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Lars L Lazarus Novice
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| Subject: Monster -Open- Mon Dec 15, 2014 10:05 am | |
| Like a damaged reel of videotape, a broken record spinning feebly over the fissure with ugly static warbling, sunrise for the shadows arrived with repetition capable of deadening even the brightest eyes into some dim, docile, sheep-like compliance, twilight a shade pulled at predictable, timed intervals and condemned to be hatefully rejected by the destroyer for what it was, what it meant. Squabbling dogs all around him nibbling their ticks, jockeying for position, rutting to produce piss-soaked replicas of themselves, they had no power here, and likewise he could barley focus on his own. Even had he possessed the mental capacity to muse consciously on all this destructive nonsense, there would be no means to such an end. What did wolves have but their dens, their hunts, their skittish fear and inevitable extinction? Blazing blue eyes scanning the colorful walls of the area as his body began to quiver. The pain the man would suffer was one he wished no one to witness...it was best he suffered alone as he always did but...he had to do this. Set down this destructive path Lars smirked deviously...turquoise blue eyes narrowing neatly as he checked his watch...wouldn't be much longer now. 'I'm coming for you...' He thought to himself, approaching the tea shop in which he had been informed he would find what he was looking for...A smile crept upon his lips as the halfling continued onward...he wore a black outfit. A jacket with a fur rimmed collar with black cargo pants complete with knee pads and military boots. And to top it all off his trademark headphones that hung around his neck... Approaching the entrance to the shop, Lars reached forward. Opening the door cautiously as he walked in...bright lights flaring as several gazes landed on him. Examining him as if he were some kind of animal...Lars stood in the doorway silently, his own gaze going through the customers until he at last landed his eyes upon her...so his source was correct. growling lightly, he made his way through the small crowd...moving to the table she sat at with her...companion and reaching out. Grabbing a chair from another table and pulling it up next to them, taking a seat and pulling down his hood so the old lady could see who he was. She glanced at him, and a wide smile spread across her face. "Ahhh...so you must be the Freelancer." He greeted, looking up at him with a look of amusement. Lars scoffed at her, leaning back in his chair and crossing his leg...so this...was his client. | |
| | | Asti Novice
Posts : 6
| Subject: Re: Monster -Open- Mon Dec 15, 2014 10:40 am | |
| She knew she couldn't rely on petty handouts for much longer. Any day now, she knew the money would stop dripping her way and at some point she would have to start making her own way. Where had this train of thought appeared from? Well it had been two years since she'd moved out of the familial den, from her two faced yet loving parental unit. She recognised her fathers kindness in allowing her unrestricted access to his coffers but it was only a matter of time before something went wrong. That he would have a change of heart, or that his secret life as a water-bender trapped in a secular, non-bending parliamentary puzzle would be discovered. It was all becoming too risky.
Asti breathed a sigh of relief that she had a hobby, one that she discovered could bring in money in this city famed for it's trade. Whilst her money may have a sell-by date, her source of import was immortal, and she delighted in new ingredients, the art of blending teas. She hoped that perhaps, somebody else would take an interest in them too. Her first attempt was a safe bet. Asti was no stranger to 'The Tea Pot' tea-shop and had actually become good friends with the owner. If anyone were willing to give her a chance it would be them, she thought...
...As it turns out, business simply isn't so easy, even if you have good friends within it, and now she found herself with a tray precariously balanced on her fingertips. Even more precariously, rested a pot of highly spiced chai-tea and a handful of small ceramic cups. Asti made no attempt at hiding the hesitation on her face, moving from table to table and offering patrons tasters of her most reliable blend.
Customers seemed constantly on the move, and whilst she may have been uncomfortable, she knew that no success was without its due effort, and so Asti moved with them. Clearing her cups from deserted tables, cleaning them and moving towards the next new arrivals. 'Is this my life now...?' she contemplated, realising she'd become her mother as she hovered automatically towards the tea shops latest arrival.
"Welcome to 'The Tea Pot,' I hope you don't mind if I take this opportunity to introduce myself." Her eyes remained heavy on the table, keeping her balance steady as she laid down a fresh cup. "My name is Asti, I'm afraid I don't usually work here but I've been given the opportunity to introduce the stores patrons to my own special blends and I would be incredibly grateful if you were to try one of my favourites and give me your thoughts." The customer service speech almost oozed out of her mouth, dedicatedly keeping eye contact to a minimum despite the draw of the customers strangely turquoise blue eyes and shock of white hair. She was in the zone.
