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[lumelume]

WHO: Mado and you!
WHAT: Just a weird asshole causing disturbances in the Gallows and surrounding area, explicitly here to make friends!!
WHEN: Kingsway!
WHERE: Around and about!
NOTES: Possible NSFW depending on who shows up and what their intentions are!

I. The Gallows Courtyard

He hasn't been kicked out yet, so Mado has to make the most of the time he has left. He's not overtly panhandling, but he is busking, with a floppy old hat put out to collect coins while he alternates between doing acrobatic feats and magic tricks, taking breaks to simply shake a tambourine and sing beautiful, plaintive Antivan love songs.
He plays to passersby, strolling alongside them and, at times, offering them opportunities to join.

"A song for you, ser!" he calls, and Maker have mercy on the victim.

II. Lowtown

Hightown being far out of his budget when it comes to entertainment, Mado can be found in some of the slummier taverns, offering services similar to his street busking but with hope of receiving drinks rather than money.

He sits on a table, crooning a drinking song while several of the local boozehounds sway and slosh their mugs around, at least one of them weeping with passion.

His eye is easily caught by a face either familiar or interesting, and it isn't long before he slips over with a bow and a brilliant smile.

III. The Ferry

Periodically, a little brown-and-white spotted dog will hop onto the ferry right behind someone, sitting close and casually looking around as if it belongs to them.
It's the very same dog that been seen wandering around the Gallows, begging and doing tricks for scraps, but the owner, if it has one, has not yet been identified.

Comments

[bignasty]

Not unlike a man diverting a dog from dropped food it isn’t entitled to, Dumas uses the same boot to impede Mado’s efforts, outright lifting and hurling him back with a shoving kick if need be. These coppers are not for collecting. Not, at least, by him -- though Dumas will stoop for the hat himself, the better to spike it roughly at the lad’s floppy head. Chest. Whichever part of him best presents itself for being struck with a cap in all this shuffling.

“Aye, as a matter of fact it is,” he confirms in the meantime, an effective multi-tasker, obviously.

“These ill-gotten gains are property of Riftwatch now, I’m afraid, Jinglebells.”

[lumelume]

Mado is quicker than the boot, dipping out of the way to pluck up a copper with practiced agility, acting as though there was no such threat. He catches the hat with an excited gasp, dancing about always just out of reach as he drops the coins into it.

"What does the Riftwatch Watch watch?" he asks innocently, "surely not rifts?"