My posting will be slow this week due to it being midterms for the chemistry department so my spare timd will be scarce.
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Silk smiled warmly as she listened to the girl talk while paying equal attention to the footfalls that had her so curious, trying to count them, gauge their direction, their intention. Pretty impossible considering the occasion but still, old habits and all. A solitary fox-like ear tracked the noise while her other focused entirely on the sound of the girls voice, who either liked the sound of her own voice. Or was possessed of a tendency toward rambling. Which was fine either way. Silk liked the sound of her voice. Plus her reaction to being sniffed had been absolutely adorable. It made Silk want to tease her.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Getting to know random strangers is how people eventually become friends. No one is born knowing their friends after all,” Silk responded conversationally. She looked at the girl curiously. “Your friends sound like good people, even if they are idiots and jerks. But tell me something, call it curiosity. I noticed that you carry a staff. Are you a mage? A healer perhaps? Forgive me but I don’t know all that much about magic or fighting or things like that. I'm just a merchant of sorts after all,” Silk said with feigned but genuine sounding curiosity. The footfalls were going in the wrong direction now. Silk relaxed internally, her outward expression having not changed from one of friendly curiosity.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Getting to know random strangers is how people eventually become friends. No one is born knowing their friends after all,” Silk responded conversationally. She looked at the girl curiously. “Your friends sound like good people, even if they are idiots and jerks. But tell me something, call it curiosity. I noticed that you carry a staff. Are you a mage? A healer perhaps? Forgive me but I don’t know all that much about magic or fighting or things like that. I'm just a merchant of sorts after all,” Silk said with feigned but genuine sounding curiosity. The footfalls were going in the wrong direction now. Silk relaxed internally, her outward expression having not changed from one of friendly curiosity.
Now if you give me a few minutes to whip something up.
I'm pretty sure that Godzilla is coming on to me...
*Adjusts collar*
...it's those eyes...
*Adjusts collar*
...it's those eyes...
“Why yes, it is, isn't it,” Silk responded as she turned to face the girl who she assumed was addressing her and smiled warmly as she appraised the girl with the same careful consideration that she applied to any potential mark. She was a pretty enough young thing, with blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine like jewels. Her clothes looked fancy and elegant, though that alone was no indication of personal wealth. She had a staff as well. A mage? Maybe a healer? Silk was not well versed in magic so she couldn't be sure but it was clearly no walking stick. Suddenly curious Silk leaned in closer, much like the girl had done and made a show of taking in her scent. She smelled nice.
Around them the crowd roared with approval as the wyvern rider performed another deft trick of skill. Despite this Silk maintained eye contact with the young lady, finally deciding not to rob her at the present moment. This was decided not out of any good will you have to understand, it was simply that she detected intelligence in those eyes and that increased the risk involved. And with the number of guards around due to the festival, no matter how lacklustre their attitude toward their duty might be, the chance of getting caught was again increased. Besides, she had already made quite the killing today. There was no point in pushing her luck. She turned back toward the show and made a point of looking thoughtful yet engaged. “I wonder how long it takes to learn a trick like that? It must be hard. I couldn't possibly imagine,” she said conversationally.
Her ears twitched, focusing on the sound of the crowd rather than the festival itself. Rhythmic footsteps, moving in time. It was hard to tell how many but they were getting closer, though not directly in her direction. Guards? Had the merchant realized already? That was bad luck all round if it was the case. Then again it could have nothing to do with her, or be something else entirely. She made no attempt to remove herself from the throng of people. As it was she was hidden pretty well from sight. She turned back toward the curious young lady. “Are you here by yourself?” she asked curiously, not entirely sure of her own intentions. “My name is Silk, I'm a travelling merchant of sorts. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss?”
Around them the crowd roared with approval as the wyvern rider performed another deft trick of skill. Despite this Silk maintained eye contact with the young lady, finally deciding not to rob her at the present moment. This was decided not out of any good will you have to understand, it was simply that she detected intelligence in those eyes and that increased the risk involved. And with the number of guards around due to the festival, no matter how lacklustre their attitude toward their duty might be, the chance of getting caught was again increased. Besides, she had already made quite the killing today. There was no point in pushing her luck. She turned back toward the show and made a point of looking thoughtful yet engaged. “I wonder how long it takes to learn a trick like that? It must be hard. I couldn't possibly imagine,” she said conversationally.
Her ears twitched, focusing on the sound of the crowd rather than the festival itself. Rhythmic footsteps, moving in time. It was hard to tell how many but they were getting closer, though not directly in her direction. Guards? Had the merchant realized already? That was bad luck all round if it was the case. Then again it could have nothing to do with her, or be something else entirely. She made no attempt to remove herself from the throng of people. As it was she was hidden pretty well from sight. She turned back toward the curious young lady. “Are you here by yourself?” she asked curiously, not entirely sure of her own intentions. “My name is Silk, I'm a travelling merchant of sorts. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss?”
“That's fair enough I suppose,” Maxwell responded without much enthusiasm. For a moment he was sure that he had caught a trace of something in Kanoa's expression when she looked at him but he made little of it. He was bad at that kind of thing to begin with so he had probably imagined it. But her comment about the gardening club. Was that a joke? Probably. But if not it might be something worth investigating in his own time. “Right,” he responded simply, following after her as she led them into the forest. For some reason he felt a little ill at ease but he had no idea why. His revere was broken when Kanoa asked a surprisingly curious question.
