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| In the Marketplace; Sorrel/Malek | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 2 2009, 03:16 PM (228 Views) | |
| SeaMonkey ✦ | Sep 2 2009, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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Sorrel was accustomed to the unbearable heat in Luxaria, but she refused to compromise on her wardrobe just as much as she point blank refused to sweat, so even though she was characteristically covered from the neck down, including a pair of gloves and stockings, she had enlisted two servants to follow her with enormous fans. Both of them were more comfortably dressed in traditional Luxarian wear, but the effort of chasing after her and fanning her enough to keep her cool ensured that they were both sticky and damp with sweat. Sorrel was also insistent that they stood down wind, even though the breeze was barely a whisper. The two men, who had at one time rather hoped they would be destined for better things, followed her mutely - she had chosen a deep red ensemble for that day, and kept her hair swept up off her face to avoid letting it stick to her neck. She had perhaps an eccentric taste in fashion, there weren't many who dressed so particularly and with such rigid style, but rather than feel that she was being deliberately different Sorrel simply thought that she was superior. In every conceivable way. She didn't often venture into the marketplace in Aribus -- it was every bit as crowded and unpleasant as the docks had been. She had waited until it was almost sunset to go, in the vain hope of avoiding some of the nastier afternoon temperatures and perhaps also avoiding the night crowds -- but it was still more people than she would have cared to navigate through. Especially since they hadn't parted like a sea of grovelling peasants yet. She adjusted her parasol and stopped, waiting irritably for the two servant boys to catch up to her. "One of you can go ahead," she ordered them. "Tell everybody to move out of my way." They looked reluctantly at one another, and one quickly bowed and gestured for the other to please, be his guest for that one. With a long-suffering sigh he shouldered the fan and stepped up to walk ahead of Sorrel, who wrinkled her nose as she realised he was no longer down-wind. "Excuse me," he mumbled. "Pardon me..." Sorrel put up with it for all of thirty seconds. "Oh, for pity's sake!" she snapped, and stepped elegantly around him -- "Get out of the way, all of you!" |
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| Mako ✿ | Sep 2 2009, 04:36 PM Post #2 |
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The Luxarian ventured out during the late evening on his own, heading towards the marketplace district of Aribus. He was on a quest to find any sort of excitement that could lighten up another dull and very slow day of weapons trafficking. The other night, he had actually gotten his wish when a small brawl broke loose downtown, in which one man had actually died from the bout. The Luxarian man definitely had an odd and somewhat barbaric taste in entertainment, although he wasn't the only one since there were many others who joined to watch the spectacle as well. Of course the event of that occurring was highly unlikely since the city's officials decided to dispatch more officers to patrol the city. They didn't take kindly to public disturbance, especially when blood was spilled. But the Luxarian knew that the increased patrol duty would only last for a week at the most, and it was only a matter of time before the officials decide to call it off and spend their resources and manpower elsewhere. The Luxarian knew that the rich do not care about the poor as much, and that was the truth. When the Luxarian turned a corner and entered a busy section of the marketplace, he noticed from a distance that there was a foreign parasol that stood out amongst the sea of heads before him. It was strange to see foreigners walking around at this time of day, though apparently this foreigner was well accompanied, or so it seemed. Two servant boys carried giant fans for a woman, a beautiful one at that, as she walked down the street. The Luxarian grinned at the sight of the giant fans since he was sure the servants were better off carrying swords and guns if they wanted to protect the woman of any harm that might come to her this evening. Aribus is a dangerous place at times, the Luxarian would not forget that. Watching the foolish woman continued to entertain the Luxarian. He heard her shout at the folks blocking her path as if she expected them to listen. Surprisingly, the bodies shifted towards the shops on their own and made way for the foreign woman to go through. The Luxarian admittedly was ashamed of his own people for allowing such people walk all over them. But they were poor, and some poor folks dared not to defy the rich. Only some. But the Luxarian, in fact, was not a person of such lowly stature. If anything, he was probably as wealthy as the foreigner, although he certainly did not dress the part at the moment. He was covered in lightly colored Luxarian garments, a bit higher standard than those surrounding him, although the foreigner might fail to recognize that. When she and her two lackeys approached the Luxarian, he quietly refused to move out of the way when the servant asked for his pardon. The Luxarian didn't know how he would benefit from defying the foreigner, but he was quite bored and oh how the woman annoyed him so! ((OOC: Hey ;3. I'm using Malek btw xD)) |
