[IC] Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

[Inuyasha]

"There is no difference, between any of me. You are talking to the original right now, and I am talking to you, talking to Faye, and enjoying a delicious breakfast whilst I serve Master Azga's breakfast guests," said the yellow robed Takumi.

Leo waved his hand, the one with a cigarette in it, dismissing her, "Sure, sure. Let's just say duplication isn't my cup of tea, stuff's too confusing." She smiled at him, and from behind her he could see the other one, the pink one, flashing a wide, brilliant smile. "Creepy," he said, as he shook his head, almost as if he was trying to clear his head of the cobwebs. Suddenly a vibrant scent of red, fresh-cut roses filled his nose. Next to him, suddenly, Takumi threw her head down and took a long sniff. This whole duplicate Takumi thing was kind of creeping him out, and he had finished his breakfast. He got up, in a nonchalant way, and went outside into the morning, sunbaked air. As the sun was snaking across the sky, he sat down on a ledge and took a long drag of his ciggarette. The damn thing was almost down to the stub. Maybe he'd go visit his lovely friends.

[solamelike]

Faye smiled nervously at the deeply formal gesture Takumi did of bowing her head "Hey its nothing... just some magical powder." Faye placed a finger on Takumi's head and gently pushed it so that she was once again facing Faye.
"If you are on watch with me, do you want a rifle?" Faye asked hopefully, her mind already began to think of all the many barrels, stocks and engravings she could put on it.
"Or maybe a pocket pistol? I can make them the size of your hand."
Faye's eyes seemed to glaze over as she began to think.

[ReaptheMusic]

Azga looked at Drina, his eyes soft and he gently patted Drinas wrist, careful to avoid the burns.

"This town is exceptionally dangerous and I plan to take as few people with me as possible. We can have someone go and purchase the wares you require, but the less attention we get from the nasty men with crucifixes, the better." His eyes slid over to an indeterminate location from somewhere across the caravan grounds and went silent. Then, he stood up. "I expect you in my carriage tonight as well. You rather disappointed me by choosing to be left out, yesterday." He smiled at the gentle looking man, his eyes soft. "Don't push yourself."

With that, Azga phased out of existence--or so it seemed. The witch rather enjoyed aweing others with his abilities. Awe and wonder aside, the amazing man made his way around the caravan to where he felt things were amiss. Phasing back into view behind a carriage near the outskirts of the set up caravan, Azga narrowed his eyes at a particular point in the forest. What lurked just beyond those leaves, he wondered.

He did not know he was staring directly at who was spying on them. His usually bright and cheery grin was replaced by a serious glaze that could only be mimicked by a vigilant guard dog.

[LetterA]

Drina frowned slightly at the idea of having someone else do the groceries- he'd had enough people getting it wrong for him to realize it was best to go himself- but fixed his face quickly enough so as not to worry Azga. "Don't push yourself," sweetly adviced the golden haired man before disappearing, leaving Drina to sigh, sweating more now than he had been in his heated carriage. Of course he was going to visit Azga tonight, there was no doubt about it. Not when Azga was expecting him. Taking hold of the bowl the troupe leader'd left behind, Drina made his way back around the carriage as a normal person (or, rather, a witch without Azga's talents) would, resting it along with a few others that people had left behind unfinished. Typically, the plebs of the caravan, the ones in charge of menial labour would wash the dishes, but Drina decided that a bit of washing and soaking his hands in cold water weren't really something he totally minded at the moment.

Sighing, the long haired blonde bit at his lips before wandering around the gathered crew, smiling cheerfully at those that wanted seconds and chatting up here and there if a topic he wanted to join popped up. Somehow or the other, Drina found himself accidentally elbowing someone behind him, that someone being one of Takumi. And, glancing at her robe, Drina figured she was the original. Wait, pink meant original, right? "Sorry, my bad," grinned Drina, pushing at his blonde bangs, hesitating at whether or not to pat the geisha apologetically, what with her clean appearance and his rather sweaty bandages. His eyes faded past her, to the broads guests Azga had tended to earlier, and Drina greeted them all with a charming smile he learned from Azga himself.

