Heavy Heart

za sep 30, 2017 10:26 pm

Violent delights have violent ends

With a loud slam, he closed the front door of his home behind him. He could still vaguely hear Zypha’s yelling, but he had no intention whatsoever to listen to it. It was the same every time he came back from traveling. She complained of how he’d left her all alone again, how he left his daughter behind every time. As if she had this crooked picture of the world where things would just fall into her hands, where he didn’t need to make money. Obviously, her massive house and all the luxuries that came with it went unappreciated. He was sick and tired of it. He was sick and tired of her. Which he used as an excuse to repeatedly cheat on her. For now, that very excuse had managed to keep his conscience clear.

Not really knowing what to do or where to go, he made his way towards the market. There’d probably be someone he knew that he could talk to. Or at the very least, there would be a tavern he could go to, to try and drink away the very idea that he was married to that bitch at all. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to set sail again. Go to Isla de Juegas, or anywhere, for that matter. He wished he could take his daughter with him, but she was young and it was dangerous out there, especially for a young girl. He knew he wouldn’t be able to have her out of his sight for one second. Some of his crewmen were downright scum and he wouldn’t let them anywhere near his little girl.

Absentmindedly, he made his way through some of the stalls, staring at the goods the merchants were selling, not really planning on buying anything. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize he was currently being the ideal target for any kind of thief or pickpocket roaming the streets. Not that he would be worried about those, he was pretty sure he could outrun most of them anyway.

OOC; Ellie first.

za sep 30, 2017 11:21 pm

Dig up the bones,

but leave their soul alone

It must feel weird, Ellie reasoned, to be raised from the dead. She had crushed a bug beneath her bare feet, and was now peeling it off her skin with a scrunched up nose. She wasn't too hygienic - how could she, belonging to the poorer people of the city - but bugs never failed to freak her out. "Fuck, man. Gross." The head of the bug, which she now recognised as some sort of beetle, was severed from his body, and she had to restrain herself not to look away. However, there was something she wanted to try out. She had first discovered her gift when she was about nine years old. It scared the shit out of her, but now she'd turned fifteen, she wanted to toughen up and actually check out what she could do. She had heard of this thing she could do, and the stories about it were never positive. She still wanted to try it out though, being the rebellious teenager she was. Right, the bug. She picked it up, both head and body, and placed it on the palm of her hand. Before actually doing anything, she quickly glanced around if anyone had wandered in the dark alley she was in. It didn't seem like it, so she proceeded by closing her eyes and feeling. She felt the beetle on her hand, felt its weight, and then made that weight rise. Her eyes fluttered open, and the bug was standing again, even though its head hadn't merged with his body. A pout appeared on her lips. So it was true; she couldn't actually save the ones she brought back to life. They were merely undead, not alive nor dead. A chill went down her back. It gave her the creeps. Her gaze shifted from the bug to the exit of the alley, seeing movement there she hadn't noticed before. There was a man, slowly walking next to the stalls, checking out the wares that were displayed as if they were the greatest prize to be won. Ellie swiftly got on her feet, letting the bug fall in one of her pockets, hoping it wouldn't have a random hole in it. He was a rich man, she could tell. How many days could she eat if she managed to steal from him? Ten? Fifteen? Maybe even more, who fucking knows with those rich shits. Some were stupid enough to bring a whole house in coins with them wherever they went. She followed him, a few feet between them, taking the same pace as he had. After half a minute or so, she moved a bit closer. And closer. Until she would be able to touch him without too much effort. Then she waited until he seemed to be especially interested in whatever was on these stalls, and slid her hand in his pocket, immediately finding some coins and grasping them as fast as she could. She then bumped into him on purpose, and slipped the coins in her own pockets, possibly crushing the bug that must've still been there. "Shit, sorry man," she apologised to him, holding up her hands and flashing him a wide grin. She then turned around and made her way in the busy crowd, hoping to get a good hundred feet away from him before he realised a handful of his coins had gone.

Brightwater Keep - Market - Asher

♔ nickdiazfan

zo okt 01, 2017 8:43 pm

Violent delights have violent ends

For all the useless goods and trinkets that were laid out before him, his attention had only been drawn towards his own hands. They were slightly trembling, for no apparent reason. He hadn’t been sleeping well for… well, for eight years, really. Haunted by his own actions. Combine that with the inevitable curse of aging and it was clear that he was on a path of steady decline. Surely, the drinking and fighting didn’t help either. He was tired, so very tired.

His gaze fell upon a necklace. Gold, set with emeralds from wherever the fuck the merchant had gotten them from. An ideal peace offering for his wife, for all the things he did and didn’t do. As if a piece of jewellery could mend years of misery. She would take it, most definitely, but she’d never quit letting him know how terrible of a husband he had been. Sometimes, he thought she took some sort of joy out of making him miserable. Or maybe that was just what marriage was. He decided not to buy it. It was delusional to think anything could be fixed by material things, wasn’t it? He wanted to turn around, walk along, and as soon as he did, someone walked right into him. A young girl, not much older than his own daughter, bumped into him and apologized in the kind of language that he only heard sailors speak in. Since she was just a girl, he would spare her a public session of cussing her out, but the giant grin on her face alerted him. And he knew thieves, he knew pickpockets and he knew their tricks. She walked on and so did he, but not before he had reached into his pockets. A handful of coins, missing. He immediately put two and two together, turning his body around in a violent swirl and angrily looking into the crowd the young girl had just disappeared in. “Fuck me,” he mumbled underneath his breath. He pushed some strangers aside, receiving some vicious glares from various people.