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| SeaMonkey ✦ | Sep 2 2009, 05:09 PM Post #3 |
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The servant had a stricken sort of look on his face as he found himself nose to nose with a Luxarian who wasn't prepared to move, and shook his head very slightly in a desperate attempt to warn the fellow -- there would be storm of hell fire and fury if he was being defiant simply for the sake of being defiant. There was little that Lady Sorrel despised more than people who were defying her at the best of times, and usually they had perfectly good reasons for doing it -- and even though she was in general opposed to making a public scene, she wouldn't prevent herself from doing it if it came right down to it. He braced himself, as though he thought she might actually hit him with the parasol, but it never came -- instead she drew a long, beleaguered sigh. "Step aside," she told the servant, who was only too pleased to fall back and stand by his colleague. Together they took great interest in the texture and colour of the sandy ground beneath their feet, the fans floating lifelessly against the miniscule breeze. Sorrel took two prissy, dance-like steps forward, peering up at the taller gentleman (if that's what he could be called, considering his behaviour - what an absolute cad, who on earth did he think he was? Certainly nobody worth walking around, not when there were principles to be upheld) who had refused to step aside for her. She made a point of adjusting her grip on the handle of the parasol, twirling it almost sweetly as she regarded him -- but her pretty features were darkened by a well-practised sneer, and she arched an eyebrow, and then spoke rather acidly to him: "Are you incapacitated?" she asked, giving him the characteristic once-over. Nothing special. "Or just obtuse?" |
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| Mako ✿ | Sep 2 2009, 05:51 PM Post #4 |
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The Luxarian watched as the servant backed off quickly in order to allow his employer a chance to grace him with a lashing through words. However, the ensuing punishment would mean little to him since mere words would not phase the Luxarian at all. She was like a small, foolish poodle trying to make a mountain move. It was never going to happen. But it would certainly try! Now of course the wrath had incurred the moment the woman confronted him. Now her insult was abrupt, poisonous and rather tasteless, as he had expected from her. Why was it that the rich always assumed the poor to be disabled or dumb? It was getting ridiculous really! The Luxarian man only shrugged off at the woman's insults and purposefully looked in another direction while she spoke in order to irritate the woman even more! When she had finished, the Luxarian realized that the woman was still in her face, though he wasn't sure what she was expecting from him. Did she want him to apologize? For what? This woman was truly absurd. Never would he apologize to a treacherous snake like her. Never! But he would speak up, however. "Ohhh?" he began, in a rather mocking tone, "I didn't think the Luxarian princess was in town. Oh right, you're not her. You're just some foreign trash defiling our sacred lands. I see no reason why I should move out of the way for you." His words felt unimaginably cold and he had certainly surprised himself on how callous he just sounded. |
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| SeaMonkey ✦ | Sep 2 2009, 07:48 PM Post #5 |
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Sorrel stood stock still, her face thunderous as the fellow dared not only to answer what had blatantly been a rhetorical question, but to question her heritage and privelage in the very same breath. Her nostrils flared, and that was the only movement she succumbed to at first -- that, and the tiniest twitch of her eyelid. These were dangerous waters. It would never have occurred to her to take into account that she had insulted him first, or even consider that she had been remotely rude to him -- as far as she was concerned he wasn't worthy of politeness, particularly not since he had demonstrated such feckless behaviour in the first instance. Regardless of who she was or how white her (perfect, porcelain) skin happened to be, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to step aside. "Congratulations," she told him icily, "on your astute observation. I would never have expected the likes of you to be so quick on the uptake -- of course I'm not Luxarian, you oaf." She rounded on him now, claws out and temper flaring -- shifting her weight to one side so that her hip stuck out, and she dug her fingers into the fabric there -- the parasol braced over her shoulder as though she might swing it like a club, her fingers drumming irritably on the handle of it as she sized him up. Boorish, uncouth, outright unpleasant fellow. It ought to be a hanging offence. "Perhaps you might consider decorum, or chivalry a reason to step aside for a lady," she said sharply. "Or perhaps you ought to consider your place before you address someone so evidently above your station. And perhaps," she bared her teeth in a thin smile, "you might consider what a shining example you set on behalf of the Luxarian people. I'm quite certain that the Princess would be thrilled to know that you take her name to insult an honoured guest." |