Turning back to the pink Takumi, Drina chirped, "As expected of you, serving everyone." His eyes wandered blankly through the crowd of people coming and going, as he continued to cheerfully add, "Ah, are one of you eating? Perhaps you need a break?"

[Stitches]

Takumi waved cheerily at the leaving Leo, and returned to her soup with vigour. She was quite hungry, and staying up most of the night due to...noise, was not very enjoyable. Admittedly it only would have taken one of her to get a good night's rest in order to be refreshed, but such is the way of Master Azga to keep things incredibly loud and "amazing". It was just a mild irritation that she had to suffer because of it!

Meanwhile, her blue-robed self listened with interest to Faye's offer. "It would not be very becoming of me to weild something so...loud," offered Takumi apologetically. "Perhaps something small and elegant would be suitable?" She mused. It was worrying to think that she would require a weapon at all, but surely if she came across another bad person she may have to show the weapon off a little. But actually using it? No, Takumi could never bring herself to do that. Could she?

Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a sharp, burning pain in her foot, so she scuffed the dirt idly and listened to Faye's excitement whilst the source of the problem was dealt with; the pink-robed Takumi had been bumped into, sending soup onto her slipper. When she heard the apology she just smiled, kneeling down to wipe it off with her hand. "No bother, Drina," assured the geisha. She straightened up and heard Drina offering a break, something she desperately needed right now. Without showing too much relief, Takumi replied with "Actually, I was planning on getting dressed into something more suitable and assisting in the packing..." Takumi paused a little, looking weary. No sleep, multitasking and these uncomfortable slippers were really draining her out, even with her siphon.

[solamelike]

"Ill fix something up, but it will take some time... talk later?" Faye said as she left deep into her carriage.
Faye then began to look through her things, her carriage was packed with metals and wood and all different parts of weaponry. It was hard to move for anyone else but Faye, who knew exactly how to approach everything so it wouldn't fall over. She began to wonder about the next town, it seemed that this game was getting more and more dangerous everyday but I guess that's why they have her making weapons. She began looking for any grips she may have, hoping to find a pistol one so that she didn't have to make anything from scratch. Soon she had the pieces to make the small pocket pistol and so began to screw it together, using fire sometimes to melt the pieces into shape.

[TheWendil]

The dark cloaked man spotted a figure coming towards him in the distance. Even from here, he could see his unsightly form; the clothing of a twisted carnival jester, flipping his knives around with a large scar over one of his eyes. Most disgusting indeed. However, Valek couldn't complain too much. After all, here was a witch willing to sell out his own brethren for a couple of silver coins. And if this was the caravan constantly mentioned in the reports...then this single act alone would serve to foster the Clergy's eternal goal of purging this world of evil.

And yet....there was hatred in Valek's soul. Hatred for this coward, no, this fool who had abandoned his comrades for profit and power. A low life beyond humans, but above witches. Then again, at least witches were ignorant of thier sin of existence. Regardless, Valek moved his horse to the side of the forest, making it easier for the deformed clown to see him. His face stoic and grim, he awaited for the witch's betrayel to take place right before his very eyes.

"May God above have mercy on your damned soul, witch," he muttered to himself. "Let us pray He forgives mine as well."

[ReaptheMusic]

"Hmn..." Azga's eyes narrowed once more at the forest before quickly turning away. He headed back into camp and wore a big grin. "Come on everyone! Let's get a move on, Daylight's a wastin'!" He was practically bursting with energy. Perhaps it was because his group of 'friends' from last night had laughingly applauded his little shows. A little pick-me-up he had developed when his larger siphon, putting on shows for towns, was unattainable. He hurriedly packed up his carriage and gathered the garb necessary for such travel and performance.

It wasn't long before he had mounted his horse and waited for the others to join him, all the while humming to himself and making shapes in the air. Truly, this would be a magnificent play out indeed.

