation site. It was not beneath the Treno nobles to hire thugs to scout for them and bully the explorers out of their turf.
The workers in the Industrial area would not be easy to crack. Those catacombs held resources important for the continued reconstruction of Lindblum. Collectively, among them, was a bit of information indicating the location of the catacombs. They had left behind a few Guards to ensure no one got in, but as soon as the Teams excavated what they needed it would be free game. Knowing how fast Cid liked to work, it would take them about a day or two to fully explore the place, leaving the rest to people like Zidane and Yuffie.
The play was in one day, so by the evening grand parties were begin held in the pub of the Industrial District. Actor and workman alike were pounding back drinks to settle from the day of rehearsal and stage production. The young thief would likely be among them that night.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2013 16:42:56 GMT -5
“Who is he?” a woman whispered in a worried tone doing her best not to peer in the direction of the strange young man that was currently within the theater causing trouble without even noticing he was doing so.
“I don’t know. You should go ask him,” the man next to her whispered as he turned slightly to look at the young man that was currently kneeling in the center of the now empty stage, the actors and actresses had stopped prepping for rehearsal and took to hiding when the unexpected visitor came.
“I don’t want to go over there!” the woman hissed in disbelief that the man had suggested such a thing. “What if that is a monster or something? You should go over there. You’re a man, so be brave and tell him to shoo or something,” she whispered back to him as she peeked cautiously over her shoulder to glance at the figure on stage. He was still there not moving as if he was a statue. The sight unnerved the woman and she quickly turned back to face the entrance and the man.
“Maybe we should call the guards,” the woman suggested in hushed tones.
“No! What if he isn’t a monster at all, but just a visitor of some sort?” the man began, but stopped as the woman placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward glaring at him angrily.
“And what sort of visitor comes in like he did?” the woman asked barely holding back the yell that threatened to explode from her. The man opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as an eerie feeling settled into him. It was an uncomfortable vibe that screamed danger and one that made the normal wish to flee. The man’s words dried up as he looked over at the stage where the strange man was still kneeling. He shook slightly as he continued to watch the man that was there. He didn’t know what to do or say anymore and who could blame him? The whole ordeal leading up to this very moment had been strange. Let’s back up for a moment, shall we?
Before the appearance of what the theater folk were beginning to call the “statue man”, life had been pretty normal. As usually everyone was busting their butts preparing for rehearsal and the big play that was supposed to happen tomorrow. If they weren’t scrambling to complete orders given to them by their superiors then they were fussing over costumes and make up. Things were running smoothly all the way up until it was almost time for rehearsal to start. Just as the stage crew was making the final preparations for the umpteenth test run, a strange phenomenon happened at the center of the stage.
A strange blackness suddenly stained the air, growing from a small hole into a large one that was big enough for a person to fit in. Terrified of this strange hole that sucked in the air, the people nearest to it had ran away in terror while the bit more curious and bold had held their ground long enough to see what the strange hole did next.
Instead of trying to suck them in, the blackness had quaked and trembled before it began to pull back and away from an object coated in silvery material. As the darkness continued to pull back and grow smaller, the object was revealed to be a man in a strange armor set designed to fit him like a second skin. The armor covered him almost fully giving him the appearance of some sort of strange knight although he lacked the weaponry to go along with said description. Despite all the armor and even the strange visor with four glowing eyes, two to each side, covering his face, the man on the stage was weaponless was indeed without a weapon...unless one counted the claws on his fingers that is.
The weaponless man remained kneeled down on one knee, his right hand resting on the ground palm down causing the claws to gently rub against the floor of the stage as the arm and hand supported some of his weight. His other arm rested on his raised knee, equally as threatening as the right hand. The figure was imposing and it did not help that the kneeling man reeked of death, blood, and a darkness so deep no one dared to figure out where it came from.
The figure made folks flee, hide, and debate in hushed whispers as to what to do with him, although he did absolutely nothing to show himself as man or beast. He simply stayed in his position, his armor heaving slightly under his light breathing as the light caught on the simple silver bracelet on his left wrist. The crimson tear drop trembled slightly with his natural body vibrations as it shimmered lightly in the light.
