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Author Topic: Unseen and Unknown  (Read 271 times)

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Offline Ravi Yachak

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Unseen and Unknown
« on: Aug 29, 18, 10:18:15 AM »
Ravi Yachak was tired.  The liquor that he regularly consumed might have something to do with that, but it was more than that.  He was tired of the grind, of the push of his work and his place in the Rebellion.  It was slow going, but it always felt like for every three steps they made, the Blood forced them back two.  No, not the Blood, necessarily, but the Glacians.  Ravi had long ago come to grips with the idea of working with the Blood, even the ones that scared him.  The Rebellion could not and would not succeed otherwise, nor would the Landen and Blood without Offerings or Birthrights, be any defense against even the palest of Craft.  They had learned how to fight Blood, even those with Jewels, but Ravi had seen real power rip through people, and he did not want to see it again.

He found himself with a rare day free.  Ravi had not pressing duties.  No cons to finish, not scams to complete, and all of his smuggling was already in good hands.  So, the Beggar King chose to take it easy.  He donned his usual working attire, and decided to work the Market.  No matter what happened in a given place, on any given day, where money and goods were exchanged, people talked.  Ravi only had to listen, and he would here more than anyone ever realized.  Beggars, vagabonds, street urchins were all invisible, nothing was as beneath notice to the wealthy or better-off as the extremely destitute.  Ravi applied the right makeup, dirt into his normally clean and perfect beard, and loose, filthy clothes that hid a physique that spoke of hardy exercise and regular nourishment.  He picked his usual spot in the market, leaning against a wall, at the mouth of an alley created by rows of stalls.

Ravi settled in to watch, humming to himself like a mad man, a bowl for alms settled nearby.  He had an old wooden flute balanced across the bowl, implying that he would play for a few coins, or even one.  For much of the day, he held his location and simply watched and listened.  He was not looking for anything in particular, but he filed away what was important, and what was not, and took a little pleasure in spying on the women that were more pleasing to the eye.  Very few of them noticed his quiet observation, but he received a few coins here and there, forcing him to take up the flute and play a pleasant air.  His repertoire was small, but he knew them all very well.

Offline Jaya Laghari

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    • rose2pd
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Re: Unseen and Unknown
« Reply #1 on: Aug 29, 18, 05:11:43 PM »
Her daytime foray into the market had proven eventful in the last few weeks. Haroun ever a generous host when they crossed paths, and when they didn't she contended herself to take in the sights and sounds of the bazaar. It felt like the one place where all walks of life could come together and mesh.  Not that Blood or Landen were ever eager to socialize. Passing a beggar she conjured a silver coin into his hat with barely a glance. Extending her Craft she waded into a pool of emotions that sparked like hundreds of tiny stones bouncing off of the surface of her gift. After a while it became second nature to activate this sense, and more than one it had proven useful when determining whether or not a situation was about to go sideways.

The new silk scarf she had purchased for Silje, a delicate ivory and embroidered in tiny iridescent pearl shards was tucked away. In Jaya’s mind, it matched the Queen’s elusive fragility. Of course that meant Jacob couldn't be left out of any form of gift exchange. The vendor turned his attention to her as she stepped forward and away from the young landen boy who scooted a toy horse on wheels across his table. By now Jaya was accustomed gathering a bit more attention, especially when she wore a pair of tight slacks over a form fitting tunic. Nharkava was a place of color, bright silk saris or embellished lehengas, but Jaya adopted her own style, taking bits and pieces from her time in Little Terrielle.  To the locals it wasn't quite scandalous, but peculiar. There were wooden toys, small knives, a frame made of fabric and beads. A tiny tray of wigglers and bait heads was what caught her attention, each imitating some colorful worm or metallic foiled flying insect.