Not too shakily, Asti took the tea pot from the tray and poured the small cup just to the brim, before placing it back and giving a small nod of her head. 'And top off the deal with a little eye contact for friendliness...' She thought, as she straightened herself up for the big finish. "And of course if you would like to purchase some then please do not hesitate to..." She stopped herself as she finally noticed the intensity at the table, and her face flushed red to match it. This was shady dealings, she knew it was shady dealings, surely everyone else in the shop noticed it was shady dealings. The only thing stopping her from asking them whether what they were partaking in was in fact shady dealings or not was her beet-red shame and her inability decide where to go from here. | |
| | | Lars L Lazarus Novice
Posts : 4
| Subject: Re: Monster -Open- Mon Dec 15, 2014 11:36 am | |
| Time. The line of everlasting existence through events and history? Or was it something more? Fact was, time was not something that could truthfully be explained by anyone. It was infinite. Just like the mysteries it held deep within its roots. Many thought of time as a way to recognize the present...Others believed it to be so much more. A force beyond comprehension doing its work unintentionally and perfectly all at once. The stubborn existence of organization that held the past within a seal. The bringer of the future and the giver of the present. Some believed time to be a god all itself, invisible to the naked eye and unheard through religion. It very well could have been. When phrases are shouted out like ‘we are out of time!’ or ‘Times up.’ To some they are just phrases, to others they are tribute to the all mighty god of time. Whoever it may be weather it was real or not. Or perhaps…for something to be real one must simply believe it to be real? Faith was a powerful substance in many cultures throughout history.
Consisting side by side with time was the gift of memories. A function of history stored within the subconscious of ones mind throughout the period of their lives. Of course…there were always memories better left forgotten. Despite the fact memories would always eventually be forgotten in the downward spiral called time. The memories of the past, of those before us. Never told from the beholder but often from the witness. Stories and legends passed down generation to generation but with each generation only losing more and more of the truth as the line between reality and fantasy grows ever so thinner. It was the same with the beings that traveled the world. Over time ones blood does not strengthen. It weakens. If one were to make a copy, of a copy, of a copy it would not come out stronger. But weaker. This has always been true. The memories that held the truth where lost…forgotten In time.
At this time...Lars was looking for someone. Someone he had heard of recently. The man was alone... He had no family, not anymore. No allies, no teammates. No friends...nothing except for an idea. An idea that needed serious development...and if his sources had been correct. Then this old woman held very sensitive information that the white haired boy needed...as the woman opened her mouth to speak, they where suddenly interrupted by one of the employees.
"Welcome to 'The Tea Pot,' I hope you don't mind if I take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Asti, I'm afraid I don't usually work here but I've been given the opportunity to introduce the stores patrons to my own special blends and I would be incredibly grateful if you were to try one of my favorites and give me your thoughts."
Sparda's bright blue gaze averted to hers, looking into her orbs as his eyebrows narrowed.
"And of course if you would like to purchase some then please do not hesitate to..."
...ok then. Lars simply stared at her for a very long moment. Tilting his head and looking at the cup of tea she had just poured, he reached out and grabbed it. Taking the cup and sipping on it as he purred at the taste. The old lady looked at the girl and smiled.
"Thank you young lady...that will be all." She told her. Lars reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of about thirty coins, handing the employee that money in an open hand as he sipped on the tea. And such good tea it was. | |
| | | Asti Novice
Posts : 6
| Subject: Re: Monster -Open- Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:27 pm | |
| ...He...He seemed to be enjoying it at least. Asti continued to stare at this blue eyed stranger a moment longer than he had seen fit to look back at her, and was only pulled out of her daze by the soft croon of the older lady's voice. She smiled back as sweet a smile as she could manage. Perhaps this wasn't such shady dealings after all. She turned to face the blue eyed man again as he lifted an open hand towards her, a bag filled with what looked like 'far too much coin for a cup of tea' purched calmly in his palm. At first, without even thinking she raised her own hand to accept the offer. It wasn't actually until she lifted and felt the weight that she realised that this amount of money was out of order and that she should pour at least another 5 cups of tea to make up for it.
"Oh my goodness, I'm afraid I couldn't accept so much money for a single cup! Please, let me pour you another and I'll fetch a bag of leaves for you take with you!" Asti flustered, placing more cups down for each of the patrons at the table before proceeding to fill them up one by one. As she made her way around once more to the blue eyed man she began to calm just enough that she dropped the tea pot on the table, sending tea splashing across its surface. 'Oh, shit.' She internalised, only a heart beat away from allowing the words to slip from her mouth. Her mind swapped into automatic, and without hesitation she waved a hand over the table, drawing the tea that lay spilled on it into a flue and directing it into the spout of the tea pot.
"I'm terribly sorry about that! Let me just take this away and boil you up a fresh batch as an apology." Throwing everything that was seated on the table back up onto her tray, she turned and headed for the kitchen, leaving a bone dry table behind her where it should have been dripping with chai tea. Where it should have been dripping with chai tea...
In the safety of the kitchen, the last minutes events ran through in Asti's mind, as she realised she'd used her bending in public. Not just public, but at a table of shady dealings no less! She wondered if the old lady was slow enough not to have noticed. Had she drawn so much attention that the rest of the shop had noticed what she did? No, she wasn't trying to be dramatic, it must have been quick. Quick enough to go ignored? Perhaps. But that pit lay in her stomach, she knew that those blue eyes would have caught on.
The whistle of the kettle rang as the water reached its boil. Out of sight, Asti picked some of her blended leaves from its bowl with one hand and waved the freshly boiled water from the kettle to the tea pot on her tray with the other. She then took a plastic bag and carefully measured a large bag of leaves to give as a condolence. With a sigh, she acknowledged that she couldn't accept the money for this one, but if it was any payment for what just happened to go unnoticed then she could be happy. Painting on a fresh smile, she headed back out towards the table. "Terribly sorry to keep you waiting." She said, as she laid the fresh bag of leaves on the table and began setting out the cups again. | |
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