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| Mako ✿ | Sep 2 2009, 11:01 PM Post #6 |
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Ah thank you, I am quite the detective, if I don't say so myself, he grinned, watching carefully what the woman might attempt to do. Her servants didn't look threatening at all, more like a pair of frightened rodents really. "Hmph, a stray dog throwing on a pretty dress will always be a mangy mutt no matter what, " he simply said, rolling his eyes. The more he talked, the more he felt like he was going to regret it. How often did he pick an argument with strangers such as her? Was she even really important? Malek had no clue but the situation hadn't escalated into anything serious...yet. "And you, are certainly no lady." When Malek finished he realized how he might have brought upon himself a headache that he feared would not simply go away. He could sense the foreigner fuming up in an inferno of an anger and Malek was simply feeding the flames by aggravating her. He felt confident at first that his insults would break her, but she proved to be much more stubborn than he had imagined. Now that she was clearly ready for some sort of confrontation, Malek would retreat, although he would do so without an apology. "But it matters not. I shall probably never see you again," Malek figured, "and the likelihood of you seeing me again is very little as well. So I suppose I'll take my leave now. You might want to hurry up and get back to your suite before sundown. It's quite dangerous out here at times." As if the woman would seriously heed his advice, Malek moved aside just as she had wanted, although it was a bit late, and carried off down the street. ((OOC: XD would she really follow ? )) |
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| SeaMonkey ✦ | Sep 3 2009, 08:51 AM Post #7 |
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That son of a -- hmph! Sorrel closed her mouth as the man turned and set off along the street, staring in shock at his back as it began to disappear into the crowd -- how dare he speak to her that way? Sorrel didn't care whether he knew who she was or not, the fact remained -- she felt -- that she was clearly somebody, and she found his insults and his demeanor to be a deliberate slur on her personal standing, rather than a simple reaction to her own behaviour. The two servants eyed one another dubiously. They weren't body guards by any stretch of the imagination -- Sorrel was loathe to travel with hired muscle, because apart from anything else she found such men to be brutish and difficult to be around. Nevermind that she seemed to genuinely believe that she was untouchable - she lived exclusively in a bubble that kept most of reality at bay, in a polarised little world where she was the queen, and nobody could possibly do her any damage. It was nothing like courage and everything like foolhardyness, and the two servants were each distinctly aware of the possibility that this might not end well for any of them. Mentally, they each began to count backwards from three -- two -- one. And she was off. Spurred on by pious outrage and a ridiculous sense of entitlement, Sorrel plunged after the Luxarian, her stride lengthening to try to close the yawning distance between them. "I hope you don't think that I'm finished with you," she called after him, tipping the parasol up only slightly so that she could see him properly (she didn't want to catch the sun on her face, although she was already flushed red with temper). Her heels stung the ground and left little holes in the sand, the sound deadened by the soft terrain -- the two servants were separated almost immediately by a throng of passersby who were half trying to keep their heads down and avoid the conflict and half desperate to see how it would turn out. They struggled after her with the fans, but were forced to hang back -- she was smaller and more nimble than they were, which meant she would weave easily where they couldn't. And she did -- she was like a targeted missile, and she was soon almost directly under the Luxarian's feet. She twisted around him so that she was in front of him, and stamped her foot with an air of finality. He was going to listen to her, because he needed badly to be put in his place, and frankly, she would be doing him a favour -- he ought to be more disciplined, and it was hardly his fault, she reasoned, that he had so clearly been raised by apes. "Just like your lot, " she jeered, "to insult somebody and then walk away -- I suppose considering your complete lack of manners I shouldn't have expected any sort of honour from you either. When you apologise I expect you to be down on bended knee." ((She's doing him a favour, teaching him good manners, don't you know!)) |
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| Mako ✿ | Sep 3 2009, 12:03 PM Post #8 |
