AlexStarsion

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

This. Looks. Awesome. Quick questions: newer to the site, should I go read the old RP so I know exactly whats going on? (I'm guessing yes x.x" but wanted to ask anyway :D)

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@AngelKitten so... are going to show back up!? Cuz I feel jipped on meeting y our character!!!

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Oh new person!! Sorry guys for the delay! I know it's been four days, I'm bad at that. T.T" I'll try to stop it from happening again in the near future. Letssa go!!

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Geoffrey shook himself as if he had lost his train of thought in the middle of a conversation. "Ain' no problem. Figured..." coughing to get the "frog" out of his throat. "I have figured, since Zander is travelling with you. None of you are from around this area. Plus, if the guard does happen to stop us, I can get us out of it. Travellers round these parts usually hire meself or one of the barmaids."

Zander scowled at the younger and opened his mouth when Nymira's question cut across him. He felt light headed mind you, tired still, and he didn't really have a horse to travel on. His stead had been left at the family stables all those moons ago. Geoffrey would offer him to ride with him, but they both stood about the same height. It would make it awkward, and would probably give the little one a laughing fit. Turning his gaze to Cecil as he stuttered about still, Zander couldn't help but feel at a loss. He knew nothing of Machina. Sure the outside looked organic, and the insides probably wouldn't take any healing he would try.

"I have no horse," Zander stated pointing down to his well worn sandals. "I've either gotten a ride with a caravan of travellers, or walked wherever the wind takes me. Having my Seal Papers helps, everyone can use healing..." He tappered off there and looked again at Cecil. "Is there nothing I can do, to help you relax... Can you even sleep for that matter? Would that help at all?"

Geoffrey tilted his head, why wouldn't Cecil be able to sleep? Zander was a better healer than most he had met. Was he missing something. Tilting his head the other way he replayed the conversations going on, something about someone needing to repair Cecil. Mayhap he misheard, than again, he had seen all sorts of strange folk, so maybe this Cecil had Machina body parts and that's what was bothering him. Geoffrey shrugged.

"You can ride with me Zander," he told the other Myuran. "It'll look silly but I don't trust you on a horse right now. Ya passed out once, needn't let it 'appen again."

Zander scowled and let it go. He; however, couldn't help the grin when Amuné glared at him. He knew she didn't like him, and he had a feeling they wouldn't get along well either. She knew his family, better reason to keep her away so she didn't ask questions that didn't need answered. Turning back to Nymira, "Geo will guide us to the next town I guess... So, when do we leave?"

Geoffrey headed out into the main room of the bar, waving Bev over with the packed food and a scowl set on his face. Addressing her to take it out to the travellers cart, he sprinted up the stairs, heading for his room. Stepping inside he took a deep breath and scowled harder at his mother. "They'll be leavin' soon.. Ya sure ya can 'andle the Inn and da Bar when I'mmaway??"

"He was burning his papers," Olga ignored her sons question. His bow and quiver already laid out on his bed. A pack...packed with clothing and minor essentials. "I want you to keep away from town for awhile. Don't argue with me boy! When the town finds out we had a Magi staying here, one that killed the mayor. Questions are going to be asked. I'll send word through the group when you can come back. No sooner no later." Olga handed him his flute as well. "Get! You been wantin' an 'cuse to see tha' world, get! Leave this old woman to man the income."

Geoffrey hugged her tight, and felt dread fill him. If she was talking about sending word to him through the Pirates that she once worked with, that meant things were going to get serious here. Hugging her tighter and listening to her wheezing breaths, he grabbed his pack and went back down to meet the group. His scowl leaving him as he watched the odd group try to get along.

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Okay... so I wasn't sure... So I figured I'd leave it so we can move forward and have a way for Geoffrey to join the group temporarily until such a time as it moves forward :D

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Zander shook Ethan's hand, reaffirming that he would still be apart of this group. He wasn't surprised Nymira or Ethan had heard of it. He wasn't shocked that Cecil seemed to be so out of it, and Zander wanted to offer something, but his reserves still were low. He knew better than to force magic when he was feeling this low. He was however, shocked when Amuné shouted about there being no way he was a Starsion. He looked at the younger child, held tilted to the side, as if truly seeing her for the first time. He brushed it off, unsure and unease on how the little one knew his family name.

Ancestors had carved it into history books, healers and preachers. Outstanding members of the Chruch of the Saints. Regarded much as the hands of the Saints by some with how they could turn a plague into a mild cough. He blushed when he thought of it, how some of his newer family members had dragged that name downwards. Shaking his mind from such thoughts, he nodded about the weapons, already imagining different Seals needed to strengthen a new branch to be used as a tool for his defense.

"You're still a dumb meanie." Zander let out a snort, and a smile slipped on his face. No, he wasn't nice to any of them. He hadn't seen a need to be. Ethan was alright on the eyes, so he would follow him. The others seemed to agree in that he was their leader on this odd Pilgrimage. Shaking his had he looked up as th door opened, allowing Geoffrey back into the room.

"Ma says o tell you lot," Geoffrey's voice was thick with something Zander couldn't place. "She packed you off with food, and I'm to take you to the next village. I do it all the time, so it won' look off if I'mma take you there. Show ya the way..."

