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| Far Off Destinations; [P] Radea | |
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| Veradisia Addair | Oct 1 2011, 03:06 AM Post #1 |
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What a treat! Veradisia had been blessed this night. Dorian had business within the human city. His goal to no doubt bring back a girl or two to join the ranks of the undead in the Under. However, he had invited her along, and that's all the vampire had cared about. It was easy to put aside her distaste in his assignment, her unhappiness with his mother for insisting such things when this was a result of such treachery. She was here. After centuries of dreaming of it, picturing this very city in her sleep, in her endless daydreams. She finally stood within its gates. Stronferth. The smells in the air were intoxicating, the feeling of the wind on her skin invigorating. She'd never quite felt this way before... Of course, Dorian had insisted they travel in disguise, wearing mortal masks so as not to add to his mother's brewing war. All Indira needed were cries of vampires in the city. But, if anything, the guise thrilled Vera even more. Her skin was warm, and the silver in her hair had turned a golden blond. The violet in her eyes faded to a pale grey, and the blemishes and scars that traced her skin seemed to darken with the changes. It was exciting, to look more like them, to feel more like them. The most fun she'd had in a long time. And she had been anxious, so anxious to flee the Prince's side; to leave him to his business in favor of a thorough tour of this massive city and all it had to offer. Pulling the furs of her coat tighter about her fragile form, she continued down the cobblestoned road. Her lips were curled in a giddy, nigh childish grin, eyes sparkling as she took in the sights. Already the other districts had played host to her gaze. This seemed all that was left. And though it was apparent that the darker inhabitants of the city dwelled here, it didn't matter. If anything, this had been the most exciting aspect of Stronferth so far. A pale hand ran across the cold stone of an old, dilapidated tavern as her steps clicked past. The streets were teeming with people, that is, until the vampire stepped closer. It seemed they all scattered at her presence. Such a shame; how she'd have loved decent conversation. Nevertheless, it was hardly a deterrent and with eager steps she pressed on, turning corner after corner, slipping from alleyways to streets and back again - until something caught her eye. Something in the distance. A silhouette of a man... of an entire crowd. And none seemed the scattering type. |
| Radea | Oct 1 2011, 03:28 AM Post #2 |
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A typical night, if ever the man had one. A small crowd had gathered for the regularly scheduled show as he dashed the air with powder giving off phantasmal bursts of light. Young children and grown men alike thinking the illusion absolutely amazing. His lips bore a smile, he had even practiced it enough to put some warmth behind it. Snapping his fingers another pinch of powder burst in a green flame, highlighting his face, the same powder used in his other profession for blinding anyone who might catch him. As the light faded he leaned down to a small boy. "Well now, what is your name?" A smooth, refined voice dripped from his lips. "R...Robert, sir." How cute, the boy thought he was the king of the world because he had been singled out. Patting the young lad's head, Radea produced three coin sized balls between his fingers. Waving them in front of the crowd. "For each of these, I will tell you something in this child's future!" The crowd murmured. No, the man could not actually tell the future. What he could do, was tell one hell of a lie, maybe even three. Tossing one into the air, he snapped his fingers, caught it and made it vanish; hidden up his sleeve of course. "He will grow to have an arm fit to hold a blade." Surely at some point the lad would butter some bread. He repeated the process again, the crowd entranced as this time the ball seemed to dissolve in midair, quick reflexes snatching it while all eyes that he knew of were still following its path upward. "His words will be heard by many." Not that anyone will ever care, even a drunk is heard after all. The last ball he placed on the child's head, and amused to see another onlooker approaching the crowd, he flicked it at her. "Women will not be able to help themselves from eyeing him." Should he grow up handsome, great. If not, a wise women will eye a thief and cling to her coin purse. "That's all my friends, as always thank you and I hope you enjoyed the show." He flourished a bow to rival a true noble's. Little Robert tugged on his coat tails as the crowd spread about, each talking about the feats they had seen and heard. "Do you really mean it mister? The things you said?" The man could not help but laugh. "Of course kid, every word is the truth. Would I lie to you?" |
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