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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 27, 2017 2:23:59 GMT
Michael's pace was as fast as it could be as he navigated the marketplace. He was looking for his Aunt, who had set up a stall somewhere different today. He hoped that she didn't need his help since he had been trying to find her for a good half an hour now. Michael's frustrations were reaching a tipping point as he was pushed and shoved out of the way of rude strangers. He didn't like it here, it was overwhelming and too many people hated you because you were young. He took a moment to step forward out of the crowd to look at some nice scarves. He may be able to convince Aunt Marissa to give him one after all the strife of looking for her. He took another look back into the bustling crowd and walked back into it. It was a challenge looking for people at his height, and Aunt Marissa should have at least given him a little warning as to where she was going, instead of leaving a brief note about moving her stall.
Michael sighed heavily, searching the crowd for the familiar brown and grey and not finding it anywhere. Soon enough, he had reached the end of the marketplace, and all that was left was large tall buildings. He glanced back behind him, to the place filled with loud noise and colourful signs, wincing. He approached a staircase as sat at the bottom of it, putting his head in his hands. He watched the markets from afar, a little tired after all the searching and asking strangers if they had seen his aunt. He was there for a good ten minutes before someone opened the door that the stairs were attached to. "What are you doing here you mongrel! Get off of my stairs!" The angry man shouted, waving a broom at Michael.
The teen gave the man a puzzled look, that turned into fear as he broom came near his head. He leapt up and jogged away, muttering angry words about the man under his breath. He braved the markets again, deciding to head back to the Inn to sleep a little more. He sidestepped people a little more skillfully this time, not having to pay as much attention to the stalls this time. Once on the other side, he quickened his walk. He hated the walk from the markets to the Inn he stayed at. Just as he thought this, his shoe got caught on the cobblestone and he went tumbling forward. He held his hands forward to try and break the fall but his knees took most of the blunt force.
He let out a few unsavoury words and closed his eyes tightly. Embarrassed and now in pain. Michael then rolled over and sat up, checking his knees. They were bleeding, but nothing seemed too bad, except for the sting pain and the aching hand. He glared at his knees as if blaming them for this predicament and checked his aching hand for any damage. It seemed fine, but he knew better than to presume it was. The day was just getting worse and worse by the second.
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Post by Osric Fellblade on Dec 27, 2017 5:16:46 GMT
It was an unbearably hot day- at least, for someone wearing metal armor and thick cloth underneath. Osric pulled at the collar of his shirt in irritation. It was riding up on his neck and causing him a good deal of discomfort. At least there wasn't a good deal of crime today. The actual guards would have a time if there was; Osric himself was simply coming back from a small job that had been assigned to him in one of the small towns outside of the city. He had made quick work of the job and was now looking for some lunch, having had no chance to take his armor off.
As he walked along, he felt a sense of loneliness. Busy days in the market always made him feel like he was unimportant, a small speck in a crushing crowd of uncaring others. He had a hard time rationalizing his place in the universe when in a crowd; a small group of friends or being by himself was much more comforting. At least he would know where he stood with others. As it stood, he saw a chance to help someone else and make him not feel so lonely. A small kid had fallen down and skinned his knees and he walked over, offering the boy a hand to stand. "Are you alright there? Need some help?"
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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 27, 2017 9:20:50 GMT
Michael glanced up quickly as he heard loud footsteps approach. He squinted as the sun was right behind the man's head and tried to figure out who it was. From what he could tell it was a scary knight looking dude who was offering to help him up. He blinked at the hand and took the hand that was being offered. "Uhh thanks sir." He mumbled as he stood up. His knees stung harshly and he winced a bit. He took a short breath and then furrowed his brow. He took a sniff this time and tilted his head at the man. He smelt vaguely of a wolf...which meant he was either a werebeast or involved with a werebeast. He looked at the man imploringly but didn't say anything.
He then dusted his knees and took a step back, ten thousand questions in his eyes. He went to articukate a few of them, such as 'if you are a werebeast how are you a human knight' but he knew that may be a touchy subject. Instead he lowered his gaze and adjusted his weight side to side awkwardly. "Thanks. Ummm...I don't er-" He cleared his throat and shook his head. "I'm Michael."