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Hehe that's the point he's slgihtly acting and yet at the same time, the wound, the poisoning has slightly knocked him down a little bit. Would they know... *looks at @Vena Sera * Part of me wants to say yes, since they are a church family with an active temple still... At the same time, part of me wants to say it would be more so like stories of them... IDK I'm also trying not to steal the limelight from @Mogtaki 's Cecil atm D: so part of me wants to say yes.

Yes, even a smaller town would have at least HEARD of the healing family, just not their Seal Papers. Like a family secret that isn't a secret but it's exactly fully well known.

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Sorry for the delay... and the slightly choppy post. And the sporaticness of it...

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Geoffrey sat at the long oak table, running his hand through his slightly matted brown hair and let out a soft sigh. This was going to be great business turning away people who needed healing. Zander had kept his mouth shut about anything else that had happened in the small time they had been in Geoffrey's room. It was turning towards evening, business out on the floor would get louder, caravans coming in for a rest. He let out another sigh as the door to the private sitting room opened to allowed Nymira, Amune, Cecil and Ethan entrance. Each took a seat, and Geoffrey paid close attention to them even if he seemed to be focused on pouring out drinks from his seat. He wouldn't press them to drink, he knew better than that. He did however, take a sip from his copper goblet, just to show them it wasn't anything funny.

Listening intently, he nodded as Nymira spoke about travelling with Zander. Ethan stating no one was in trouble and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle when the young girl countered the other two. He couldn't let that pass, "No. I think Zander can be a right..." he mulled over the wording due to the lady and the young girl being present with a soft smile. "Pain. Yes, Pain would be the word I'm lookin' for. Though I must ask, are you his guard?"

The looks he got would have turned a lesser man out of his chair and for the door if he had to guess. "Forgive me askin'," Geoffrey quickly continued. "Just, Zander is a Starsion." He let it go at that, as if it explained everything. It didn't, but it wasn't his place to continue. If theses people journeyed with Zander, he slightly pitied them. He knew his way around a cure for just about anything, but his people skills were lacking from being locked up in the Church's Temple. Pampered. Shaking the thought from his head he took a closer look at the group.

"You look dead on your feet," Geoffrey grinned and couldn't resist the next blurp he let out. "So you lot didn't help Zander escape whoever threatened him then. He says the mayor's death wasn't his doing. Came tearing in here, knocked poor Bev down, ran into my mother's room and ripped down his Papers. Crazied look in his eyes, said someone tampered with one of them."

He stretched and stood slowly, "if you mean to leave, I'd suggest taking the back alley behind here, should have enough room for the cart and the horses. I'll fetch his royal pain from my chambers. If you do, however, choose to stay here. I'm sure we can cut a deal, since you're friends with Zander and all."

Rubbing his chin he moved towards the door and stopped with his back to them and his hand on the handle, "I'd suggest eating something. Specially your friend with the metal on him. Looks like he could use for a good rest. If me mom, Olga, bigger lady, graying hair and bright green lamps, happens to come in. I'd suggest taking whatever food she gives you." At this he pointed at Amuné, "She'll think the young'n will starve to death. Not like we don't have the gold to feed those in need."

He stood there for a moment, they were in a hurry, he didn't want to stop them. At the same time, he didn't want Zander to leave with them. He wanted to go as well, but his mother would never allow it. She was getting on in age, someone had to take over the Inn and Pub when she was gone. Sighing and casting a wistful glance at the group he nodded, bowed, and walked out to get Zander.

No sooner had he opened the door, than had Zander fallen inside, shock present on his face quickly covered by a blush at being caught eavesdropping. Geoffrey scowled, and pulled the slightly older boy into the room with a huff and lead him to a seat across from Nymira and Ethan. "I'd suggest you explain to them your name! Also why you thought it was polite to eavesdrop when it couldda had nothin' ta do wit' chu!" His slang came out think and heavy with slight anger. "Healers are respectable people, they don't skulk!"

Zander nodded along with the younger, eyes wide and slightly happy to see him in a tizzy. It reminded him of his only friend from back home, and he watched Geoffrey head out the door. Zander's eyes lingered there, on the same kind of oak door, staring intently at it and not looking at what he assumed would be scowls. His hoodie was cast off over his shoulder, a plain white shirt against even paler skin and a small huff passed his lips.

"I did annoy him," Zander asked to no one. "Quite a bit with that. Part of me wants to know why you bothered coming for me, but I think I know the answer." He cast his eyes towards Ethan and Nymira, panic was present there. His face; however, showed nothing. His left hand kept touching at the branded mark on his right shoulder for all to see in the sleeveless shirt he had on. His white hair matted down as well and looked silver in the pale lights illuminating the room. His chest wound, sealed but not fully closed made him take lighter breaths. "So, do I come as a free fellow? Or a prisoner for you?"

He wasn't pandering this time, the chest wound, the fear his magic had been tampered with, and the effects it would have on this town. He had healed children and the elderly, he spoke up to the group to tell them this. He had been here less than two weeks, the longest he had stayed in a town. Olga, Geoffrey's mother, had become ill from a poison slipped into her drink, that he had been trying to purge for weeks to no avail. He kept his eyes downcast at the table as he spoke and sighed at the end of this small tale.