[LetterA]

Drina smiled gently at Takumi's weariness, nodding for her to go while he took care of cleaning up after the guests. "You can go ahead and change then," he answered with a chipper attitude, "I have everything here handled." At her weariness, however, he took to a gentle touch on her shoulder, hoping that sort of contact was comfortable. It should've been, right? After all, she was getting changed later on and it didn't matter if he got a bit of bandage on her. "Uhm," he started, only to be disrupted by the appearance of the caravan master.

At his cheery greeting, pretty much most of his guests had started up and away, some kind enough to put away their finished bowls while others simply left it there. Distracted by the mess, Drina gathered and stacked up the empty bowls, careful to carry them in a sort of hug towards his forearm. Turning to Takumi once more, he started, "If you need a bit of spiritual healing-" a gentle smile- "I recently siphoned and would be happy to sleep with you." He of course knew full well that the geisha wasn't one for the type of sleeping Drina was into, but considering his lack of sleep, he really didn't care if he was sexing it up or literally cuddling and just sleeping with someone. "I mean," he sniffed his shirt, "I suppose I should change before offering that sort of deal... not to mention I have dishes to wash"- his caravan often went unpacked and thus was in no need for cleaning up.

"Hm. Maybe I'll just brew you some special tea."

[Inuyasha]

Leo stood before the lion, who had slung it's head back in a ferocious roar, it's golden, silky mane bristling. Leo could feel the sound waves hitting his body, the magic pulsing through his veins. His brain pulsed, his veins and capillaries pumped magic, and he could feel a rising, warm feeling blasting through his body, starting at his toes and spreading to the top of his head. He opened his eyes, done with his Siphon. He petted the lion, caressing the back of it's head and mane. "Thanks Deej," he said, Deej being the name he had given the mighty African lion. He stepped out of the carriage to see Azga saddling up his horse. He walked to him, the soggy blades of grass, still wet from the morning mildew, squashing under his feet.

"Azga!" he called to him. "You're going into town later aren't you? Let me come with you."

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Cette lutte - il meurt.

Pierre kept briskly walking across the damp grass. He gingerly touched his mangled eye, and the deep scar that ran like a river down the right side of his face, remembering the time when he had gone just a little too far on stage. Things always seemed to go a little too far for him. This time he was pushed just a little too far off the deep end. He drew the blade out of his pocket again a kept flicking it in his hand compulsively. That's when he saw the priest, who sat valiantly on his horse. The clergy were such scum, basking in their self-ushered age of glory and god, ignorant to their gluttony and avarice. But it was necessary to play the game of god to exact his sort of revenge. He could turn back now, alert the caravan members of this le saulaud priest. He would be praised. No. He was just going to be another face in the crowd. This was what he had to do. He locked eyes with the priest and approached him. He knew he was crossing a threshold, one he could not pass back over. As he came face to face with the man, he looked him over. He was a little plump, and he had a bald cap. Classic priest stuff. He could take on the priest, cut him down where he stood. He did not.

"Let's keep this strictly business you fils de pute. I have what you need - when to attack, where any certain person will be at a certain time, and the best entry points. Without my information your attack will fail. Miserably. I want money. Lots of it. I want a full church immunity. And most of all, I want to kill Azga."

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Cette vie et ces mensonges.

[solamelike]

Before Faye could finish the pistol, it was time to set off. She was sure she would be able to continue whilst driving so she quickly stepped out to see the horse handlers attach the horses to her carriage. It wasn't long before her driver gave her a nod that everything was ready. Faye went back inside, making sure nothing would fall over whilst they where moving. Then she continued with her pocket pistol.
Faye's power was very useful with her work, she would melt metal and shape it how ever she needed. Despite all the flammable/explosive objects In her carriage she was comfortable using open flames, knowing she can control it with ease. Faye went into a chest filled with bottles, grabbing one as she closed and covered it once again and began to gulp down the alcoholic drink. It burned her throat but she was used to it by now. With a sigh she continued working.

[ReaptheMusic]

Azga looked to Leo and grinned as he came up to him riding his lion. He had to laugh at the spectacle.

