From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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07-09-2020, 01:14 PM (This post was last modified: 07-12-2020, 02:38 PM by Keyes.)
such a fugitive, you could've tricked anyone
Torchline had become a favorite for the fae boy, he spent an equal amount time there than back home in the Greatwood. He'd spent so much time in the seaside region that his hoard of stolen goodies was going to soon outgrow the Sen house. Now that he was technically an adult he could get his own place, be more independent... But did he want to do that? Or just continue stealing and being immature, a roguish kid with an eye for treasure.
Yes, that sounds more accurate. A hOUSE? Keyes? He'd sooner sleep in a box than have to worry about doors and windows and whatever other shit his siblings worried about for him. And so he was once again in Torchline today, further down the coast and at a port, admiring the ships and wondering what was inside. Hyperion curled around his neck like a shoal, a sorrel creature playing dead and looking for loot.
07-10-2020, 08:49 PM (This post was last modified: 07-10-2020, 08:50 PM by Zephyr.)
see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
It's weird, looking out on the docks and not seeing the Ark. Happens every year: you grow used to the boat and its rowdy crew, to being part of a larger group (even if half of them are drunken assholes), and then one day poof! They're gone.
Sailing off into the sunset while you stay here like a rock.
Okay, we get it. You're a sullen little drama llama right now. Sipping liberally from a flask of something strong, you make a good show of patrolling the docks in search of work to do, and not because you're a lonely old man. When you see an unfamiliar kid loitering around you're quick to step in behind him, totally oblivious to the wings on his back. "Oi, kid, watch yer fingers."
Look, you don't know that he's a third, but he fucking feels like one. And you're usually good at spotting thieves- takes one to know one, after all.
07-12-2020, 02:56 PM (This post was last modified: 07-12-2020, 04:01 PM by Keyes.)
such a fugitive, you could've tricked anyone
Keyes had every intention of leaving today with something new, but no intention of getting caught. So when a voice sounded so close behind him, his skin crawled with surprise and dread. He whirled around, freckled cheeks paled and eyes wide. Face to chest with a rugged looking man, he took a few steps back before attempting to regain his composure.
His shock had dented the innocence guise, but he still let a bashful smile settle across his face, "I'm just looking I promise," he said in a friendly tone. Fae couldn't lie, but Keyes had gotten used to expanding the truth into something far from it. He was just looking now, though that would likely change later. "Do you work on a ship?" he asked, his eyes wandering down to the man's wrists in search of accessory but for only a moment. Hyperion shifted slightly at his shoulder, giving a little sniff at the stranger.
houdini love, you don't know what you're running away from
see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
"Lookin' awful close." Spun around, the kid looks surprisingly grown-up for his size, his face bearing signs of age you wouldn't expect on one so small. But you're a dense fucker so the obvious connection absolutely is not made.
Instead you figure he must be a dock rat, though you're surprised you haven't seen him before. He's good at what he's doing, too; you almost miss the way his eyes flick down upon your wrists. He'll find only a bracelet of wood and stone, your wedding ring long since removed, but he's happy to try and nick it.
Hell, you almost want him to. You could use new recruits before the Ark returns to harbor.
Shrugging, you stuff your hands into your pockets. "Sometimes." Out comes the right hand, now holding a bright silver coin. Nonchalant as anything, you run it through your fingers. "Whaddya bout you, kid? Ain't seen ya 'round before."
Lookin awful close, to that Keyes gave a shrug and a boyish smile, perpetuating cheer and youth in his expression. In the back of his head he chided the man, if he'd get a look at the pack at Keyes side, he'd find a score of today's other treasures. Humans, the thought passed and brought a slight smirk to his lips as he played interested in the older man's next words.
True interest was snagged when a coin was produced from the man's pocket, his gaze follower it as it flicked through his fingers. "I live with my family, they don't come out here much," he replied a slip from saying that he lived in the greatwood and came to steal your shit. The wooden bauble the man wore was a meager prize, but the coin had the imp enticed. The blonde didn't say anything else yet, deciding to let the other make the next move, stay meek in his eyes.
houdini love, you don't know what you're running away from
see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
A family that doesn't much frequent the docks? You know, you're beginning to think that maybe the urchin isn't actually from Torchline at all. Still playing idly with the coin, you put on a vaguely curious expression, nodding as though you buy his story. "Ah, 'course. 'Splains it." It does not, but. You close your hand around the coin, palming it before making a show of slipping it into your back pocket.
You're pretty much done with your work for the day, so might as well prod deeper at this kid. He's interesting enough, and you're bored enough, and you have a soft spot for urchins. "So, ya come here often? Th'docks, that is. Could give ya a tour, if ya wanted."
07-15-2020, 09:07 PM (This post was last modified: 07-15-2020, 09:09 PM by Keyes.)
such a fugitive, you could've tricked anyone
Ugh this was the worst. There was nothing Key hated more than getting caught and having no good explanation. Unless prior planning was made, he usually banked his thieving skills on his dexterity and general sneakiness. He was charismatic but his improv untruths were lacking. He almost let his disdain for this whole meeting slip onto his face in a slight scowl, his proverbial tail flicking with distress but only briefly before putting back on his happy face.
Mesmerized and distracted for a moment as the coin flickers around, and doing little to hide it since he had a feeling he's not getting out of this one, he looked back up from the pocket it disappeared into as the man asked more questions. Ugh. Though maybe the offer could be useful for future endeavors. "Sure," he nodded with a friendly smile, dipping his own hands back into the deep pockets of his pants.
houdini love, you don't know what you're running away from
see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
"Great. C'mon."
Without really waiting you begin to walk away, your hands in your front pockets and your steps languid. He can follow or not, it's up to him, but a good urchin plays an opportunity when he sees it.
You jut your chin out to one of the ships. "See her? There's the Ark. Captain's a right wanker. She's gonna set sail soon." Your tone is languid, carrying over the hustle and bustle. Every now and then you return a nod, or a hand clasp. "Ships come in from all over, traders mostly. Goods get moved by different crews."
Rounding a corner you come to an empty stretch of dock, where a log sits with an axe embedded into it. "Know what that is?" you ask, glancing sidelong at the kid, for all the world asking him to admire a pretty flower.