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Post by Osric Fellblade on Jan 3, 2018 4:01:33 GMT
Osric realized he probably cut an imposing figure to the kid. He seemed to be intimidated, and Osric bit back a chuckle. He remembered being a little intimidated by the knights that visited his village as a child, and rightly so. They all seemed so tall to a younger child, and their armor making that clanking, their horses with smart steps, and their sharp swords all served to both terrify him and thrill him. He tried to make himself seem more personable to the boy before him, especially since he smelled that he was a werebeast. It was a secret that couldn't be kept from others of their kind.
His strong muscles made it seem easy to lift the child from the ground, and he winced in pity as he saw the skinned knees. "That looks rather painful. You ought to be a bit more careful in the future." He was prepared to make his leave when the boy introduced himself, and he decided to stay for a few moments. He didn't have anywhere in particular to be at the moment. "Sir Osric, at your service," he replied smartly, smiling. "Are you new to the city?"
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 3, 2018 5:29:38 GMT
Michael glanced down and nodded. "Yeah. It is. I'll be alright though. I think the cobblestone should be more polite." he joked softly, awkwardly rubbing his arm. He inclined his head in acknowledgment of the knight's name, "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Osric." He didn't know what to do with himself in the presence of a knight who might not be human, and as such he was a little uncomfortable with the person and the situation. He internally calmed himself down, reasoning that the knight probably already had smelt the werebeast on him and so he wasn't going to start discriminating now, especially if he was another werebeast! With this in mind, he readied an answer for the knight. "I'm not new necessarily but I've only been here a few time."
He took a deep breath, "I'm actually looking for my aunt right now, that was why I fell. I wasn't paying attention to my feet." He shuffled a little, "Like I said, the cobblestone should learn some manners." He knew that his joke would probably fall short.
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Post by Osric Fellblade on Jan 18, 2018 20:00:04 GMT
The knight laughed in acknowledgement of the boy's joke, glancing down at the cobblestone under their feet. "I have known the road to be rather rude at times. I'll have to get it to cooperate." He then gazed down at the boy, unsure of what to say or do. Somehow, he felt he shouldn't leave knowing that the boy was a werebeast who knew that he was a werebeast. He was about to speak, when the boy mentioned that he was looking for his aunt. Dipping his head, he adjusted his sword on his hip and smiled. "Well, now there's something I can help with. What is your aunt's name?" He was familiar with several of the local vendors and would hopefully be able to help him out. Michael Crevan |
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 19, 2018 4:09:23 GMT
A smile tugged at Michael's lips as the knight laughed at his joke, and his shoulders relaxed. At least this man wasn't too stern, he shouldn't pose too much of a threat to Michael's existence in the city. Despite knowing that the tall man in front of him was a werebeast, he was still uncertain about how he would be treated. Once he knew that the man wasn't too uptight, Michael knew he had a little less to worry about. He gave an even bigger smile to Sir Osric as he offered to help Michael.
"My Aunt is Marissa Sikh." Michael had to admit that he didn't use his aunt's name too often. She had decided that he should keep his last name to honour his father. He thought that was a stupid idea but it was not his legal right to change it. He shuffled forward a few steps, "We aren't here very often...only a few times a year." he admitted, hoping that this information would help the knight.
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Post by Osric Fellblade on Jan 19, 2018 15:30:10 GMT
Osric nodded at the aunt's name. "I'm not familiar with her name, but usually they put the less permanent vendors near the edges of the market. We'll walk over there and see if you see her." With that, the man began walking, keeping his strides relatively short so the smaller boy could keep up. As they walked, Osric kept a hand on his blade, his eyes scanning the marketplace for any nefarious happenings. He was careful as always. "So, what does your aunt sell?"
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 20, 2018 5:14:03 GMT
Michael had presumed the knight didn't know his aunt, but he was a little disappointed anyway. He was certainly glad that the man knew where the less permanent stalls were so he followed the much taller man. He was quite interested in how the man seemed to be on guard always, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He quietly wondered what sort of life the other werebeast would have had to go through to become a knight. How many lies he must have spun. Michael tried to quench the uneasiness, reminding himself that someone would not have become a knight for nefarious reasons.
He stalled his thoughts and instead decided to reply to Sir Osric, "my aunt sells furs and clothing. She's quite adept at it but she likes to take her time doing it." He told the much taller man, quickening his pace to keep up. Michael didn't mind that they weren't too well off, he had his aunt and he had the rest of his pack. What else would he need?
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