Staying still, he listened to what was happening around him as he kept his head bowed. It wasn’t until he sensed the closeness of two powerful auras that he recognized as Light that his head moved slightly, the visor covered face looking up and locking on the entrance where the presences were coming from. One was moving. Moving towards his location...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 9:43:43 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
A day before the play's grand opening, the monstrous arrival of this visitor was a bad omen for many of the theater workers. Though they have worked with Tantalus for years, and continue to remain unaware of their more nefarious practices outside of the playhouse, this did not seem something they would be unable to handle, but it was at this given time that many of the main crew were likely already drunk with cheer in the Industrial District with the teamsters. The terrified looks of those that remained in the playhouse for the night, to specially prepare this play for the people of Lindblum. Yes it was a great celebration and a show of their pride as members of this Regency and its accomplishments, but for it to be interrupted with such confusion and peril was a warranted omen, and perhaps remnant fears of the Black Mages that had brought such great terror years before.
'Quick!' One called. 'Call a guard and someone get the boys back here!' The nervous curtain-master called. Without a second urging the stagehand rushed off and out of the theater.
Into the cobblestone streets of the night he ran and made his way to the Air Cab. This left this stranger in the playhouse, gawked at by the wary eyes of those that have either experienced first hand the terror of the Black Mage's arrival and the taste of war still bitter on their tongue. None made an inappropriate move. They could only pray their hard work would be for naught. The state had been solidly built, the walls of the District raised by the many scarred and blistered hands of the woodworkers, masons and glassmakers. They strove to rebuild their homes, but was this a sign they were wrong? Was this the end of the theater?
The air was tense. They could not, would not, let it end without a fight.
Back in the Industrial District spirits were high. Music played to the tune of drunken merriment and a young thief currently wore the empty breadbasket on his head as he danced about in the front to the beat of clapping hands, stomping feet and the airy tweet of a flute. The drinking had been going on for hours and far beyond midnight. It was than the doors burst open, the panting form of one of the theater's stage hand stumbled in.
'We've trouble!' Were the first words out of his breathless lungs.
Those that believed themselves unseen would ready their hands. They would not be pushed around. If the stranger was some sort of new golem or terrible Black Wizard, they would be ready this time. Still mildly taken by their drinks, the story offered by the stagehand of a man appearing from thin air seemed farfetched. Though the young thief was aware of some of the things he had seen on his adventures as outrageous and downright impossible. Many of those things still were tightly pursed behind the lips of the leaders of the four kingdoms and was something never to be spoken of again until the hearts of the people were healed from the hatred fed to them by a source unknown to this world.
The thief felt a somber sobriety returning to him. It really could not be the case, he was pretty convinced of this. They entered the theater with a spirited gusto, the troupe and the theater's workers always ready to defend what was, to them, the heart of their home. This was the district where their art flourished and where people from around the world came to see them perform, hear them on stage. It was where they could become powerful knights, warriors and scholars where their caste and education did not allow.
The troupe themselves were the only ones typically the few that carried weapons in the open, due to their travels across borders, but the others that arrived behind them from the bars were quite ready. The barely sober monkey-tailed ruffian motioned his hand.
"Chill out..." He tried to calm the partially drunk and clearly tense few that witnessed this fellow's shady arrival. He staggered forward, shifting the tense air a bit. His tail swayed from side to side as he slowly approached the fellow like one approached a wounded animal. His hands were out to show he was unarmed, but his body was ready to move in case he would be at the worser end of a pair of hidden fangs. "Hey fella, yer freaking these good folk out, what are you up to...?" He seemed calm, but also inebriated. His intentions were passive, if anything else.
He really could not risk trouble for the nobles that swarmed into Lindblum from Treno. If they caught wind of any disturbances they were screwed. Someone had word of this weird treasure he kept hearing rumor of, plus he had a lady to impress! Call it competitive, or call it the greedy nature of a thief, but if some vagrant from another gang came all the way into Tantalus territory with their ear to the ground it had to be worth it. Those two-bit Treno thieves really hand't the mettle that they did.
They had 16 hours before the show began at six that evening. They needed to settle this situation cleanly. Zidane glanced behind him and motioned his blue eyes. The fellows that had followed suit from the bar pushed the theater doors closed to keep any trouble in, if possible. As they moved to close the door he moved to step closer to this knight. He did not look like a Black Mage, which calmed his heart greatly, the harsh beat now only rolling to the alcohol that lit the fires of his belly.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 18:05:24 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay.)
