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| [Graded]A Sweet Wrapped in Bitter; Jace & Cynthia | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 1 2015, 11:26 PM (253 Views) | |
| Sir Slithers | Aug 1 2015, 11:26 PM Post #1 |
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Jace wandered the expansive city of Poinsettia, a city he'd visited multiple times in his past. The tall man in ragged clothes seemed out of place in the culturally and financially rich city. He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and let his trusty staff clack against the cobble pavement he strode across. His cloak was frayed and sandbitten, betraying his recent trip to the harsh deserts a few days ago. It wasn't fun, even to Jace, especially when his third reserve water bottle was pilfered by a Sand Sprite while he was busy documenting it's habits. The recollection of the event made Jace rub his forehead and inwardly groan at his past stupidity. He even remembers how hard his beloved friends Jinx and Evangeline laughed at the unlucky occurrence. The city offered him odd glances as he walked around with the presence of a warrior that demanded respect, and he might have received such if his unkempt appearance made him seem like a wandering homeless person... And he technically was, so he didn't blame the mix of mages and nobles doing their thing in the early morning of the day. Autumn was heavy at this time of year and the streets were lathered with the brown and red leaves of the trees that weaved between the grand houses. The nature-loving wanderer looked around with a smile on his face, turning midstep and spinning slowly in his stride to take in the beauty of the city. Despite his inherited disliking of the nobility in Fiore's cities, he adored how Poinsettia merged the beauty of the Lavender Forest that laid just outside it's walls with the ornate design of the city itself. His trail of thought was cut short as, when he finally turned in the direction he walked, his head met with the cold steel of a streetlamp, causing a hollow thud ring up the construct. Hushed laughter surrounded Jace, who laughed heartily and massaged the red mark on his forehead. The man was a formidable foe on the battlefield, attentive and harsh, but it didn't stop him from doing some pretty dumb things. He grinned softly and continued his stroll, his staff tapping the cobble in front of him once more, wondering what else this interesting, cold morning would bring him. |
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| 司 Mango | Aug 29 2015, 04:45 PM Post #2 |
What's The Point
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Poinsetta was a wondrous place to a child of Cynthia's sort- the natural beauty of the woods perfectly melded with the hustle and bustle of a city held many a sight for the ever-curious pair of crimson eyes that practically couldn't get enough of the place. While not quite old enough (nor quite sane enough) to admire such things as "culture" and "economy", the little girl could certainly recognize things that were pretty to look at. She had been here before - many times, in fact - but her rather...unique state of mind caused her to forget every single thing she had seen here, which is what tended to happen...everywhere. But no matter! She'd remember eventually. Probably. Hopefully. Whatever. Either way, Cynthia shuffled along the sidewalk, absent-mindedly picking up fallen leaves and crushing them in her left hand, her ratty old doll dragging along the ground by one arm in her right hand. The small girl was not of the best appearance at the time - she had just came back from a grueling trek that she had completely forgotten about already Cynthia didn't appear to mind her condition, gawking about at passerby and the city and in turn being gawked at by the same passerby. Conversations would die down, replaced with stray whispers of "Poor girl." as the albino female shuffled on by, and resume with lower voices once she had passed. Some people started to approach her, only to sigh to themselves and continue walking, while others kept their heads up, refusing to look at the child. A couple of children she passed by tugged on their mothers' arms, concerned for their fellow child's state of being, only to be hushed and ushered inside for breakfast. Cynthia only continued on, watching as people went about their daily business, setting up shop, getting groceries, walking to work, and smacking their foreheads on streetlamps. |
