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paixaorpg2007-03-13 05:33 pm
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Sing a Song of Sixpence [Active]
Character(s): Ahiru and Fakir
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
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"Yes, little one, you've come to precisely the right place. Perhaps, once you've found what you like, you would like to see us perform a real show? This street dancing is nice, to be sure, but we're much better at night."
The dancers wove through their routine, every movement carefully calculated, timed with the rhythm of the song. That strange, unearthly, eery melody that was at once foreboding and enticing, a forbidden pleasure in and of itself, one which spoke of times long past, of nights spent dancing by the light of campfires. None came too close to the trio; the old gypsy king with his silvering hair, the knight, or the girl. It was early yet, and the sport was only just beginning. It wouldn't do to spoil the game so early, no, not at all...