Examining the assortment of mismatched wares on his table she almost missed the spike of excitement that folded itself into trepidation at her side. The boy’s fingers tightened on the horse, no doubt considering for a split second if he could slip from the table unnoticed with it. Considering how nervous he was registering he was leaning toward dashing off. The older man tending to the table was prepared, though he smiled winsomely at Jaya, she could feel his tension almost as if he was daring the boy to try anything.

“That's a nice horse.” she whispered knowingly, a sliver of fear sank into the kid’s emotional thread. Glancing at him she smirked as if sharing some great secret. “It is, Lady.”  he muttered. At least he was polite.  “I don't have enough though.”  he almost complained in such a hopeless way that her thoughts sank back to Jakob. “Then you should come back when you have more.”  the vendor snapped through a smile. Clearly he thought the boy would cost him a sale, and judging by how eager he felt, it was not a good day.

“It seems to like you.”suffering, the boy only nodded, tucking his hand away from the toy. Disappointment. No, that wouldn't work for her.

“Perhaps he could take it with what he has, with the promise to buy something else later?”  she asked, lifting honey colored eyes to the irritated merchant.  “My Lady, I am not in the business of giving away merchandise.” She was certain that sentence would be followed by some derogatory comment on the boy’s clearly impoverished state. 

“Surely, you can come to some kind of agreement? Look at his face.”  she asked, seeking out the man’s sense of generosity and good humor and lacing them together. It only took a subtle tug to make him blink and then sigh. “Of course. Look at his face. “  The boy blinked, confused, then smiled handing over a pair of coins and taking the horse. Overwhelmed and a bit shocked by his good fortune the boy muttered a thank you, walking off while the getting was still good.  “Ill take all of these.” she said, gathering a handful of lures and not requesting change, much to the man’s delight. Was it manipulative? Sure, but no one else had to know.

Offline Ravi Yachak

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Re: Unseen and Unknown
« Reply #2 on: Nov 20, 18, 01:25:55 PM »
 Ravi was not hearing anything useful.  In fact, he had heard nothing but banality most of the day.  There was the casual dismissal and cruelty that the Blood was always capable of, but nothing that made him think anything was more than normal.  There were no threads to pull.  No rumors worth running down.  This bothered him more than it should have.  He had experience other such quiet days when out amongst the people, but it always set his teeth on edge.  It made him think that everything that could happen was happening elsewhere, and he was just not in the right place at the right time.  Another coin clinked into his hat, and by instinct, he began to play.  His eyes rose to the woman thaf had just been generous, and he was greeted by the sight of a beauty that was both graceful and well dressed.  She was almost certainly Blood.  They all had a look to them, particularly the women.

He continued to play his tune as he watched the woman shop.  There were certainly worse things to do with his time.  He watched, he played, and he kept his ears open.  Ravi altered the notes a touch, and noticed one of his little friend’s attempting to turn a profit of his own.  Ravi had warned them dozens of times about attempting to steal anything in the presence of the Blood.  They were too variable in their abilities, too unpredictable with their senses.  If Ravi with his plain eyes could spot a thief, surely one of them could.  If the boy lived, he would recruit him, or send him to Puja, even if he had more balls than sense, he might also have skill.  On cue, there is the shopkeeper, Ravi thought, as he watched the little scene play out.  Interesting.  Ravi couldn’t possibly know what the woman had done, but she had done something, that much was clear.

Ravi watched the woman grab a bunch more items, drop more cash than it was worth, and fixed to leave in a hurry.  The boy walked off, stolen goods in his hand.  Was that a toy?  He had just seen—what?  A display of sympathy and small-time theft by a member of the Blood?  He wasn’t sure how to categorize what he had witnessed.  He was so used to the casual displays of power and arrogance, that he could barely accept a moment of kindness in front of him.  Ravi waited as the woman moved past him, and when she did, he plucked at her sleeve.  Ravi knew what he looked like.  A dirty and bedraggled old man, and he still looked that way, but his gaze was intent as he asked, ”Why did you do that?  For the boy, I mean.”  Whatever it was that she did.