"Olga," Zander finished up. "Should be able to get your weapons back to you. If you tell me which way you plan to head off for camping, or if you plan to stay the night here. I know of a few tonics that will make he horses look different, and the cart look more worn than it is now." He drank from Geoffrey's goblet without a second thought. He didn't touch the other drinks. They would still think him a murderer.

"I'm also sure," Zander said placing the drink back onto the table. "That you would like to get going sooner before word gets out that I killed the mayor. If people think that, those I healed... that blood will be on my hands..." He shook himself from that train of thought and looked at the other two, Amuné and Cecil. His eyes stayed on those two a little longer. Cecil looked dead on his feet, fighting off what would be sleep to anything but a Machina. The youngest, looked paler than normal, probably from the fright she had been subjected too. The death and the murder and the sudden loss of that smaller innocence that people overlooked.

Taking as deep a breath as he could he stood and bowed with his head almost touching the tabletop, "I am Zander Starsion. Though you are Magi, I pledge my life, until such a time as comes to pass, to keep this band of travellers from harms way. Whether it be in shame, or with what little dignity I can regain."

Zander was scared. His family trade, their secrets, had been used openly before, but NOT like this.

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Geoffrey grinned as more and more people gathered to hear his playing, pretty soon he'd have to set down the Whistle and go back inside to grab his flute. Ending the song with a mirth in his eyes, he could hear the mixed chatter from down below and would have patted himself on the back for the extra business he was bringing in. With his back to the wall, the doorway out to the balcony open he could sometimes make out Zander's loud snoring from the room. It added to the merriment he placed into the song.

Getting ready to head back inside for his flute to add more notes than with the thistle, he stared down at the Dimuran woman making her way towards the front of the group of children and adults alike. His grin stayed in place, he had met a few of her kind before. They were given great respect by his mother, whom always treated them with the courtesy of their people.

Upon hearing Zander's name, he flinched slightly. If these had been the people the guard had sent to collect Zander he wouldn't back down, but a nagging at the back of his mind told him they were not his enemy. HE couldn't place her face though, probably in need of healing or something and hearing from the townsfolk of a Muran who charged next to nothing for his services.

Opening his mouth to call down, he closed it with a clack. Deciding instead to motion for her to enter the Pubs entrance with a gesture he turned on his heel and headed back inside. Stopping in the doorway, he stared at Zander who still lay asleep and dead to the world around him. Calling over his shoulder to the audience who groaned at his retreating back, "Now now, you can't keep a respectable Dimuran waiting. It's wrong. Give me a few minutes, and I'll bring out the flute." Sighing he went over to tap the boy on the shoulder to awaken him.

"..Mmmm... get back in bed...." was Zander's reply as he rolled over and groaned softly at the motion. Sitting up slowly and letting out a pained hiss, he lifted his hand to his chest and felt the bandages. "I see, so it wasn't a dream then..." Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he looked at Geoffrey expectantly.

"Some Dimuran is out there askin' after ya," Geoffrey grinned. "Should I bring her up? Or turn her away? She don't look like she need much healin' done to her." Zander shook his head and laid back down. He didn't answer either question, causing some of Geoffrey's good mood to slip away. He hated when the older was in one of his "Holier than Thou" moods. It made him want to give him a swift kick in the backend to straighten up. "I'll bring her up then. Plus, knowing Mother she'll offer the woman a room on the cheaper side. Don' know why she likes them lot."

He ignored Zander's muttering with a put upon sigh and headed towards the door.

Olga looked out to see why the sudden melody had stopped, and why the crowd was dispersing. It was still early for her child to end his song unless Zander had pulled him away. She'd have to remind them of their deal for him staying for a few more days. Coughing harshly, she headed for the door to offer the adults small specials on drinks. She spotted Nymira quickly enough in a see of Murans.

"A Dimuran," Olga called out and bowed to the girl. She had the grace of someone of standing, possibly the daughter of a great warrior by the way her eyes cast left and right keeping a watch for danger. "Come, sit and have a meal. You look dead on your feet." Her eyes were gentle but her request firm. Her gaze locked with a Muran's on horseback and the cart behind them. "Allow your friends a small rest as well. My boy will be down swiftly. We don't keep our customer's waiting for anything." She held the door open for a few guests and coughed again.

Geoffrey headed towards the back and nodded to Bev to lead the Dimuran his way. The back room would allow for privacy, and was always filled with the scents of the kitchen. Keep the customer fed and happy was his mother's way of thinking. He agreed with it fully. The group behind her, that seemed to watch Nymira intently looked just as tired as Nymira.

Sitting cups down at the table, he left a jug of chilled apple juice and a smaller flagon of mead just in case. Straighting his shirt and pants, he waited for this woman who knew Zander was staying here. Speaking of the devil, Zander hadn't moved form his bed. He stared at the tainted Seal Paper with a look of utter loathing. This wasn't one of his. So whom had his parents taught the script too now?