The white haired mercenary remained quietly kneeling on the stage for a moment as he looked at the door, trying to read where the two sources of Light were. One of them had begun to fade, but there was one still quite strong within this world; however, that Light was far off and not a threat at the moment. So with nothing better to do, the mercenary stayed still as he instead watched the people around him as they reacted in the most normal of fashions to his untimely and even more unnatural arrival. Remaining a calm isle in the midst of the chaotic sea, he watched as people chatted and threw out orders to others.
He heard a lot of talk of calling guards or summoning back up from whoever the ‘boys’ were. Regardless of this talk and even seeing a person hurry out of the area to obey a painicked curtain master’s command, the mercenary remained still in his spot as he took a moment to read the air and figure out what it was that had the people so on edge.
It was true that he looked intimidating and it was also true that things coming out of Corridors was not a normal occurance at all, so he could understand that his appearance could indeed shake someone; however, there was something else in the fear that hung in the area. Something that told him that this fear was something else. This was an old fear, one born of past events that may have scarred the world forever, but finding out what exactly that event was was a problem. It wasn’t like he could simply ask the wound up people and receive an answer, so he was left to guess as to what it was that made them squirm so much.
Maybe they had never seen Corridors... or if they had seen them, then perhaps the fear was because an enemy had traveled through one before him and caused havoc in the world. Maybe Corridors meant trouble for these people. Or maybe this was a world that had never seen “magic” before.
As he moved his head slightly this way and that way, he took in the homely theater that was standing because of the love and dedication of the people. If he were to judge this world by this place alone, then he say magic was the last thing on these people’s mind.
Whatever the truth was, Deshi gave up on finding it after a few minutes. There was no use in pondering things he would not be able to figure out any time soon. Besides, he had this world the Light had brought him to to deal with. On top, of this he had to discover his purpose here. Light….it pushed him in places he didn’t know and gave him not a clue as to what it was he was supposed to be doing in the new world. Contracts with worlds were easy. After all, a contract meant simply defending a world’s state from being flipped into something else. A contract was designed to stop the chaos of fighting and the damage left behind by the victors.
Contracts were simple and easy to understand, but this? This random tossing into random worlds? This was something the mercenary was not used to. In the past, he had mastered the Corridors to the point where he could go anywhere he wanted without a problem, but every since the calmer Beast had come in and replaced the more unpredictable version before it, his ability to control Corridors had been lacking as of late, leaving the Light and Darkness to toy with him and toss him wherever they pleased. He hated this lack of control and being used as a puppet by some higher being, but there was really nothing he could do about it. The situation was what it was, so all Deshi could do was adapt to the curve balls thrown at him.
In any case, Deshi continued to think from his kneeled down position until the sound of feet moving unsteadily towards him drew him back to reality. Looking forward once more, Deshi spotted a group of drunk, armed men coming through the doorway, the panicked people looking relieved at their entrance. These must’ve been the 'boys', but Deshi wondered just what sort of skill they had. He could see they were armed despite their light weight clothing and while they were drunk, he knew better to than to underestimate them. Drunkards could fight well and sometimes better than those that were sober, but Deshi was hoping this encounter did not turn into a fight. He hadn’t come here to harm anyone, but if one of them made the wrong move, it would indeed be over.
Keeping an eye on the men from behind his visor, Deshi’s attention was drawn to a youthful and short young man that wore clothing that suggested he was well off in life; however, there was something in the way he carried himself and the daggers he wore that made Deshi question just how he got to be well off, if he was indeed that. Narrowing his eyes slightly behind his visor, he let the man approach taking note of the other's caution underneath the drunken swagger he had and the strange sort of monkey like tail that lashed the air from behind him. A curious sight that only made more questions come up in Deshi’s mind; however, he held his tongue and remained still as he continued to watch the young man.
This one did not seem to want to fight. In fact, he was telling the others to stay calm while approaching with his hands before him, showing he was not armed. Whether it was the alcohol or not, Deshi gave the guy his props for staying rational underneath it all. As a result of the non-hostile approach, Deshi, who had been kneeling up until then, shifted in his spot letting himself fall a bit to the left side as he sat down and watched the other calmly from behind his visor.
