Come One, Come All! [Open RP]

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Dorian: 
 
Song-Lu was awful. Granted, there were many places Dorian thought to be especially terrible. This particular city’s only real sin was its weather. It was unbearably cold. Sunny, but cold. And anything that was this cold was naturally awful. At least, that was how Dorian reasoned it.

His lightly heeled boots clicked across the cobblestone as he pressed through the throng of people. Dorian was not from the Empire. His long hair was let down, light brown locks cascading about his shoulders and effectively hiding his lightly pointed ears, and thus his partial wood elf heritage. But luckily for him, this was a largely neutral city. Presumably. He was merely passing through on a contract. But hell, since he was here, he may as well see what firearms this godsforsaken shopping district had to offer.

His mouth drew back into a completely melodramatic frown that was honestly more comical than concerning. There was some magic show of sorts going on. Hosted by a street rat, probably. There was only one thing on Alva worse than the cold, and that was magic. Dorian steered clear of any witchy-poo magicy-nonsense at all costs. When the girl called for volunteers, he tried to creep away through the crowd unseen. But flamboyant as he was—yeah right.

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Lorna: The crowd grew quiet and exchanged mixed glances among themselves. The lot of them were split evenly in opinion and expression, some with eyes full of apprehension while others, more pensive, as if studying the consequences of volunteering. Where had all the buzz and excitement gone? Murmurs among them spread slowly, substituting their brief moment in silence. Well, who is going to go? could be heard from a woman, presumably. Not me! Followed suit. Some of them resorted to shoving others toward the podium to relinquish those unfortunates to whatever fate awaited them so as to continue the act and liberate the rest from this awkward pause.

They were nervous and had every right to be. Magic was, indeed, a fickle mistress. Anything and everything could happen all at once, whether it is due to an incantation gone awry or otherwise. People are entertainment in itself, I tell you… Lorna thought dryly. “…Now, now…! No need to come all at once!” there was a shred of unease in her voice, though she concealed it with a half-smile. She scanned the crowd for any able bodied individuals. Not you…or you. She peered at one young woman who seemed to have been enjoying an apple of sorts but, before Lorna could get a word out, the woman had looked away, disinterested. Therras, Mareus and or Iridus, I could care less at this point she gritted her teeth anxiously If you are listening, work your godly magic or whatever it is you do and H-e-l-p M-e. She grew desperate. As if on cue, she heard a woman offer up her help. “Perfect!” Lorna exclaimed, offering a hand toward her to help her up the stage. “All that is required of you, really, is to stand and recite a few things for me. Now…”, she looked about the crowd “…we need to find a partner for you.” she uttered, audible only to the two.

Her sights had settled on a man who stood out a great deal from the rest of them, judging from the way he carried himself as well as the way he’d been dressed, he was Definitely not from around here, she thought. “And what of you, good sir?” her tone sharp, seeded with all intent to share in her distress. She was still short and needed one more individual. Resorting to obtaining the aid of a tourist usually worked out for the better. They were always eager, from her experience. “I’m sure a man like you is just itching for a feel of what Song-Lu has to offer! Right folks?” The crowd cheered, feeling both relieved and enthused as the act was likely to commence. “I need two for this act and I’ve found my one.” she grinned “So please aid me, dear second! The show must go on and it surely cannot without you!”

[faithom, Simkaye, Lentia Renova ]

Dorian:

Dorian snapped to attention when the crowd immediately surrounding him abruptly turned their cheering attention on him. He straightened and locked eyes with the ringleader of this magic-fueled nightmare, his hazel eyes almost pleading. Well, damn. He couldn’t very well say 'no' now. His attention flicked to a woman nearest him, who was enticing him to give it a try. His mouth was locked into a frown so firm and drawn at the corners that it was comical. ‘Interesting’ was certainly one way to put it.

After a beat, he threw his head back in melodramatic exasperation and stalked towards the crude stage, the applauding crown parting for him. The heels of his boots clicked across the cobblestones in a manner that seemed reminiscent of a child dragging its heels to a chore it wished to avoid.

Dorian came to stand—with no small degree of reluctance—at the illusionist’s side. He sharply flicked his head, the motion tossing his long curls over one shoulder, and brought a hand to rest sassily on his hip. “Don’t turn me into anything.. unattractive,” he whined quietly, his tone just audible enough for the silver-haired woman to hear.


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