sdfka Because this needed to happen.trusts_noneJuly 14 2009, 04:38:26 UTC
Chataya walked the streets of the Market District, as she often did during the day. Some of the other girls rarely left the Madam's, preferring to sleep most of the day in preparation for the night's work, but Chataya loved the sunshine. She'd spent so much time in it growing up, and it had always been constant and pleasant.
It was also a good way to find potential customers. Husband's Alley was not the most widely-publicized area of the city - news spread mostly by word of mouth, from customer to customer. But Chataya had found that if she wandered the streets, she could often pick up business for the night.
Unlike many of the women on the street, she almost always dressed in long gowns, cut low across her neck and chest, and carried a light parasol to keep the sun off her bare skin. She wandered idly from shop to shop, usually only peering in through the windows at the assorted goods, sometimes ducking in to say hello to one shopkeeper or another.
Naturally, Howl carried himself from the beach into the beginnings of town with perfected elegance and grace. He walked as if proper posture had been slammed into his mind from a young age. Shoulders back, back straight, and the works. Anyone he did pass, who he deemed either too busy, or too homely to bother with, he shot an indifferent, but oh-so charming smile. If he was back home, he'd have his guitar on hand. That usually attracted the intellectual, beautiful players of his little game.
He came to a pause, however, hand having come to rest on the rip on his coat in a pathetic attempt to conceal the mistake. His marble-blue eyes wandered a bit further down the street, easily catching sight of quite the public attraction.
...Automatically, an endearing smile appeared on his lips and his gait turned from casual steps to purposeful ones.
"Good afternoon, do you have a moment?" he called to the woman.
I couldn't help it. The open log. It beckoned.trusts_noneJuly 14 2009, 06:09:53 UTC
Chataya half-turned from the shop window she'd been examining, glancing over her shoulder. The man approaching her was blond, blue-eyed - most likely not a native. He had a certain elegance in his bearing that made Chataya wonder who he had been before he'd arrived here. Then again...it wasn't as if such things made much of a difference. High- and low-born alike had been known to frequent Husband's Alley.
So she simply gave him her best smile and answered. Everyone was a potential customer, after all.
"Of course," she said softly. "Is there something I can help you with?"
then it did it's job ;DbeffeminatusJuly 14 2009, 18:49:52 UTC
A soft chuckle escaped the wizard as he drew closer, making certain to keep his coat from slipping from his shoulders, due to the tear. When he was close enough to the woman--who seemed quite comfortable with the surroundings and city--he brought his right arm out, displaying the long tear in the grandeur jacket he was wearing.
"Do you know if a tailor is close by?" he questioned, the sparkling grin still on his lips as his fingers held the fabric tentatively, so not to rip it.
For the most part, his little tantrum over the ripped jacket had settled, and now he was just seeking to repair it before more damage came. These things were easily fixable and...and therefore, had to be fixed.
It was truly fortunate Rukia had finished work for the day. She had been reading a certain novel the night before, one that was thrilling and full of suspense- and had taken to reading it during whatever small time she had in-between customers.
The story was eventful in terms of sword fighting and characters who were near death, yet it held a deep romantic tale within it. The story of a pirate and a fair maiden, separated by wealth and distance, threatened by the evil dragon that was to consume them all...! Would they escape alive? Would the lovers ever admit their feelings? Would Robert the Treasurer retrieve his lucky coin? It was almost too dramatic to bear...!
She had taken to sitting on a bench near the park under the shelter of a tree, enjoying what small relief from the heat it provided. The book was open in her small hands and held over her lap. Wearing a light yellow sundress sewn by Ishida, she continued to read with interest- her sunhat placed next to her along with her sword.
The layout of the area he was traversing through reminded him of Port Haven in a sense, but he didn't dwell on it too much. There was similarities to the grand city of Kingsbury as well, which inadvertently plagued the youthful wizard with a plethora of nostalgia. Of course, he ignored this sensation and continue walking, determined to figure out just what mess he had stumbled into--gracefully stumble, that is
( ... )
The story had quickened in its pace, the tension heightened until Rukia was reading with slightly wide eyes, eager to discover the resolution. Would the fierce pirate survive? He was cornered by ten of the Emperor's guards, all of whom wielded swords- while the pirate himself was with nothing! The leader advanced, swinging his sword at the pirate's exposed and unguarded neck-
A foreign voice suddenly burst through her tale, catching Rukia at a rare moment of being entirely off guard. She jumped slightly in her seat, the book flying out of her hands up into the air. A small "Eep!" managed to escape her throat.
It was another moment before she recovered and saw the source of her surprise. Shock turned to flustered embarrassment, quickly covered up in hasty anger. "Y-You fool! You should not approach someone is such a way...!"
Yes, that certainly is the person he spoke to through that handy journal. Another chuckle left the man's lips as he innocently reached for the book, handing it back to the woman, only feeling partially bad for frightening her. After all, women tended to make the oddest, and cutest, noises when they were surprised.