Natrually the action caused the tension to come back again, but the mercenary did not mind as he focused on the man who spoke. He considered his question and might’ve given him a quicker answer had he not noticed the way the blonde looked behind him and seem to give some signal that caused the others near the door to close it. Trapping the tiger in a cage until things got sort out. To this Deshi sighed lightly as he shook his head. With his visor hiding his facial expressions, he refocused on the man before him and answered his question.
“My apologizes for causing such chaos. I am merely a traveling mercenary that has been pushed here for reason even I cannot understand,” the mercenary said in a calm voice devoid of hostility or any emotion for that matter. Regardless of the tone, what he said was true. He didn’t understand why he had been brought here. Just like he did not understand why worlds sought to employee him from time to time when it came to defending them. The puzzle was complicated and a headache to put together, so to keep his sanity the mercenary kept what was going on around him simple.
In this case he had been tossed into a new world with the sole mission of figuring out what it was he was here for. Whether it was to simply explore or actually help out with something, he wasn’t sure of yet, but in time he believed the pieces would fall into place. For now he focused on the tensed folk around him and the man that had drawn closer to his position on stage. One thing at a time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 2:03:56 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves It was hard work getting drunk, so sobering up lacked any sort of reward for the young, mischievous brigand. It was not something one could say the young man was overly attached to the act of drinking, but the rewards of remaining inebriated far outweighed the consequences of sobriety. A fight would only stir strife and discord in a situation he best felt an event to be celebrated by everyone!
The young actor stood in a lazy, lackluster posture granted of one that lacked the exceptional training seen of nobles. His arms crossed over his chest as his head canted to the side most curiously. Right foot would scratch at a stray itch behind his heel brought on by the strange and sudden position switch. As his tail work to counter his balance, his sandy bangs brushed over his face when it twisted in thought. This exaggeration of motion painted a picture of the boy right off the bat. He was not one to behave deceitfully, a misconception that thieves were drunks, vagrants and lairs! But he was a blue-blooded actor and showed his emotions clearly for those before him, whatever mask his choose to wear on those days.
On this day he had to play role of negotiator. Tensions were obvious. With war only a shy two years distance, fear still tapered the ends of people's hearts. He carefully eyed the male. They were oddly addressed, but it too carried an air of familiarity. He looked like some sort of knight, but he belonged to no country here. The stranger seated himself. Being the host the young male felt it was best to reciprocate the action. Zidane crossed his legs and dropped down in a smooth motion. His hand came to his chin, gloved fingers tracing his smooth features. The faceless warrior begin to speak and their admittance of being a mercenary drew in numerous blanks for the thief.
He was not present for the wanderer's sudden appearance so had almost no inkling of the fantastic manner hr arrived. The boy drew in personal experiences. He knew a man of great height and admirable ferocity. He had great skill when it came to dropping in unexpectedly, granted his size. Zidane nodded and gave a cheeky grin. The smell of alcohol traced the edges of his breath as did a few letters of his speech did sure to brush too closely to the roof of his mouth.
"Don'tcha worry about it! I think everyone is ready to collapse from all the work we took in preparing the show." As golden as his smile was, thoughts gnawed in the back of his mind.
This was strange, way too odd! The number of strangers coming to Lindblum who were not given association with the deep-pocketed nobles seemed aware of something he was not. He really hated being out of the loop when it was involving treasure... Zidane took it onto himself to get to the bottom of these curious events, but first thing was first! There was no need to be inhospitable to a traveler! Ever energetic the boy hopped to his feet with that acrobatic body trained into him. He held out a gloved hand to the stranger.
"Pay 'em no heed!" He laughed. "My name's Zidane, Tantalus Troupe's youngest and current lead for the company's celebratory showing of 'I Want to be Your Canary'!" He boasted, though still a bit perturbed by the same fact. "Come an' have a drink with us! You're probably tired from your trip too." It was a simple offer of food and shelter for the night, from one adventurer to another.
While pleasantries were divided among the drunk and sober rabble, trouble reared it's head in Treno. Lord King seems to have been robbed, a feat never before successfully committed. The whispers of possible suspects spread, but with many of the usual fugitives off and about Lindblum during its influx of travelers: it left city streets safe while the roads and skies more traveled were quite perilous.
Lord King sent word: "The legendary Gold Armor? It will return to me of it's own accord, leaving a trail of dead."
