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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2014 21:36:54 GMT -6
RHYS
Am I really home?
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the return -- prelude
Is this what Aster looked like? Rhysander couldn't quite tell. Some things were familiar to a point buy beyond that, nothing. He knew he was from Hryst, that this was where he had lived. He knew who he was, Rhysander Morrow but not much else. He liked to think he had a family somewhere or that his parents were living, something to root him in place. They say personal familiarity will bring a lost memory back, so he wished for such. Ambling into the city, Upper Aster to be more precise, Rhys did his best not to jostle anybody he was walking past. It seemed to be a busy day, the market was out, people were haggling for goods and Rhys was pretty sure he was pickpockets scurry through the crowd. Deep within his inner self, Rhys felt a need to thwart them but most were underage children and it wouldn't feel right to make them go hungry. So he ignored it. Rhys moved off the main street that held the market stalls and onto one of the side streets that wasn't as crowded. The sun overhead marked it at about noon, maybe a little past. Most people would be at their jobs, which probably explained why he saw more women than men out and about. Housewives, if he guessed correctly. A few caught him staring, which wasn't for what they thought, and gave him welcoming smiles. It only hurried his step to put as much distance between them as he could. Tch, shameless..What he needed to do was find a tavern to sit down for a drink. His throat was parched, his legs weary and his stomach may have rumbled once or twice. By his mental count, it had been two days since he ate or drank anything. He wasn't due for something. He only hoped he didn't look like his was dying, or sick, with the way he leaned heavily on his quarterstaff. It worked well enough as a walking stick. Something jostled his cloak and on instinct, he lashed his staff to the side. There was a surprised yelp and the sound of wood thumping flesh. Stopping immediately, he spun to face a kid who had fallen onto his behind. A coin pouch was nestled in his lap, as well as a nasty bruise on his wrist. The boy had a terrified expression painted on his face and was very near tears. Rhys took a quick look about and the few people scattered about were giving him, not the boy, disapproving looks. Some were even talking amongst themselves about how a grown man could hit a little boy. Damn.It was obvious he couldn't retrieve his money without things becoming dangerous. A small group of the city watch was heading his way, likely on patrol and would step in, so he hurried away. Now he had no money, was tired and hungry. Things were not going his way. No matter what though, he would not stoop to stealing to sate himself. He'd just have to find another way to fill his needs. If only his damned memory would come back. For some reason, Rhys knew everything would make a turn for the better if he just remembered. NOTES: Big post is big.
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Post by Brynne on Jun 15, 2014 11:27:24 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.  Ohhh, today she allowed herself to do something she always loved to take part in. Dres like that of a mortal.. stay amid their crowds and observe her people. Any time spent with them was time spent well. She smirked around at unruly children, admired loving old couples as they held hands down the stone streets, and laughed at a few boys in an alley way playing pretend with wooden swords and rifles. There was a new air of hope around the streets now that ships' passages departed and returned safely - trade flowing back through the city.
She stood on the balcony of the bar, drinking a small little glass of what appeared to be some generic liquor.. but was really apple juice. It was small things about the earth that she enjoyed and often missed in her clouds above. Apple juice was one of her favorites... the glass charade simply made her look more in-place. The glowing essence of her skin and hair was dulled down a bit, the emerald of her eyes - darkened. A sleeveless, ebony top covered her for springtime along with flowing, tan trousers to match the 'working-man's' attire. The disguised goddess shifted her eyes about, simply studying her children while hidden among them, and her eyes caught the purse-snatcher and the young one's victim.
Brynne couldn't help but smile and shake her head. So young and careless. He knew better... she'd seen him with his father once. An honorable man, a good man, who taught him good manners and morals. He'd learn.. and no sooner than later! The man who'd caught him cowered away from the crowd though, which made her frown. He could have stood up and taught the boy a lesson - tell him what good it did the world to steal (none) and perhaps toss him a coin or two for a meal if he truly was that hungry. The people around obviously hadn't seen the entire ordeal. Who were they to judge him so with their eyes?
Oh... she knew him. Rhysander Morrow... a dead-man walking... the seas were her enemy that day and she fought so, so, so hard above him with the storms. It wasn't enough for his crew.. how lucky he was, and how sorrowful her heart felt in her chest. He had been through such trials.
It only took a blink to put her beside him, a little bit behind, without being noticed. She still carried around her little glass of 'incognito scotch' and put a soft hand to his shoulder. Upon the touch, the goddess could feel the emptiness of his mind. Everything of his own memories flowed to her's.. He was lost. But, he was home.. Perhaps, then, she could lead him the right way. Guidance without control. Assistance without medling. Brynne leaned forward to speak into his ear while he walked forward, keeping in-step with his paces. "I would not worry.. they were not witness to his actions, but they'll soon put two-and-two together to see you faultless," she smiled, dropping her hand since she'd probably gotten his attention. But she didn't stop, she kept walking. Around a corner.. through a smaller alley, and onto a much less busy street away from the glaring crowd.
