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WHO: Erik Stevens & Y'ALL
WHAT: Checking things out, buying some stuff, reading books, &c
WHEN: ooc: December | ic: Cassus
WHERE: Exploring Kirkwall and the Gallows, &c
NOTES: Erik curses but that's probably gonna be it
WHAT: Checking things out, buying some stuff, reading books, &c
WHEN: ooc: December | ic: Cassus
WHERE: Exploring Kirkwall and the Gallows, &c
NOTES: Erik curses but that's probably gonna be it
→ I got all the sounds, got plenty; open
[ Here are a few places one can find Erik within the Gallows on a regular basis:
The Library: Reading a little bit of everything, actually but focusing on recent history reports, whatever passes for science fiction, books about the Fade, and books about religion. Oh and a book or two on elven culture. Shh.
He's here at all sorts of hours but mostly between 11pm and 5am, apparently not sleeping very well otherwise. Why else be in a library at prime sleeping time?
The Smithy: Erik is fascinated by this area and mostly writes notes about whatever process he's allowed to observe here. Leave his little engineering heart alone about it! (Or don't, actually. Bothering him is preferable to the narration.)
The Herb Garden: Because he's curious if he recognizes any plants from home. Spoilers: he doesn't, but he keeps coming back anyway, usually in the early afternoon.
Training Area: Sparring with swords and spears, because there's no excuse not to stay in shape. Also there's a war on? So. Come gawk at the man. It'll be fun.
Anywhere else: He explores the entire Gallows during his quarantine and then does it again afterward, so consider this an open invitation to wildcard me.
]
→ You should ask around, my city; open
[ Erik discovers the market district in Lowtown and spends an inordinate amount of time there, mostly browsing, but occasionally buying small items. A scarf at one point. Close to the middle of the month he is clearly looking for something specific - jewelry, it would seem. He picks up bracelets, necklaces, earrings, but doesn't seem to settle on anything for a while.
You can also find him in the occasional tavern. He hates drinking alone; join him? ]
→ You should get to work, get busy; closed to athessa & vanadi
[ Erik left a note at Athessa's. Now he just has to wait for them to show up. So he's chilling in the herb garden, again, this time at sunset. ]
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He can't spend all his time frozen in fear, thinking about how it could all go sideways. He has to move forward, or at least move. With that in mind he tries to engage his core and nods at Athessa. ] Hopefully I don't fall the fuck over.
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Do you dance, N'Jadaka?
[ The clip-clop of horse hooves on cobblestones takes on the richer, more hollow sound of hooves on wood as they start to traverse the drawbridge. ]
Or sing? Play an instrument?
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Can't sing for shit. Never learned an instrument.
What about you?
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You just gotta feel the rhythm of the hoofbeats, and stand up in the stirrups in time with it. Otherwise your butt will just bounce on the seat and you're more likely to fall off.
[ With a click of her tongue, Athessa urges her horse into a trot and demonstrates for a few beats before looking over her shoulder to watch him follow suit. ]
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He watches her, though, keeping a keen eye on her ass as she and the horse move ahead of him. It takes him a moment to do the same, but after about three tries he gets the rhythm of it. It's complicated by the fact that horses move with four legs, but not impossible. ]
I think I got it.
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[ Three tries is better than five or falling off, that's for damn sure.
There really isn't much reason to go faster than a trot until they get somewhere they can run the horses — a beach, preferably, so N'jadaka can have something soft to land in when he inevitably does. ]
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Where are we headed, anyway?
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[ She grins at him, teasing. ]
I figured we'd go to the coast, ride in sand or somethin' so you don't have to worry about hurting yourself. Unless you have someplace specific you'd wanna go?
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It's different, is all, back where I come from. Eventually I'll stop bein' shocked about it, I guess.
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You should keep a little bit of the shock, though. [ She holds her thumb and forefinger this far apart to demonstrate how much to keep. ]
It's nice to have a sense of wonder about things.
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I don't think you need to worry about that. You're not exactly typical, after all.
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You'll warn me if I start to get too boring or regular, right?
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[ Is it better to be told when someone tires of you than to be completely unaware of it? To receive a slap in the face rather than just let the interest fade? Maybe. Maybe not.
Whatever. Athessa points down the road at a knobbly old tree with strips of tattered cloth hanging from the branches. ]
See that tree? Just past it is the path down to the coast. Whaddya say we have a little race to see who can get there first?
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[ Just putting that out there.
He looks to where she's pointing and nods. A race? He'll probably lose, but as long as he doesn't fall on his ass and break a bone, he'll take it. ] To the coast or to the tree? [ Important information to have. ]
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[ She grins, teasingly; she doesn't actually expect him to fall off before they get to the tree. Going down the hilly path to the coast, though... ]
Whaddya want if you win?
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Mm. Fuck, I dunno. Lemme think 'bout it.
[ What he wants, he thinks, is a date, but that might be too cheesy to ask for right now. ]
What about you?
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But honestly? Winning's enough for me!
[ She lets out a loud hah! as she spurs her horse on into a run. What a great time they're about to have. ]