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Post by Neravarine on Jun 1, 2009 20:08:05 GMT -5
It was a beautiful night in Balmora. It was warm outside, the stars glittered overhead, the twin moons glowed brightly, and the gentle gurgling of the small river that cut through Balmora never ceased. Not many people were out tonight. A few Hlaluu guards with blazing torches, shadows flickering off their bonemold helms eerily, as they patrolled the streets with a few late nighters. Near the inside of the stone arch next to the silt strider that marked the entrance in Balmora, was what appeared to be a khajiit. It was dark, and the already naturally grey fur made him almost invisible. His body was more like a shadow against the stone wall, his green eyes intent and glowing. Retractable claws acted as natural guitar pics as the khajiit played a sad, beautiful melody on a small lute. The music echoed softly off the wind as it carried itself gently into whoever wanted to hear. A small clay pot sat near the khajiit's feet, and occasionally a passerby would drop a septim in the bowel... They didn't pay any direct attention to him, but the khajiit did. His green eyes seemed to memorize every face that passed... But he did nothing unusual. He just sat, and played with a calm, contented expression.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 1, 2009 20:51:11 GMT -5
Uneven footsteps grew louder and louder, coming from the south entrance. "Hate cliffracers. Hate them so much. Want them to die." The slumped figure of a Argonian female approached Balmora, covered in scratches and bruises. "Wanna sleep. Sleep would be good." Nalia's original intent was to enter a tavern, but something made her raise her head. The sound of soft music floated through the air. It sounded sad, but light, not heavy or dark. She rounded a corner to see a khajit playing the lute. She watched as a passerby dropped a coin in the bowl, she watched as the khajit studied the person's face. Nalia smirked and went around to the back of the building before jumping up the wall and walking on the roof until she was above the lute player, then crouched down and dropped a coin in his bowl. She didn't know why she did it, but perhaps it was a certain kinship with this khajit. In her eyes there were no thieves, just people that could keep a much better eye on their money than others. Perhaps she was one of them, perhaps he was one of them too.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 1, 2009 21:08:08 GMT -5
Rasheer whispered a "Bless you Muthsera.." Everytime an occasional passerby flicked a coin in the clay bowel. The khajiit's black ears perked when he heard another cling, and was about to do another generic thank you when he realized he couldn't see anyone who threw the coin. The music paused ever so slightly as Rasheer glanced up with his sharp green eyes. Like all khajiits, if he wanted to, he could call upon his races' natural ability to see in the dark. He blinked once, and the world was veiled in a clear, blue glow. An argonian sat playfully on the wall above him, glancing at the Moraq Tong assassin curiously. She was the one who threw the coin... The khajiit blinked once again, but continued to play, bringing his head down with a small frown of concentration. With one hand, he still played the lute, and with the other, he brought out of his leather pouch, and took out what appeared to be small pieces of parchment paper, and was studying them with great intensity... Eyes shifting back to the parchment and the argonian.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 2, 2009 14:45:31 GMT -5
Nalia flicked her tail tip and cocked her head to the side curiously, watching him play with one hand... Which was strange considering it was a string instrument... "Talent right there." She mentally joked. She threw in another coin. "Must be hard playing the lute with one hand." "Paw." She added in her head, though she wasn't sure if that was an insult or not. She hadn't dealt much with Khajits, hardly even seen them, like most people hadn't dealt much with any beasties. Nalia had no idea how most Khajits were, or what they were like, what their culture was like, but she knew she felt less on-edge with another beastial race than a humonoid one.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 2, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
Rasheer himself hadn't been exposed to argonians much... He vaguely remembered the reptilian people in the plantations. Then again, most of the beast races stuck to their own kind. The only ones Rasheer even knew about personally were the argonian monks at the monastery in Ebonheart. But Rasheer didn't even know their real names... He just dropped off escaped slaves there everytime he came across one, usually late at night... There should be more mercy in the world Rasheer thought. Then again, where would he be if there was? Which reminded the khajiit as he inspected the paper slips with piercing green eyes. Each one had a name, a sketch, race, gender, last known location, and permission of execution of a victim of the Moraq Tong. His current writs... There was no female argonian here. But for some reason, Rasheer vaguely recognized her. The khajiit sighed as he put the slips back into his leather pouch. He couldn't suppress a small grin though, showing off sharp teeth as another septim seemingly fell out of the sky into the pot. Perhaps she was bored? Perhaps she wanted to talk to him? But she didn't say anything... And that was fine with Rasheer. It wasn't wise for anyone on either side to talk to an assassin. So Rasheer went back to playing his lute with two hands(which sounded much better), but not before looking at the argonian and giving a small dip of his head, to show he knew she was there.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 2, 2009 16:04:27 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmmmmm... Let's spice this up a bit... Now how do you spice up a thread that consists of two socially withdrawn beasties?...
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 2, 2009 16:10:01 GMT -5
(You make a riot of people occur... Which I will do soon... Or one breaks the ice...)
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Post by Kestrelwing on Jun 3, 2009 15:35:44 GMT -5
OOC: Or you add at some point two twins who are super-social and incredibly powerful. xD Oooh! Or we could add meh new charrie! But I need to come up with a History first... >.<
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 3, 2009 19:14:50 GMT -5
(That works too...)
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Post by Haseed on Jun 3, 2009 21:23:47 GMT -5
OOC: Or a thief who could be completely charming and friendly to your face and rob you blind when your not looking. But I don't wanna make it too crowded.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 3, 2009 21:42:50 GMT -5
(A sneaky thief tries to steal from a sneaky Moraq tong assassin... If that wouldn't get a writ on your head, id on't know what will.)
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 4, 2009 23:11:29 GMT -5
OOC: Or a giant lizard falling on here face, but I don't think kitty would much care about Nalia doing a face-plant = |
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 5, 2009 17:55:17 GMT -5
(He would be a little alarmed, help her get up and make sure she was alright.)
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Jun 7, 2009 6:04:33 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmmm... Nah, a riot sounds more exciting. Maybe get Nalia involved, have someone throw a beer bottle at her or something. I'm so nice to my charries =3
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 7, 2009 7:35:34 GMT -5
Suddenly, Rasheer froze. The green eyes followed what appeared to be a young dunmer man, wearing a common brown shirt and grey pants, walking near the river with a torch. The khajiit got up slowly, leaving the septims where they were in the clay bowel. Carefully putting his lute in his large pouch, the khajiit brought out a piece of paper and studied it intently. After a few minutes, he gave a satisfied nod, and put the paper back. The khajiit's left hand reached for the bronze circlet around the leather glove on his right arm. As he twisted it, a blade popped out of a hidden slot near the top. Then Rasheer vanished...
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