Dragonwriter's Music-Inspired Insanity

[Dragonwriter]

Shavallah and Tom are interrupted when a young, sour-faced, human man opens the door. "May I help you?" he asks, voice flat and obviously bored.

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Twi' Tar nearly gets run over by a cart in the street, not paying attention to his surroundings, he's so excited. Soon enough, he enters the wealthier section of the city where Ferrinzo is supposed to live. The hadozee notices two strange-looking folks standing outside a now-open door.

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Brother James decides he's having too much fun to leave, and so stays at the bar, ignoring the note.

[sblock=OOC]
Geraldo PMed me, saying he had to drop.

Theroc, it's fine with me if the soulmelds' effects "phase in". I'm not terribly concerned with it.

And we're just waiting on HolyMan.
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[Theroc]

"oh, sorry about that I just thought, you looked like... Sorry about that, it was a rough morning and I'm not thinking particularly well at the moment. My name is Tom, and judging by that spear were going to be working together."

Shavallah frowned faintly, before replying to the man. She did not extend her hand, however. She was not accustomed with the general manners the city-folk had, having been a loner for most of her life.

"I am Shavallah. You come for... note?"

As the man opened the door, she jerked suddenly and shifted to face it, her spear shifting slightly before she realized she wasn't being attacked.

"Little elf girl gave note, send Shavallah here." She said simply, her common broken from disuse, having spent most of her focus on Sylvan.

 

[Vertexx69]

OOC - and now we have no real healer? You want to open back up the recruiting thread with a note that we're looking for a cleric fast?

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"Oh god, I'm going to be working with a savage," Tom thinks to himself as he shakes his head in annoyance at the girl "well go to roll with the punches and make the best out of the situation."

As the door opens Tom shifts in front of Shavallah "Oh good, now both of us are hear for the note, I am Major Tom Robinson and this is Shavallah may we come in." Tom says before Shavallah can continue with a smile

 

[jager0727]

Twi'Tar bounds toward the gate
"Oh good, I'm not late am I, cause I'm usually not, but sometimes I get distracted, well not really distracted so much as busy. Yeah, always busy, you know me, busy busy busy. Idle hands are a friend of the devil or something. I think I heard that somewhere. Maybe. OOH did I just come up with that. No I think I did hear it after all."
He looks at the two faces and reaches out a hand toward each indicating a hello.
"So I'm Twi'Tar from the sturdy downeaster Alexa, but most people call me Monkeyman, or Tweet, or ignore me. You won't ignore me will you guys? I'm real nice I just develop a little social distortion from time to time, comes from always thinking. Ol' head just keeps goin round and round, well not really, that'd hurt but...."
He pauses for a second and catches his breath breathing out "HI!"

He then notices the gatekeeper, withdraws a hand from in front of him and pulls his note out to waves it furiously asking, "This the right place?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

The man's face lightens a little as he sees the notes, though he winces a bit as Twi' Tar jabbers. Once the hadozee finally asks his question, "Ah, so you actually do have business here... You're early, but Master Ferrinzo said to let you in anyway, so come. I suppose you can wait in the sitting room, though he may be a little while."

The young man opens the door wider and lets the three of you in. He escorts you to a well-appointed side room slightly to the east, with a large brick-and-mortar fireplace. It's unlit, but the room is warm anyway from several candelabras arranged about the room. The floor is covered by a thick, dark red rug with several comfortable-looking chairs arranged around a small table about 6 feet away from the fireplace. Another door leads out of the room, heading north. He gestures for each of you to take seats and says, "May I get you anything to drink?"

[sblock=OOC to Platinus]
I did re-open Recruiting today...

And since Frozen moved along to Connor's villa before you posted, want to re-do Platinus' actions? Or just have me fast-forward him to being at the villa?[/sblock]

 

[Theroc]

Shavallah's eyes roam about the place as she quickly moves to follow the man, her eyes scanning the room and monitoring him for any threatening motions. The place seemed very soft and comfortable, but Shavallah was still alert, as much as she could be. When they arrived in the room and the man gestured for them to sit, Shavallah stood alert, until she realized the others were sitting down, and promptly followed suit, her spiked tail resting along the curve of the seat, hanging above her head ready to launch quills at any provocation.

The seat was comfortable, and if it hadn't been someone elses house, she likely would have gone to sleep, the seat being the most comfortable thing she'd felt in years. While she had money, not many businesses would have someone of her... talents... in their establishments.

"May I get you anything to drink?"

"Water." She replied simply, finding common a very agitating language to try and speak fluently. She decided that she must become more familiar with this language, as not many spoke her native Sylvan.

 

[HolyMan]

Taking his time getting ready for what must be a performance for a patron with money, Jasperian smiles again at the note in his hand. Must of heard of my Song of Trollmin'. He thinks finally putting the note away. "At least now I may stay in this little city." he sighs to himself looking at the things he packed reading to leave.

Making sure he is presentable, a last glimpse in the mirror shows he is. Jasper picks up his belomgings and heads out of the inn he was staying at. Hope I don't look like I'm moving in when I get there. Jasper smiles at the thought, he just didn't get to the innkeeper in time to tell him he was to stay and his room was rented out, that quickly. He wanted me out because I could sing in the common room and take money out of his customers hands faster than his watered down crap. Making his way to the address he knocks at the door taking the paper out of incase it was needed.

 

[Dragonwriter]

The man nods to Shavallah, then looks at the others, when you hear a knock on the door. He rolls his eyes, saying, "Excuse me," and quickly leaves. He returns shortly with an simply-dressed Human youth, carrying a lute of fine craftsmanship.

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Jasper finds his way to the villa, though there are several nearby and no one outside to ask which one is which.

He settles on the right one and knocks, and the young, sour-faced man opens the door for him. "Yes," he begins, then notices the note. He mumbles to himself, "...another? Oh, very well..." He opens the door up wider. "Come in. You're all arriving much earlier than Master Ferrinzo expected."

He leads Jasper to the same room that everyone else is in, asking Jasper if he can get the bard anything to drink. After taking Jasper's order, so to speak, he waits for the others to answer him, after which he leaves.

 

[HolyMan]

As Jasper is led into the room a look of surprise comes over his face. "Hmm.." he says taking the lute off his shoulder. "Quite the menagerie we have here, but if you wish a song. Well if I must I must." He sinks down to a chair gracefully and plays and sings for the gathered group.

"I only want what's mine
That's what I came to find
A little respect that's all
From you

Because one has his natural right
But somehow that doesn't seem right
Not when I look at myself

I was taken on a trip to see
A miniscule menagerie in my soul
Where all the thoughts have escaped the cage
And vamp across the spiritual plain

It's like I said before
I've got the right to ignore
The ruin in my self
If it involves change

And so I lay it down
Put my humanistic crown
On the shelf

I think I've changed my mind
I'd rather seek than find
The sorrow from you
I won't regret"

Finishing he basks in the applause it seems only he can hear.