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| Sir Slithers | Aug 29 2015, 07:39 PM Post #3 |
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If the red mark on Jace's head didn't forcast an interesting morning, the sight Jace's eyes beheld after a few short steps away from the lamppost was indeed the marker. He saw, much to a mix of disgust, intrigue and worry, a horribly dilapidated child. Malnourished, scarred, disgustingly unclean and visibly unstable, a young child played an odd girl of picking up the dead leaves and crushing them in her small palm. The sight before him stopped Jace entirely, like a wall of guilt. He could faintly hear the city disregard and toss the poor mite aside like some common cockroach. To their credit, some were merely dissuaded from helping her by those around them... But still... Such inaction was unforgivable to the gypsy. His greyish eyes trailed the girl and his expression soured as a noble walked past him and along the pavement. Noticing the girl, he stuck his unnaturally long nose into the air and continued to stroll with an air of superiority about him. He wore robes far too expensive for any random noble. Silk obviously and made of vibrant colours that strike the eyes when the sun shines on them. Anyone would feel a dent in their pocket if they bought enough of those to be able to wear one out in public as casual-wear. Jace's eyes left the child for a moment to glare as the pompous fool made his way down the street. It was when the noble met way with the girl that things started to get interesting. It seemed the girl had somehow managed to step on the idiotically long tail of the robe, catching it and tearing the frail fabrics. She could've done this any number of ways, turning around, being attracted by the colours, etc etc. Hearing his money literally tear to pieces, the noble span on his fat heels and sweated a storm, breathing heavily before glaring down at the girl. "You disgusting little urchin! How dare you ruin my property! I'll see you hang for this!" The noble's rolls of fat wriggled under the tightly fitting clothing, making him seem like a walking goo monster. "This robe is worth ten times more than your miserable life, you bug! I hope you're prepared to suffer the consequences of wronging Lord Micolash!" A dumb name for a dumb man... but the dumb man was serious. He would really have an obviously harmed girl executed for something as petty as a rip. Jace had to move... Gods forbid he allow a child to be punished for what surely wasn't her fault. As the noble attempted to snatch the girl, either by the hair or the wrist, Jace stepped between the two and pulled the girl behind him. With his staff by his side he smiled curtly to the noble, putting on his politest voice. "Noble Sir, I'm sure you do not mean what you say. A minor rip that any one seamstress can fix without payment is not worth the public attention you will gain after the..." He looked around, people's eyes attached to the situation no matter how fast they moved along their way. "Controversial arrest of a clearly abused child. Think of the backlash." The flustered noble had no time to speak, Jace cutting any argument the man would've made with his disarming smile, threatening appearance and daunting height. He merely gave a puff of breath and turned away, a pat on the side from the tall man was all the noble needed to keep walking. With the situation diffused and people already beginning to forget about it, Jace sighed and (while discreetly placing a pouch of jewel from the noble into his pocket) turned to face the girl. He could smell her from where he stood, but he didn't care all too much. With a grunt, he crouched as close to her eye level as he could and gave her a warm, fatherly smile. "Are you alright, young lady? He didn't harm you at all?" His accent was most likely new to the child. He was sure she was fine and thus chuckled lightly at her answer. "My name is Jace, I'm a traveller. What's your name, little one?" he eyed the beaten bunny doll and continued. "And who's your friend there?" Edited by Sir Slithers, Aug 29 2015, 07:44 PM.