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The stubborn witch proved to be more than a nuisance than he had imagined. Now she was following him, with an astounding determination to put him in his place. This is all too amusing, the Luxarian thought as he watched the woman rocketed ahead of him and stood there rigid as a mountain. He could have simply maneuvered around her but instead he came to sudden halt. She looked a bit scary, now that her she didn't have her servants constantly fanning her so that she would keep cool. Come to think of it, they were no where in sight, and he figured they were probably caught up in the waves of bodies flourishing through the busy Luxarian streets. Again, she tossed the words, your lot, towards the Luxarian with such venom. And what was all of this expectations coming from her? He was growing more annoyed by the second, but it wasn't enough for him to make a big deal out of it. Instead, he figured he would apologize, although he wouldn't really mean it. "Hmm, okay then. I suppose I am sorry," he said rather carelessly, avoiding eye contact as usual. He cut across to the side, hoping to leave the stunned woman there by herself and proceeded into an alleyway. ((OOC: He's not gonna let up XD!...yet)) |
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| SeaMonkey ✦ | Sep 3 2009, 01:20 PM Post #9 |
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Sorrel had no interest in where he was going, but she was damned if he was going there without her, and without giving her a proper apology. On bended knee. The more he avoided her sharp gaze the more she was determined to make him meet it and apologise properly. It wasn't even about what he had done any more, or even her wounded pride -- it was simply a matter of winning. She stuck to him like glue, flouncing across the street as if there was nobody else in it -- several people had to falter in their step to avoid bumping into her, but she'd had enough of weaving between people now -- they could stop for her. They ought to want to stop for her. "Is sincerity something that always evades you, or is today just my lucky day?" she addressed the back of his head. If he wasn't sorry now he was certainly going to be eventually. She kept to the shade to avoid the heat, but didn't let the Luxarian out of her sight -- following him directly into the alleyway without a moment's hesitation. If she had any idea that she was so separated from her staff, or being led so easily from the beaten track, she didn't let it show -- if anything, the empty alleyway only made it easier to keep up with him, and she had quickly rounded on him again. She tilted her chin up defiantly, her frosty blue eyes flashing -- "I have never been spoken to so rudely in all my life. You'll apologise to me properly and you'll do it as though you mean it." ((she's going to get lost, and that's going to be funny :P)) |
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| Mako ✿ | Sep 3 2009, 05:10 PM Post #10 |
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Malek let out a long, drawned out hopeless sigh as the foreigner continued to follow him. Was she just mindlessly following him, unaware of her surroundings? That was rather foolish of her. If he ran, would she still follow him? She didn't look like she was in the mood to give chase. But it wasn't as though Malek wanted to break a sweat just so he could rid her off of his tail. The woman continued to throw scornful remarks from behind, but he simply ignored them all. Only when she confronted him face to face yet again, he stopped dead in his tracks in order to respond. "You ought to get used to have other people talking to you like that," Malek snapped, "It's what you get for the way you act. Thinking you're all high and mighty. Maybe you can prance around like that wherever you came from, but here in Luxaria, I for one, will not stand idle and let you walk all over us like that!" Malek prayed for a distraction of any kind that would allow him to escape the foreigner. She had dragged this on long enough and if she was to continue to push him any further, he would seriously considering shooting her on the spot. And then, as if it wasn't a surprise, Malek received more than what he had wished for. A group of four, shady looking individuals approached Malek and the woman. Two from one side and another two managed to block the other end. All four of them were well armed with swords and sabers. One of the larger gang members was swinging around a heavy metal chain that he let drop into the sand each time it went around in a full circle. Malek was familiar with the crude weapon, knowing that its purpose was to strangle its victim to death. Ah that wouldn't be something very enjoyable at all. The first thing he noticed, however was how they all had had across their arms, a tattoo of an upside down pyramid, which told Malek that they were all part of a mob he had formerly dealt weapons to. He had imagined that his prices were fair, so their boss couldn't have sent them to negotiate with money. As if he was going to settle with them anyway. And of course Malek's weapons were rarely ever defective. He took much pride in only laundering weapons of the highest quality. So for the gang members to dispute over defective weapons would be unheard of. So why had they come for him? "Well well well, what do we have here?" one of them approached the two, his attention seemed to be fixed on the woman rather than Malek. Obviously the man took more interest in fulfilling his lust rather than fulfilling his duties. Hopefully the foreign woman wouldn't assume Malek was one of them. Though it was the least of his worries, of course. |
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