He caught a glimpse of her, reaching for her shoulder and just missing her. “Hey!” he exclaimed loudly, hoping that it would make her hesitate in some way. He wondered what he'd do once he'd actually caught her. In Isla de Juegas, punishment for theft was losing a hand, and there was no way he would carry out that sentence on a girl. “If you stop running, I'll make it worth your while,” he then said, letting her figure out for herself what that meant. The money she took was nothing to him, so he didn't really care. What he did care about, however, was that he could probably use someone with her skills.

di okt 03, 2017 7:52 pm

Dig up the bones,

but leave their soul alone

She'd rather not run. It would attract attention and that was something she didn't want right now. As she swiftly slipped through the busy crowds, she could hear some yelling coming from behind her. She guessed it was the rich guy she just stole some coins from, but didn't even think about looking behind her. It would only implicate that she was guilty of something, and there were always some wannabe heroes who tried to stop her from getting away with it. However, his next words interested her. She stopped for a bit, hesitant on what to do; she did like the sound of his words, but also liked the weight of the coins in her pocket (or, as a matter of fact, the feeling of her hand connected to her arm). She looked back at him, and quickly scanned his face. Would he lie to a young girl, just so he could take her hand for stealing some coins? She could name a few arrogant rich shits who would, but he didn't quite seem like them. He wore fancy clothes all right, but his face was different. Rougher, maybe. His body was muscled, implying that he knew how to work. There weren't many men who'd really worked for their money, but this one looked like an exception. "Well, I stopped running. Go ahead and tell me what you had in mind, then," she called back, a taunting sound to her voice, and a grin tracing on the edges of her mouth. However, she knew to be careful; she wouldn't let him get a hold of her, as she could escape quite easily since she knew this town so well. She knew this market, knew this town and knew the back alleys many didn't dare to step foot in.

Brightwater Keep - Market - Asher - Ik heb echt niet mijn best gedaan op de grammatica hierin dus hopelijk zijn er niet al te veel fouten lol

♔ nickdiazfan

wo okt 04, 2017 2:05 pm

Violent delights have violent ends

Honestly, if it was apparent that he’d have any use for her, he’d gladly give her the rest of his pocket’s contents. It was only a fraction of the money he actually had, and if she was as good at this as he thought she was, she would be able to fill up her pockets quite a bit as well. The only thing he needed to do, was to get her to stop running. Now, he was pretty sure he could outrun her, but in the crowded market place the advantage was hers. She could squeeze through the masses of people easily with her tiny frame, which caused her to get further and further away from him. So, he did the only thing that was left to do. Bribe her. People who didn’t have it, would do anything for coin. He would know, he’d spent most of his youth among those very people, promising to make them rich. And so, he did. She happened to be not so different, since she stopped dead in her tracks as soon as he mentioned the idea of profit. He finally was able to keep up with her, pushing a couple of people out of his way. Then, he was standing right in front of her. It was a little difficult to ignore the urge to grab her by the neck and drag her towards the chopping block, since she did in fact steal from him. Plus, the fact that she had quite a mouth on her didn’t make him like her more. Or maybe it did, he wasn’t sure yet. It was not like he didn’t have a very colourful vocabulary. “I think I have a use for you,” he told her, a sly grin on his face. He stuffed one of his hands into his pockets, fished out the contents and showed her. “How about you and me have a drink, and you can have it, right?” he suggested, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. It was a little strange to do business like this with a child, but it wasn’t among the weirdest things he’d done. He looked her over a bit, she looked rugged. Like she grew up on her own, on the streets. He wondered where her parents were.

wo nov 08, 2017 8:16 pm

Dig up the bones,

but leave their soul alone

She couldn't quite tell what he wanted from the look on his face. It was stoic, hard to read; she didn't like that very much. He was unpredictable, which made him dangerous. She shifted her weight so she could run if he'd suddenly lunge at her, while mentally slapping herself for being stupid enough to actually stop when he asked. He told her he maybe could use her, for what he didn't tell. Her nose scrunched up in disgust as she thought about the worst thing he could do with a young girls for money. She knew that these so-called gentlemen would pay a lot for a virgin and she wasn't about to sell her body for some coins. Exceptionally not if she wouldn't even get the earning herself, as she guessed that the man in front of her would gladly take it. She might've been a thief, but she wasn't a whore. "Nah, thank you. I still have some dignity left, even if you can't see it, with your polished shoes and snobby clothes." How could he even make a suggestion like that? God man. Gross. She crossed her arms as he even offered her a drink. No doubt he would try to get her drunk and kidnap her.

Brightwater Keep - Market - Asher

♔ nickdiazfan

zo nov 19, 2017 1:44 am

Violent delights have violent ends

Women were creatures that were continuously underestimated here in Rhoynar. Which, in some cases, could be a good thing, if you played your cards right. No one would suspect a little girl to pick their pockets when she bumped into them, not until it was far too late. The fact that she seemed to be adequate at what she did, didn’t hurt either. Theft was an undervalued skill, if you asked him, and it was definitely something he could use. Now he only had to peak her interest. As soon as he proposed to go somewhere and talk, her expression changed. Understandable. Men would follow him without a doubt when offered a lucrative business deal. Women, however, were not so quick to believe things that seemed too good to be true. Things hardly ever were. The girl declined, reassuring him that she still had some dignity left, unlike him. He raised an eyebrow at her, somewhat feeling sorry for her that she thought he looked polished at all. His boots were practically covered in mud 24/7 and most of his clothes were rather rugged from being exposed to the elements at sea. Asher shoved the coins back into his pockets, but made no effort to close in on her. “You stopped running. Stopping was a risk,” he then told her, “people don’t take risks lightly.” There would've been a reason for her to stop, he knew, even if it was just a glimpse of what could be. “I'm offering you a way out, it's up to you to take it.” She'd be an asset, but she was, like everyone else on earth, entirely expendable.

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