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<blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 3285382" data-attributes="member: 41485"><p><strong>Hieran</strong></p><p></p><p>The couple does not quit their embrace nor their rapt attention on each other for an instant. They are clearly lost in their own world.</p><p></p><p>In this one, the two women turn to each other a moment. Then, the cloak of one of them billows out, revealing her black, tight outfit--and her surprisingly skinny frame. Hieran figures he could reach around her bicep with his hand and still touch thumb and forefinger. In addition, she has a tail, and her hands end in paws. Perhaps they are part of some bizarre costume? </p><p></p><p>In any case, she nods, takes a little hop, and gestures back towards the main square. Her companion stands motionless and silent, keeping her cloak tight around her.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p><strong>Ru and Fr. Berman</strong></p><p></p><p>Fr. Berman keeps up as best he can, and marvels as Ru charges after the carriage like an enraged ox. It may be tough to outrun a charging chariot in most situations, but the constant need for the large carriage to navigate the tight space of the street gives Ru the opening he is looking for. He leaps, clearing about thirty feet to land on the back trunk of the quickly receding carriage. He braces himself as he looks in through the carriage's rear window: two men, with white masks and long noses, wrapped in grey cloaks, sit in the cabin, and stare at Ru. They do not move from their seated positions.</p><p></p><p>The carriage careens toward the main square. It will have to turn soon.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p><strong>Torhan</strong></p><p></p><p>The gnome in white pulls out a key. <span style="color: White">"Madripooglia, we should wait outside. It would be most polite." </span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Purple">"Oh, yes, definitely, can't expect one to be barefaced in polite company,"</span> the mother replies. She steps outside.</p><p></p><p>Sasha goes over to her companion. He inserts the key into the keyhole in her mask's mouth. It clicks, and he carefully takes the mask off and hands it to her. He whispers something in Gnomish with a comforting tone, and leaves the alchemist's shop.</p><p></p><p>Mask in her hands, Sasha turns to Torhan. Her smile is wide, a deep pink. Her hair is fresh, wavy, and honey colored. Her skin is slightly orange, like an unfinished redwood, and her eyes are a large, haunting cerulean. Gnomes always seems to have large eyes. </p><p></p><p>As Sasha approaches, she says, <span style="color: Magenta">"Thank you for listening to me. I don't know what you must think of me, but... you seemed like the one I could trust. You took the time to choose a new face, and came to assist, not... accuse. I don't have anything to add to your case, but with this new year starting with a death and a disappearance, I can't help myself. I'm scared. Thank you for helping us. Thank you for protecting us. I... only wish I had more to offer you. You make me feel safe, secure." </span> </p><p></p><p>Standing on tiptoe in front of Torhan, Sasha reaches up to grab his elbow. <span style="color: Magenta">"Would it be... I mean, would you object if I could kiss you? It is our way, but I know the giants are very formal, and would not ask such a thing."</span></p><p></p><p>She looks down, nervously, at the locking mask in her hand. <span style="color: Magenta">"I trust you. You're not as scary as that one with the mustache..."</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p><strong>Darian</strong></p><p></p><p>Darian fills the passage with his presence, and his whip. Templeton looks furtively around. The sniveling whimper in his voice sounds so strange against the confident sneer of his mask. <span style="color: Orange">"Y-You took Ada away. The celebrations had started, and Ada appeared at the clocktower door, screaming. The police--you came. You took Ada, and... there was this body. Covered in a white sheet. No one knew who it was. No one knew who we were. We're all celebrating, and we suddenly can't be sure of who we are anymore.... Please, what did you do to Ada?"</span></p><p></p><p>He cringes suddenly, realizing he just asked a question.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="InVinoVeritas, post: 3285382, member: 41485"] [b]Hieran[/b] The couple does not quit their embrace nor their rapt attention on each other for an instant. They are clearly lost in their own world. In this one, the two women turn to each other a moment. Then, the cloak of one of them billows out, revealing her black, tight outfit--and her surprisingly skinny frame. Hieran figures he could reach around her bicep with his hand and still touch thumb and forefinger. In addition, she has a tail, and her hands end in paws. Perhaps they are part of some bizarre costume? In any case, she nods, takes a little hop, and gestures back towards the main square. Her companion stands motionless and silent, keeping her cloak tight around her. [center]* * *[/center] [b]Ru and Fr. Berman[/b] Fr. Berman keeps up as best he can, and marvels as Ru charges after the carriage like an enraged ox. It may be tough to outrun a charging chariot in most situations, but the constant need for the large carriage to navigate the tight space of the street gives Ru the opening he is looking for. He leaps, clearing about thirty feet to land on the back trunk of the quickly receding carriage. He braces himself as he looks in through the carriage's rear window: two men, with white masks and long noses, wrapped in grey cloaks, sit in the cabin, and stare at Ru. They do not move from their seated positions. The carriage careens toward the main square. It will have to turn soon. [center]* * *[/center] [b]Torhan[/b] The gnome in white pulls out a key. [COLOR=White]"Madripooglia, we should wait outside. It would be most polite." [/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"Oh, yes, definitely, can't expect one to be barefaced in polite company,"[/COLOR] the mother replies. She steps outside. Sasha goes over to her companion. He inserts the key into the keyhole in her mask's mouth. It clicks, and he carefully takes the mask off and hands it to her. He whispers something in Gnomish with a comforting tone, and leaves the alchemist's shop. Mask in her hands, Sasha turns to Torhan. Her smile is wide, a deep pink. Her hair is fresh, wavy, and honey colored. Her skin is slightly orange, like an unfinished redwood, and her eyes are a large, haunting cerulean. Gnomes always seems to have large eyes. As Sasha approaches, she says, [COLOR=Magenta]"Thank you for listening to me. I don't know what you must think of me, but... you seemed like the one I could trust. You took the time to choose a new face, and came to assist, not... accuse. I don't have anything to add to your case, but with this new year starting with a death and a disappearance, I can't help myself. I'm scared. Thank you for helping us. Thank you for protecting us. I... only wish I had more to offer you. You make me feel safe, secure." [/COLOR] Standing on tiptoe in front of Torhan, Sasha reaches up to grab his elbow. [COLOR=Magenta]"Would it be... I mean, would you object if I could kiss you? It is our way, but I know the giants are very formal, and would not ask such a thing."[/COLOR] She looks down, nervously, at the locking mask in her hand. [COLOR=Magenta]"I trust you. You're not as scary as that one with the mustache..."[/COLOR] [center]* * *[/center] [b]Darian[/b] Darian fills the passage with his presence, and his whip. Templeton looks furtively around. The sniveling whimper in his voice sounds so strange against the confident sneer of his mask. [COLOR=Orange]"Y-You took Ada away. The celebrations had started, and Ada appeared at the clocktower door, screaming. The police--you came. You took Ada, and... there was this body. Covered in a white sheet. No one knew who it was. No one knew who we were. We're all celebrating, and we suddenly can't be sure of who we are anymore.... Please, what did you do to Ada?"[/COLOR] He cringes suddenly, realizing he just asked a question. [/QUOTE]
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