"Sir Leo, You are a SIGHT to behold!" He turned his steed towards Leo. "You're always welcome to join us, naturally. Your lion act is a superb opener for the show, I can still remember nearly all of Paris in shock at you and," He paused to flip his hair. "My own act most of all." As he talked, various grunts began hooking up necessary carriages to take, including Fayes. His horse began to get ancy and seeing that everyone was ready to go, he turned to the caravan and raised his already loud voice. "Let's be off!"

With that his horse turned and began a canter across the field and back to the rode, riding ahead of everyone else. The wind blew through his pale locks, the air on his face made him laugh in joy and whimsy. He loved the thrill of being horseback... but his sense of foreboding had not left him at all.

[TheWendil]

Valek narrowed his eyes in cold disgust at the horrible abomination before him. What was this unholy spawn who dared to speak so haughtily before his presence? Valek was no ordinary priest, not so in the slightest. He did not dress in the manner of the higher ups; where as they were plump and bald, he retained a slim, almost bony figure in black garbs as dark hair crowned his head. Therefor, he was not to be taken lightly by some arrogant mishap of mankind who foolishly believed his generous benefactor was to be labeled that same as all the other cattle. And yet, Valek simply took in the clown's words, nodding when he felt it was appropriate to do so.

"You want money? Granted." The pig would not receive it. "Church immunity? You have my blessing." Another lie. "And, this Azga then? I will personally insure you have the opportunity to plant a knife in his back." Valek nearly snorted in amusement at the ring of his own words . The witch would no doubt find his own severed head next to his most despised leader's. God took no mercy from a traitor and a coward. Valek would be no different as his voice remained stoic and icy throughout the entire exchange.

"Very well then witch. You claim to have information? Enlighten me then, less you run and cling to your precious life."

[Stitches]

There was something unmistakable in the patient, calm and serene smile that Takumi kept on her features as Drina offered his own type of healing that said, in very loud undertones, that it would not be necessary or particularly enjoyed. Eventually, Drina resorted to brewing a special tea, and the hardness in her smile faded into something a little more genuine. "Some tea would be lovely-" she started, before Azga interrupted and told the crew that they were moving. Her smile faltered, as she helped collect the bowls but not clean them, and hurried off to her own caravan. All three of her.

She had to work fast, and she knew it. Without the disapproving gazes of the others (she knew for a fact that Leo did not enjoy her magic) she didn't have to overcomplicate - moving as a single being, the three versions of Takumi wiped off their make-up using a large bucket of water and some rags to dry their faces. The robes were removed and hung on the wardrobe, which was really a large trunk turned sideways and propped sturdily against the wall.

One of her drew the curtains shut whilst a grunt started to latch her caravan onto the horse, and the other two undressed completely and got changed into identical outfits made out of large scraps of cloth for shirts and trousers. That was the trademark symbol of being a clone of herself - these 'poor clothes' were lightweight, sturdy and suitable for work. The original Takumi pulled on a night-gown, and flicked open the ornate silken curtains to reveal the better half of the living quarters - a low table, nailed to the ground and a cabinet next to the wall full of her equipment, adjacent to the wardrobe. There was a heap of cushions to sit on and, right at the back of the caravan, a bedroll to sleep in. The original Takumi lay down on the bedroll, whilst the copies lay on the heap of cushions. Hopefully, they'd be able to get some rest during the journey.

[Inuyasha]

Pierre watched as the priest said yes to his every demand. He knew the fool was lying through his teeth, he had said yes to his every demand quickly - too quickly, and without a second thought. He knew the church wouldn't give him any of the things he had requested, but it was worth a shot. The clergy repulsed him, he would slay this man when he wasn't needed.

"You fucker, you're a terrible liar. You're lucky I dont gut you where you stand. You clergy think you're so great with the made-up word of god, you disgust me more than my peers. Here," he practically spat, taking out a parched piece and unfolding it. It was a map of the local area. He stabbed his finger at a small town on the map, "They're stopping here next. You'll have to attack by morning; West won't be on duty and they'll all be in one place. I hope you get slaughtered in the attack," he said, and then he spun around and walked off.