The words were callous, cold and slowly travelled the roads. With highwaymen sometimes turning to slitting the throats of camping merchants, rumors tracked in b l o o d y f o o t p r i n t s followed after. Fear fueled rumor and word that Lord King's Armor was cursed, and the rewards it would bring were one stand able to break it. The secrets of course lay deep in the Auction House and Lord King's Manor, where torturous dungeons awaited any fool enough to break into his abode.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 18:36:00 GMT -5
Deshi remained on the stage not seeming to mind the tension around him as he instead paid attention to the drunken man before him. He watched as the other remained relaxed and used his right foot to scratch the heel of the opposite foot while that tail of his swished along to keep him balanced. The blonde man was quiet as his facial expression changed as some thought crossed his mind. Despite this, the man never attacked or suggested he wanted to, so the longer he was between Deshi and the hostility behind him, the more relaxed this “trapped tiger” became.
Deshi fed off the calmer energy of the blonde not sure if he actually liked him or not, but definitely decided he was not worth attacking. The guy seemed respectful enough, so Deshi remained patient with the man that acted as host for now. He let the group observe him as he sat down on the stage shortly after the blonde had gotten closer. Not worried about the others around him, Deshi watched as his standing host mimicked the his own action, tilting his head slightly at the strangeness of it all. Why would someone mimic his action? Was it a game? A defensive action or simply custom?
As curious as it was, Deshi didn’t linger on the strangeness long. Instead, he simply accepted the fact that they were now on eye level and simply rolled with the rest of whatever played out. When he answered the question posed to him by the other, he got a blank look at first, but then as if drawing some form of conclusion from the thoughts that went through his head, the blond gave him a nod before smiling in a way that suggested he was quite comfortable in his own skin and not afraid of the world. The boldness was an interesting thing to note and something that could get one in trouble if taken too far. Luckily, this confident attitude just seemed to be the man’s way. When the man opened his mouth and spoke, Deshi did not flinch at the smell of alcohol that easily penetrated the visor he wore and reached his nose. He was used to all sorts of smells thanks to the arena…and alcohol was actually one of the more pleasant of the smells he had encountered. In any case, the words that came out of the other got a nod from Deshi as he listened to the man speak about work and plays. Plays…he had read of them in a book once, but never actually remember going to one. He began to wonder if the plays here were like they were in that book— beautiful and fun. His thoughts wandered off topic for a bit, but just as quickly as he was distracted, Deshi was brought back to reality as his attention snapped back to the man that had unexpectedly moved.
Tensing slightly, he watched as the other literally sprang to his feet with energy and grace that belied his drunken state. Half impressed and half cautious, Deshi continued to watch the man from behind his visor before slowly relaxing once more. As he relaxed, the other held out his gloved hand to him.
He looked at the hand for a second before looking back up at the man that was speaking. He was introducing himself as Zidane and boasting about himself with words that really didn’t affect the mercenary who didn’t quite understand it all. Perhaps the boasting came from the alcohol in the other’s system…or maybe he just liked to be the center of attention. Whatever the case was, Deshi did his best to follow what the man was saying before he focused on the words following this introduction—the offer of hospitality....
To this Deshi hesitated. People weren’t nice to him for just any reason. Surely, this was a tra—
You’re not in the arena anymore. Take the slight risk, his mind told him. After considering that truth for a moment, he nodded inwardly as he moved to get to his feet not quite as energetically as the other, but gracefully nonetheless. As he did this, he allowed the visor to slid back into the head piece revealing his tanned face and the single brown eye that watched the world cautiously from under the locks of white hair while the other eye remained covered by the makeshift eye patch.
In that eye and between the scars of battle, Deshi did indeed need a break from it all, so remaining cautious, he took the other’s gloved hand in his own armored one being careful not to crush it as he shook it. “Deshitana or Deshi,” he responded back calmly and then paused as he finished the handshake and let the other’s hand go. A second of silent thought and then, “Thank you for your offer. I’ll take it and in turn, I offer my services to you and your group.”
The mercenary made his trade that would last as long as the relationship between him and Zidane remained good. After all he was not into getting things for free; however, his kind host had the choice to reject the offer or not.