(I TRIED TO DO A BIG POST TOO ACKH.) |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 11:37:19 GMT -6
RHYS
Am I really home?
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the return -- first verse
His stomach grumbled a few times as he walked. The hunger aches gnawed at him, like it was trying to go through him and out of his body. He could handle it though, as he had for the past couple of days. It would eventually dull and leave him feeling weak, but not bothered by the ache. It felt like torture to him to pass a few food vendors, all those spiced aromas wafting under his nose and nothing he could do to help it. That boy had taken the remainder of his coin, which hadn't been much, but it could of bought him a few hours leeway. The next thing he knew, a gentle calmness was passing through him. It was only vaguely that he felt a hand on his shoulder yet he did nothing but walk. A woman's voice spoke into his ear, which was comforting, and made him feel at ease about the previous situation. As he turned his head to get a good look at this person, she was already walking past him and away. As his head started to clear, he became suspicious about what happened and felt the burning desire to investigate. He could still see her in the distance and hurried his step to catch up. It wasn't hard, and it wasn't like she was trying to avoid him, or that's what he was thinking. Soon he was in step with her, as she had been with him. He eyed her warily, unsure what to say. He didn't know her, or assumed he didn't. With the core of his memories still locked within his mind, there could be a multitude of things he once knew but could no longer. So he figured he'd be the silent one until she said something else. Maybe he could bum some money from her? The Gods above know he needed it. If only he knew that was true in this sense. NOTES: Delayed post is delayed.
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Post by Brynne on Jun 19, 2014 20:44:22 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE. The goddess smiled hearing the steps behind her. His steps. There were many of course, but she had expected his to continue on - and so they did. This street was much less populous. A few marketeers shouted and booned for passerbys to buy their wares or goods. Families walked by, couples, children playing in small puddles and scurrying off. What a grand and lively place this city was. The potential it had to be all around...
Her head tilted back a little at him and she gave him a soft smile with shut lids. She slowed her walking so that he could catch up and walk alongside her, offering her company without words. She sensed an easiness about him now.. perhaps it was good that she'd comforted him when she did. He just needed--
"A push in the right direction," she spoke to him, nodding and then looking out to the markets as she continued her walk. "That is what all need, is it not? The thief boy will think twice from now on after your strike.." she laughed once under her breath innocently. "Great Domhan Tirian Lords of history past have needed small pushes to make clear defensive choices against the dangers in the forests - Aquavian doctors debating on which course of action to take in a surgery-" she looked over to him again, "Hrystic sailors who find themselves lost and lacking."
A few more steps lead her to a corner-stall where she offered an open hand to the woman selling fruits, cheeses, and breads. As if needing no coin.. the woman gawked at Brynne, giving over a small, canvas sack of a half-loaf, an apple, and a chunk of swiss. A thought passed to her from the goddess' mind.. 'This meal would be more than appreciated on one of my most weary children.. May I have it?' And all she did was hand it over and nod - staying silent as if she'd seen an angel. Brynne turned about, handing him the sack of foods. "Does this suit you? Perhaps the push you need is not so far off as you'd think.." she gave him a kind smile, nodding her head and setting her palm on his shoulder for a second more before walking away - lost in the small crowd.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 14:33:41 GMT -6
RHYS
Am I really home?
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the return -- second verse
She seemed to be pleased that he followed her, to walk with her in silence. At least that was what he got from her smile. He watched the events going on around them as they walked, finding enjoyment in the peacefulness of it all. Her mention of a push brought him back to reality and he blinked at her. A push in the right direction? He might've needed a push or something like that. With the way his memory was, a push in the right direction would be wonderful. Then the bit on he thief boy furrowed his brow in thought. As long as justice was seen, he was fine with it. He didn't fully understand the short history lesson. He assumed she was going somewhere with it, what with the mention of someone important from each nation. However, he stared intently at her over the last part. Was she guessing, or did she really know something? He wanted to ask her more, what she had meant, but something kept his mouth shut and following. At the food stall, the mysterious woman procured some food and handed it over to him. It wasn't much, some bread, cheese and an apple. On his emptier than empty stomach, it was a feast. Before he could give his thanks, she was already gone. His trained eyes scanned the crowd quickly, his body turning around at timed intervals. Yet in the end, she really was gone, as if she was never there to begin with. Rhys was left confused, holding his sack of food. Grimacing just a bit, he shook his head and walked on. If he could get away from the people, and all the bustling, then he could eat in peace. That would make him feel a lot better. Rhysander eventually parted from the people and slunk into an alley. He sat on a crate while pulling out his bread and cheese, taking bites out of them in turns to get it all. Eating actual food for the first time in days felt heavenly to him. After the first bite, he lost track of time and himself. It was only minutes later that he found himself licking the juices of the apple from his fingers, an apple he didn't remember eating, or finishing for that matter. At least he had some food in his belly, and felt some strength returning to him. Now he just needed to find something, or someone, that could recognize him. Where am I going to find that?And he set off, leaving the alley and back to the streets.. NOTES: Open to anyone else if they wish to join.
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