Offline Jaya Laghari

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Re: Unseen and Unknown
« Reply #3 on: Jan 03, 19, 08:50:20 PM »
He was just a kid, and perhaps she'd given him a bit more faith in his fellow man. The boy didn't notice what she had done, hell the merchant didn't either. Though it wasn't until she stepped away from the table that the pride from his purchase faltered just a bit when he realized how uncharacteristic his action had been. He had earned back the money in a few coins that Jaya had let him keep, but his nature was greedy and he would consider what temporary madness had overcome him.

She had men men like that, who needed just a tiny push in the right direction to reconsider their actions. The boy would have taken the horse and a Blood guard might have stopped him if the merchant himself wasn't ready to spring. He could have received a beating when all he wanted was a small token of childish glee.  Jakob was about his age, smart as a whip but still a boy.

Putting it out of her mind, she figured that the incident had passed. Sixten was still on her list for a gift but she had no idea what to get him besides a deck of playing cards from Glacia. They were white and black with a silver foiled engram on the back. It didn't seem like a complete gift, but if she was going to give Silje something beautiful she had to match it with her brothers.

Tucking her dark hair behind her ear only to have the wind push it back onto her shoulders she glanced at another booth. It was late in the afternoon and there was really nothing else in the market today that caught her interest. An early dinner perhaps? But considering she could get food for free at the estate it only held mild appeal. Nodding politely at a woman who extended a colorful green shawl in her direction like an offering she waved her hand. It was the end of the day and the sellers would be getting desperate. Already the morning crowds had dispersed.

Jaya had forgotten about the beggar she had passed and paused feeling a slight tug on the sleeve of her tunic.

Curiosity. Distrust.

The emotions registered, dulled only by the Landen’s heritage. The Blood were so much louder, their emotions shook erratically at times like plucked cords.  Landen emotions on the other had were whispers, true just as the Blood’s but steady, most of the time. Half expecting him to ask for more she was prepared to conjure a shekel or two and whisk away before more noticed.  Most kept their distance from her, a sweet face made them no more trusting of Blood than it would a fluffy maned lion. Instead he asked her a different question. Jaya summed him up, studying his weathered face, the odor of earth and dirt on him. His shirt had holes and his pants were old, but she wasn't judging him just wary. “I don't know what you mean.”  she said calmly, her honeyed eyes searching his face before finding a comfortable spot to land, his own. If he thought something there was something strange about the interaction with the merchant than he was more perceptive than any beggar had a right to be. Now if he spoke solely of her conversation with the boy, was that not normal? Oh he just looked like a good kid wanting to play. Its sweet that man sold him the toy.” She had done nothing after all. It was the merchant's limited generosity that made the boys day.

Stepping back, she glanced at the spot where he was sitting previously before looking back at him. “Have a good day sir. Stay warm.”

Offline Ravi Yachak

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      Sol

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Re: Unseen and Unknown
« Reply #4 on: Feb 26, 19, 08:38:56 AM »
Ravi had spent too long fighting the Blood to not recognize when one had used Craft.  He had no such powers, of course, no such access.  He was not Blood.  He was Landen, that class of people that made the life the Blood led at all possible.  Not all of them were terrible, he knew, that was a statistical impossibility.  Puja was a fine example of that.  She had no Jewels, but she was Blood, with advantages and abilities he could only wish he had.  Ravi was good at what he did because he was just that skilled, and just that experienced.  He used to say that if he also had Craft on top of that, it would be unfair to the rest of the Blood.  He would rob them all blind of profit and supplies.  He was sure that this woman had used Craft, and she had done something kind with it.  That was worth noting, worth exploring.

He was used to be overlooked and forgotten, and this time was no different.  He did not startle the Blood woman, but she had intended to walk by without a second glance.  She lied to him easily, naturally, and it made him wonder how often she had to do so in her life.  Ravi did not see the sort of dangerous grace in her that he saw in Puja, or other Blood women for that matter.  She was fit, but not from combat training if he was any judge.  Ravi could see that she was lovely, but there was no real stress that he could read upon her face, that was either good bloodlines or a good life, or a combination of the two.  ”I think you know exactly what I mean, Lady.”