Meanwhile, the tension and fear that had lingered in the theater had flown out the door and instead filled the streets as rumors of Lord King’s legendary Gold Armor being stolen ran rampant and began to fill the minds of the people like a plague turning the streets into dangerous roads to travel. Ones where death waited around every corner for the unsuspecting man or woman.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 15:54:02 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves Finally able to see his face Zidane gave the boys a smirk and thumbs up. They all seemed to relax and allow the conversations to continue. It was hard to tell, from an outside perspective, exactly how he dictated their safety by just seeing his face. It was more a matter of trust. The stranger seemed well enough to show them his face, and was highly unlikely to go on some rampage after all that. The boy always tried to find good in others because.... just because. Zidane was glad to see his offer accepted. He knew it was strange being somewhere unfamiliar and could offer pity for everyone really looking at you like you did not belong. Perhaps it was his nature, or some strange sense of not wanting to take from her what he never had. It was the reason he often busied himself with the Troupe. Not only to progress in his apprenticeship, but to avoid the danger that followed the callous whispers of nobles. Being cornered was really not a good feeling. He did not dwell on those thoughts long though. It was early in the morning and there were still barrels of untouched booze left back at the Pub. Zidane would graciously lead the stranger along, enthusiastically explaining every little thing, the boy quite proud of the bustling, capital city he called home. He was teased by a few of his compatriots for his zealous guidance. After flipping them off with a hand gesture that provided, quite clearly, what he felt of their teasing, laughs were shared as they would once again arrive at the pub. The boy offered to buy the stranger a drink and food. Zidane pulled himself onto he barstool and it slowly became apparent how rough the crowd was. It was not long before curses were slung through the air and profane gestures were offered to accompanying, lewd comments. The young man seemed to stay relatively unaffected, save for the occasional slur thrown his way, only for it to be thrown back in kind, with a laugh. His tail moved with his emotions and seemed to be a window into his true thoughts. Now he gave no word earlier to the stranger's offer of service. The more he thought about it, the more they appeared to behave similarly. He did not refuse the stranger's words, because people had a tendency to think what they thought and nothing you could do could ever change it, unless they traveled the world with you. This made Zidane chuckle softly. His alcohol induced buzz was starting to tetter away, so he was mellow. He was not one really able to binge with his buddies. It always ended up badly. the last time he drank that bad was when -- he almsot lost the most important thing in his life. Man that was bad. He never drank that hard again. In the back discarded instruments began to play. Piano keys chimed and the strings of old violins were scratched as the cacophony of tunes eventually began to play a gentle melody that would relax the rowdy crowd. The somber melody made the boy grin widely and chuckle. It reminded him, because the song was a score in the play they would be putting on tomorrow, for the celebration. The musicians of the troupe were already excited it seemed. " It's an old folksong, an anthem to soldiers unable to return from battle." He explained as he sat up and made motion with his hands as if playing the violin. His drink sat half full on the counter, the condensation beginning to run as the rocks of ice clinked together in cheer. " We are putting on a play in the morning to commemorate the building of the new line of Mistless Airships." he explained before settling his hands on his lap. " You should come along, a fellow like you might enjoy it!" Ah, but what did he know? Plenty! Who did not enjoy plays? They were the entertainment of this world and the heart of the culture. WIthout them the stories of the past would surely wither away. He thought a moment before something caught his attention. Sure everyone would be there. Visitors from across the Kingdom had arrived the night before to be sure to arrive early. There may be no rooms at the inn. Zidane had offered, so he could not just leave the poor guy hanging were there no rooms. " And if ya have trouble findin' a place ta room for the night, feel free to crash at the Theater." The stagemaster probably would not like someone loafing around without putting work in, so maybe they would put the stranger to work a bit. " But in the mean time, enjoy yourself, I mean if ya got any questions let me know! Lindblum is my backyard!" That was what he offered. Though work would soon come, many would choose to drink through the night. The young thief, as to not sully his first big performance, would be the first to head out among the rowdy crowd, who seemed to take to the stranger, simply called Deshitana, as quickly as Zidane had. Of course the thief would stay to humor the stranger's questions, were any to be had, but slept awaited the wicked. During the wee hours of the morning, people would arrive from their travels with the sun beating their tails behind them. A mix of commoners had arrived on foot, or via airship. Among the commoners were many questionable louts looking to take advantage of the crowded city during the celebration. It would be a loud, crowded day and the guards would have their jobs cut out for them. "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."
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