"My apologies," Howl chuckled and shot her another smile, not really being offended by her outburst. "I should have waited until you finished...but that may not have been for awhile." He tilted his head, sparing a glance back down at her.
Slightly annoyed and frustrated by the lack of light in the room she was renting at the inn, Seven had wandered out into the sun to work on her communicator. Now that another Starfleet officer was here, being able to use the devices as a more direct (and private) means of communication would be ideal
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Contrary to the woman's feelings on staring, Howl wished they would start staring. Perhaps his array of beauty potions and charms were wearing off, for as he walked, he was not spared a curious brow arch or an appreciative smile. Nada, nothing. It wasn't that the wizard was so vain to the point of obsessiveness, but it was nice to go out and have people compliment you on your hard work. Especially when you were in such a disarray such as this!
Though, when the blue-eyed wizard caught sight of something familiar from the curious journal he had been recording in earlier, he couldn't help but arch his brow. His hand fell from its protective vice-grip on his jacket to fall absently by his side. Wasn't that the woman who spoke of nonsensical gibberish? Surely she would be educated in a plethora of matters.
A Witch, even? It would be best to stay on the good side of things, despite his desire to just slip into a beautiful background and return home.
Just as Seven had caught Howl's attention, she noticed him as well--the bright blonde hair was striking enough, and the coat he was wearing was almost a distinctive enough identifier on its own. He'd put enough emphasis on it after all.
She slowed in her pace, then stopped, clasping her hands behind her back in her usual fashion. "I take it you have not yet found a tailor."
"Not yet," Howl chuckled and tipped his head to the side, bangs falling over his eyes like a veil. He paused before extending his hand politely, even though her hands were behind her, a charming smile gracing his lips as he did such.
"A pleasure to meet you in person," he added with another soft laugh.
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It was also a good way to find potential customers. Husband's Alley was not the most widely-publicized area of the city - news spread mostly by word of mouth, from customer to customer. But Chataya had found that if she wandered the streets, she could often pick up business for the night.
Unlike many of the women on the street, she almost always dressed in long gowns, cut low across her neck and chest, and carried a light parasol to keep the sun off her bare skin. She wandered idly from shop to shop, usually only peering in through the windows at the assorted goods, sometimes ducking in to say hello to one shopkeeper or another.
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He came to a pause, however, hand having come to rest on the rip on his coat in a pathetic attempt to conceal the mistake. His marble-blue eyes wandered a bit further down the street, easily catching sight of quite the public attraction.
...Automatically, an endearing smile appeared on his lips and his gait turned from casual steps to purposeful ones.
"Good afternoon, do you have a moment?" he called to the woman.
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So she simply gave him her best smile and answered. Everyone was a potential customer, after all.
"Of course," she said softly. "Is there something I can help you with?"
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"Do you know if a tailor is close by?" he questioned, the sparkling grin still on his lips as his fingers held the fabric tentatively, so not to rip it.
For the most part, his little tantrum over the ripped jacket had settled, and now he was just seeking to repair it before more damage came. These things were easily fixable and...and therefore, had to be fixed.
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The story was eventful in terms of sword fighting and characters who were near death, yet it held a deep romantic tale within it. The story of a pirate and a fair maiden, separated by wealth and distance, threatened by the evil dragon that was to consume them all...! Would they escape alive? Would the lovers ever admit their feelings? Would Robert the Treasurer retrieve his lucky coin? It was almost too dramatic to bear...!
She had taken to sitting on a bench near the park under the shelter of a tree, enjoying what small relief from the heat it provided. The book was open in her small hands and held over her lap. Wearing a light yellow sundress sewn by Ishida, she continued to read with interest- her sunhat placed next to her along with her sword.
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A foreign voice suddenly burst through her tale, catching Rukia at a rare moment of being entirely off guard. She jumped slightly in her seat, the book flying out of her hands up into the air. A small "Eep!" managed to escape her throat.
It was another moment before she recovered and saw the source of her surprise. Shock turned to flustered embarrassment, quickly covered up in hasty anger. "Y-You fool! You should not approach someone is such a way...!"
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"My apologies," Howl chuckled and shot her another smile, not really being offended by her outburst. "I should have waited until you finished...but that may not have been for awhile." He tilted his head, sparing a glance back down at her.
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Though, when the blue-eyed wizard caught sight of something familiar from the curious journal he had been recording in earlier, he couldn't help but arch his brow. His hand fell from its protective vice-grip on his jacket to fall absently by his side. Wasn't that the woman who spoke of nonsensical gibberish? Surely she would be educated in a plethora of matters.
A Witch, even? It would be best to stay on the good side of things, despite his desire to just slip into a beautiful background and return home.
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She slowed in her pace, then stopped, clasping her hands behind her back in her usual fashion. "I take it you have not yet found a tailor."
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"A pleasure to meet you in person," he added with another soft laugh.
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