Ravi tilted his bedraggled-looking head slighlty, and met the woman’s eyes.  ”It was sweet that you ‘convinced’ him to do so.”  He paused a moment, ”Why would you do that?  What do you gain from such an act of—of charity?”  It was not that Ravi found it hard to believe that a member of the Blood, one with Jewels doubtless, could be kind.  Puja helped children, for example, urchins that would otherwise be forgotten.  He wanted to see if this woman would show him something in her answer; was it pity?  Was it simply mischief?  Distrust was his initial reflex, but he was working on diminishing that, because in his view, the Rebellion was doomed without Blood Support.  If one was sympathetic, one who enjoyed privilege, perhaps there were more.

Offline Jaya Laghari

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Re: Unseen and Unknown
« Reply #5 on: Mar 11, 19, 08:04:36 PM »
Even Light Jeweled as she was Jaya was accustomed to the taste of their fear. It was bitter, a scent, as muted as it was to the Blood’s bolder essences, but ever present when she walked through a crowd. She had become used to the wary glances Landen gave her, how their words jumped or their smiles seemed far too bright and jovial to be genuine. They lied about their emotions because when it came to interactions with Blood, that caution could be the one thing that saved their lives.  Landen had the law on their side, there were consequences to snuffing out life so much weaker than the Blood’s, but it was a trivial price.  Those without Jewels died every day at the hands of those who had them. A law could be written, but paper would not shield them.  So, of course, it was a surprise to see a Landen beggar not only risk his hand by touching her sleeve but to challenge her words and not accept them for what they were.

Curiosity, inquisitiveness.  Jaya tilted her head, somewhere between amused and confounded by the man’s reaction. He was lucky that she had such expert control over her emotions. Keeping herself and others around her under wraps was her bread and butter. She straightened she studied him. The beggar had her attention at least for a few moments longer.  Either the old man was wise, or he had no sense of self-preservation, either way, it was the most interesting thing she’d encountered all day. The absence of fear was the draw.

So he had noticed and was wholly unconvinced by her lies, but more than that, he questioned her, as if the good deed came with its own prize and not the unnecessary beating that man would have reaped upon a child on the street were he to be caught. If she had to intervene then, it would have been far more obvious. Jaya wasn’t about to let that happen. He seemed skeptical that she had any other motives but altruistic ones. That was kind of insulting. She felt his distrust tighten like a small shield.  Her lips parted and she looked back at the vendor who was now helping another customer and made the decision to indulge him. The vendor’s smile was charming, overused, a bit too practice, but his eyes were keenly aware of everything around him. This was the kind of jerk who counted his coins three times a night. Greed was an emotion and it stank like burning trash. The kind of smell that burned your eyes.

This was a merchant playing a fool, a man who knew how far the items were marked up and how to easily make a customer believe they had won over him.  “Look at him.”  She lifted a finger, pointing toward the merchant before dropping her hand. “He has an eye on the customer and at the end of the table. His hand drops down to his waist whenever someone with old shoes passes by his booth. You think that’s a coincidence?”  she asked softly, when Ravi turned back to her she shook her head. “He has a paddle under the counter. The hand drops, ready to pick it up. I’m sure his shoes are comfortable and he has a clear egress around his stock. He was ready for him. He saw that boy coming a mile away.“ Jaya looked at the beggar and shrugged a shoulder. “He’s just a kid and if that toy made him that happy, then he deserves to enjoy his innocence before men like that beat it out of him, and he would have. “  She couldn’t let that happen, Blood or not.

Jaya gained nothing by interfering, except preventing the abuse of a minor. That was enough for her. “Is that suffient an explination?” she asked with a small smile.

 

 

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