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| 司 Mango | Nov 30 2015, 12:08 AM Post #4 |
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What's The Point
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Cynthia hardly appeared to notice the exceptionally rotund man make his haughty way past her, instead electing to continue crushing leaves in her hand as if she were some sort of leaf-crushing robot. What did catch her attention, however, was the rather brightly-colored purple robe that flowed behind said rotund man. Being a small child (and rather unhinged, as some might describe it), and thus subject to uncontrollable impulses, Cynthia found herself intrigued by the color, and reached out to stroke the fabric. Unfortunately for the man, this also meant her foot would land on the part of the cloak that was dragging across the ground in front of her, tearing the cloak and tripping the girl, who was barely able to stop herself from faceplanting into the concrete. Of course, this also meant the noble would turn around and begin shouting at her as if she had just uttered a creative insult regarding his family or some such thing. That said, Cynthia seemed not to realize what she had done, instead staring up at the fat man with a look of detached interest, almost boredom, as if she was just waiting for him to leave her alone. Just as this "Lord Micolash" seemed about ready to grab her by the hair, the confrontation was rather suddenly defused by the appearance of a tall, oddly-dressed man stepping between the child and the fat man. Cynthia herself could only see the back of his long, rough cloak and stringy hair if she looked up. Even as he spoke, the little girl couldn't help but gently stroke the cloak with one hand, her stuffed animal in another hand, its limbs limply sliding around as her arm moved. The orphan's hand drifted away when the newcomer turned around, falling to her side as her head lifted up just a bit to meet the man's gaze. "M'name's...Sin. Something Maxi-blibbidy-blah-blah. It's long n' stupid n' I don't remember it." Came Cynthia's response, followed by a little noise of appreciation in response to the man's 1) not inquiring about a pair of Ents like literally everyone else, and 2) remembering to acknowledge Bugsy. Hardly anyone ever recognized Bugsy! It was the polite thing to do, after all! "Hm, hm. This is Bugsy! He's my best friend. Say hi, Bugsy!" With that, the child made the doll wave at the older man rather adorably (or, rather, it would have been adorable had said doll not been mangled beyond recognition). |
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| Sir Slithers | Nov 30 2015, 11:35 AM Post #5 |
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Jace, his warm smile never faltering, listened closely to each word the child said, giving each syllable a place in his memory. When he heard her try to give her name, he gave a small chuckle and little head bow. "Nice to meet you, Sin Maxi-blibbidy-blah-blah." He never spoke a word about any carers the girl might had. He didn't want to know of people that would let a girl become so disgustingly malnourished and mistreated. When spoken to about the toy, Jace watched it as if having conversation directly to it. "Lovely to make your acquaintance, Bugsy!" he responded with a small wave of his own. He then took a moment to inspect the girl closely. He felt nothing but sad sympathy for the child, but not once did he show a sad face. Just from how she moved, how she spoke, he knew she didn't notice that her state was nothing more than abhorrent. He inwardly cursed the people that allowed her to become so dilapidated. He massaged the stubble on his cheek and sighed before smiling. "Tell me, little one. How would you enjoy something to eat? Some sweets or maybe a pastry, if you like?" he held his large palm out to her in a friendly way, keeping it away from her so she would not feel pressured by his hand getting close and letting her choose between following him and leaving. Even if she didn't take his hand, he stood tall and walked toward a nearby cafe. He didn't mind if she took hold of his hand or cloak or anything, just keeping an eye on her and making sure she was following. He knew what he had to do. Even if the girl had no concept of it, he would make this day a great one. Sure, he expected his pocket to empty, but he can't stand the idea of leaving the girl without some hopes, without something. They walked for a few minutes before they arrived at a small, outdoor cafe. The collection of cheap chairs and tables were lightly populated by the cityfolk digging into a meal or socialising. Jace didn't care much and just hummed. "If you'd like to find us a table, Lady Sin, I will go order us some lovely, warm food." Jace made sure he would always give her a choice. He didn't know how she would react to being given a task, no matter how simple. If she refused, he pointed a table out, if she went along with it, he would keep an eye on her as he spoke with the waitress. Nevertheless, he joined her at the table, groaning with a sigh as he rested his old bones and smiled, other patrons to the cafe obviously disturbed by the disgusting girl and shady gypsy, but it was safe to say that neither cared all too much. They were sure to be kicked out sooner or later, Jace just hoped they'd get their food, or at least a refund, beforehand. He gave a smile and a glass of cream soda to Sin before decided to snuff his curiosity. "So, Lady Sin, what brings you to this city? Why are you here? Are you looking for someone to fix up that lovely dress or Bugsy? I can't help but notice that he looks a little wounded." He didn't speak in a high or slow tone. He refused to patronise the girl. Though she might be simple or sick, she was not someone to be treated as a lesser being. This coming from the gypsy with an equal love to the voltspiders and micro-sharks in the world. Edited by Sir Slithers, Dec 21 2015, 04:13 PM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Mar 4 2016, 03:45 AM Post #6 |
Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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