“Kitsune?” Maxwell said aloud, as if he had never heard of such a thing. In fact the truth was the opposite. He had simply been surprised to hear the word, out here in a forest in the heart of backwater Maine. In truth he actually knew a little about them, the mythology and the origin of the name. His father was a supernatural buff and fiction author to boot after all. He also collected crap like that. Maxwell for his part had never really been interested in that kind of stuff. Not until recently anyway.
“Really, that's what comes to mind?” Maxwell had no words to describe just how creepy Mary had sounded. He sighed and shook his head. He had to agree with Augusts take on the whole situation. They were all on the wrong side on the weirdness scale for anyone to be throwing around comments like that. Despite himself he actually smiled and laughed to himself. “And what, you really think that if anyone was going to be doing the killing of nubile young teens it would be Kanoa? I can think of much better better candidates,” he said with some levity looking directly at Mary.
It then that Kanoa tried to explain the logic behind the reasoning that she was basing her conclusions upon. Maxwell was suddenly a lot less at ease with the whole situation. He had assumed that she was working with something a little more...ironclad than pure speculation. “Tried to hypnotise you, huh?” he said with no apparent emotion. He really should have just walked away right at that moment and forgotten all of this madness. “So why couldn't it?” he said more to himself than to Kanoa.
When they arrived at their apparent destination Maxwell found himself not sure what to say exactly. What exactly had he been expecting? Maxwell had to admit that if nothing else the building really fit the bill. Located deep in the forest. Hard to see among the trees. Or was it a tree that looked like a house. It wasn't like he had been expecting something normal like a wood cabin or a tent but still this was something else. He sighed at Kanoa's apparent lack of a sense of danger, yet found himself following immediately after her into the house. House tree? Tree house?
It was dim inside, lit by a glowing fire off to one side of the room, instruments of varying varieties scattered about a table. Clearly someone lived here. The fire suggested that until recently someone had even been here. Or still was here. Yet for some reason he was not as scared as he knew he ought to be. He walked over to the instruments and picked up what he believed to be a violin. He made no attempt to play it and instead turned it over curiously in his hands. Seemed pretty unremarkable. He turned his eyes toward the door way into the next room. “So what do we do now?” he asked seriously.
“Kitsune?” Maxwell said aloud, as if he had never heard of such a thing. In fact the truth was the opposite. He had simply been surprised to hear the word, out here in a forest in the heart of backwater Maine. In truth he actually knew a little about them, the mythology and the origin of the name. His father was a supernatural buff and fiction author to boot after all. He also collected crap like that. Maxwell for his part had never really been interested in that kind of stuff. Not until recently anyway.
“Really, that's what comes to mind?” Maxwell had no words to describe just how creepy Mary had sounded. He sighed and shook his head. He had to agree with Augusts take on the whole situation. They were all on the wrong side on the weirdness scale for anyone to be throwing around comments like that. Despite himself he actually smiled and laughed to himself. “And what, you really think that if anyone was going to be doing the killing of nubile young teens it would be Kanoa? I can think of much better better candidates,” he said with some levity looking directly at Mary.
It then that Kanoa tried to explain the logic behind the reasoning that she was basing her conclusions upon. Maxwell was suddenly a lot less at ease with the whole situation. He had assumed that she was working with something a little more...ironclad than pure speculation. “Tried to hypnotise you, huh?” he said with no apparent emotion. He really should have just walked away right at that moment and forgotten all of this madness. “So why couldn't it?” he said more to himself than to Kanoa.
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When they arrived at their apparent destination Maxwell found himself not sure what to say exactly. What exactly had he been expecting? Maxwell had to admit that if nothing else the building really fit the bill. Located deep in the forest. Hard to see among the trees. Or was it a tree that looked like a house. It wasn't like he had been expecting something normal like a wood cabin or a tent but still this was something else. He sighed at Kanoa's apparent lack of a sense of danger, yet found himself following immediately after her into the house. House tree? Tree house?
It was dim inside, lit by a glowing fire off to one side of the room, instruments of varying varieties scattered about a table. Clearly someone lived here. The fire suggested that until recently someone had even been here. Or still was here. Yet for some reason he was not as scared as he knew he ought to be. He walked over to the instruments and picked up what he believed to be a violin. He made no attempt to play it and instead turned it over curiously in his hands. Seemed pretty unremarkable. He turned his eyes toward the door way into the next room. “So what do we do now?” he asked seriously.
If Silk were to sniff Isabella is there anything particular that she would smell of? Putting those Taguel senses to some use.
@Spawnling Didn't you know? Everyone is gay on the internet.
It's true. Just like there are no girls on the internet. Cold hard facts.
*Sighs happily*
I love you guys...
*Coughs*
...in a completely platonic, manly kind of way...
I love you guys...
*Coughs*
...in a completely platonic, manly kind of way...
I'll get a post up tomorrow, was going to do so now but I'm a little tired from labs. Only had one post in me.
*Bows apologetically*
*Bows apologetically*
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