As Pure as the P(u)resent

by **Octo** Fri May 20, 2016 3:37 pm

Face-to-face to a lady! And inside one of the town's finest taverns, to boot? Cheers!
Told her one of his good ones! He did, he did!
The lady's expression shifted slowly! Oh no, oh no!
She got up-and-over-and-away-and-the-other-way-around from her seat! Her feet hit the floor like a stick hitting a drum at every step she took towards the door! How brutish, it was!
She didn't push the door - she banged it open! Kinda like how you'd bang - well, you know.
And... Gone! Gone, she was! And our young hero? All alone now, he was! Bar the fifty or so people in the bar at that time.
Irrelevant! Irrelevant, they were! Until another cute bambina showed up.

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Ale... What are they teaching all these bambine, anyways? Horseback-riding? Pole-vaulting? Wood-pecking? They're all so stiff! No humor! No humor at all! It's as if they took every single other person I've ever met in the ever-flowing effervescence of the Evermore! And turned their dials all the way to zero! My cousins'd get facial deformations from the sheer amount of frown-inducing behavior these porcos are preaching! Unforgivable, e qua!

Well, well! I'll just have to find some bambina that isn't as much of a roughneck as all those beef-buff barbarians that asked me if I wanted to follow them into a shady dark alleyway on my way here! And perhaps those charming maidens will finally be able to clack some cackles to my humor! They will, they will, sì!

It's as they say! "Plenty of fish in the ocean! Plenty of treasure under the soil! Plenty of hair on the head! Plenty of rats in the sewers!" Vero, verìssimo!
I'll just have to pull out the cheese and hunt yet another rat, I guess.

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Luteccio kept all comments to himself as he watched the young lady storm (or, rather, maelstrom) out of the bar.
As soon as she left, he turned back towards the counter and took a sip from his latte.
All he had to do was just hunt for a better game. Something that'd earn more bang for his buck. Kinda like how you'd bang - well, you know.

by Hush Sun May 22, 2016 8:09 am

The woman walked out of the inn, irritation in her steps, exasperation in her eyes. She walked out, and then she stopped. For the tiniest of moments, she stood still, glaring at the figure in front of her; a nondescript being of average height, its features hidden beneath a long brown cloak and a simple white mask. The woman hesitated - not just because of how out of place the simple figure looked compared to the colorful town square of Giat Perr, but because of how lifeless it felt. Instead of being imposing, it simply felt empty, its almost serene stillness betraying no emotions. The woman hesitated, and then began to walk once more, this time more briskly.

She didn't know who or what that thing was, and she didn't plan on staying to find out.

He stepped into the tavern, immediately sensing multiple beings with varying degrees of magical power. One in particular stood out from the rest, both in terms of magical and material outlandishness. Although Purity could not see this being, he was connected to space around him through magical means, and could sense his presence, meters away. Although he could not identify the colors of this boy’s attire, he could feel the contours of his form, the shape of his clothing. The boy wore a sleeveless jacket above a simple white shirt, a jester’s hat and earrings. Purity also felt something else...wings? Yes, this boy had wings. He had encountered a few other winged creatures before, though none of them had been humanoid in form.

Suffice it to say that, in the month that he had been in Ael’ire, Purity had yet to encounter someone that looked like this. It was a unique experience.

He slowly moved towards the counter, waving the bartender away as he came to serve him. He walked up to the chair beside the boy, and gestured.

“May I sit here?”

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