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Post by brighid stoneshire on Mar 30, 2019 7:38:47 GMT
during the small hours of the morning a place such as this could be appropriately described as barren. there was little to no foot traffic and a natural silence held domain over the garden. brighid only ever bothered visiting when it was in such a state, the girl not particularly fond of areas that were even sparsely populated.
'i can read in peace.'
she pulled down the hood of her fine cloak, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she felt the sun's light shine down upon her. brighid experienced the usual surge of energy from the contact, her body having grown warm.
"the flowers are beginning to blossom," she murmured, her voice soft. "they're lovely."
brighid delighted in her immediate surroundings, the girl's strange gaze sliding across the span of the gardens that were within sight. she'd relax as she realized that she was well and truly lone, her grip tightening upon the strap of her satchel as she neared a cherry blossom tree. the girl settled comfortably at its base, her rear cushioned by the soft and slightly untrimmed grass as she reached into her bag.
she'd pull free a single book, its cover worn and its pages brown. it once belonged to an alderwood noble that had passed some centuries ago, his entries offering her insight of an era that had come and gone. the ink was a bit faint but still very much legible as the woman poured over it.
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Mar 30, 2019 11:03:53 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Mar 30, 2019 11:03:53 GMT
He was lost.
Eos was... much, much larger than he could have anticipated. It was one thing to be told that it was large and yet another to experience it. He thought he'd try to familiarize himself with the area--- he'd woken up a little earlier than the people who had generously given him lodging. He'd promised he'd repay them some way or another when he'd managed to sort things out for himself, but it looks like he'd have to sort out just where he was first.
It being the early morning, there was barely any people in the roads--- he remembered the shock he got when he'd experienced the crowds before--- with his supernatural sense, which he had learned not everybody had, it added a lot more sensory overload, and crowds were flashy and noisy already in the first place. The lack of people was refreshing, but at the same time, it meant there was a distinct lack of people who he could ask for directions. Perhaps it had been truly been a mistake to sneak out at this hour.
That said, he wasn't really in a hurry, and if he had to wait for people to appear, to wake up, well, it probably wasn't much of a problem. This area that he'd managed to stumble upon was rather gorgeous; it was decorated with all sorts of colorful flowers and foliage, and while the forests and jungles he'd experienced before coming here had their own beauty, there was something quaint about the peacefulness in these tame denizens of nature. Here they could bloom without being trampled or eaten by animals, he supposed.
He blinked. Underneath a tree that had flowers of a pinkish color seemed to be a person--- he approached, slowly, quietly, squinting a bit. It was... a girl, reading. She felt... peaceful... or at least she was feeling peaceful. There was... something strange about her complexion, but perhaps it was just a quirk of her magic, just like how he was... well... different. At any rate, she was somebody he could talk to, somebody he could ask.
"Um, excuse me?" he began, tentatively. "Uh... I'm a bit lost, so..."
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Mar 30, 2019 11:49:00 GMT
Post by brighid stoneshire on Mar 30, 2019 11:49:00 GMT
she had noticed his presence and acknowledged it with a glance, remaining hopeful that he'd keep mostly to himself and maintain distance while wandering this section of garden.
'no such luck,' she thought.
he'd approach her, appearing entirely uncertain as he did so.
'is he lost? please don't let him be lost.'
brighid supposed that the gardens were rather large in scale. those whom were unfamiliar with the area could be easily turned around if they weren't careful. his words only confirmed that - yes - he hadn't the foggiest idea of where to go.
"oh. um. i..."
her voice trembled as she spoke, the girl half-tempted to pull up her cowl and conceal her face from view. instead, she closed her book and pulled it almost protectively to her chest as she addressed the white-haired stranger.
"i can help, i suppose," she said, averting her gaze. "a-are you looking for something?"
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Mar 30, 2019 13:02:32 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Mar 30, 2019 13:02:32 GMT
She... disliked his presence here.
Well, he supposed it was understandable; it looked like she wanted to read, and of course reading was usually done alone--- not to mention she was here when almost no one else was around. His expression morphed into a sheepish, wry grin as he felt her discomfort--- although he supposed he didn't need his variance to know that; her voice had trembled and she wouldn't look him in the eye, and that was clear enough body language.
He felt rather guilty that he had disturbed her, but then he would probably achieve no progress just meandering about by himself--- but then again, he had thought that he was in no hurry--- but he had already disturbed her, and it felt impolite to just leave like that--- murgh. He noted her scales and her claws with a passing glance, slightly curious, but felt that it might be too much to inquire about them.
"I'm sorry for the trouble." he ended up saying. "I was... staying in the house of a friend of mine? Somewhere close to here?" he began. If he could get to the point as quickly as possible, maybe he could reduce the pain for everyone involved. "...I thought I'd walk around, but well... suddenly I'm here." he finished. "I'm not even sure where here is..."
"So, uh, I guess I'm asking what direction the... houses are?"
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Mar 30, 2019 13:22:21 GMT
Post by brighid stoneshire on Mar 30, 2019 13:22:21 GMT
'that was vague.'
brighid blinked owlishly up at the stranger, noting the sharp contours of his facial features as well as his straight white mane. nothing about him was even the least bit familiar - which wasn't at all surprising to the young woman.
"are you new to eos?"
initially, she had little desire to start up a conversation with the fellow; but her own curiosity inevitably won out as she presented him with the inquiry. there was something about the man that screamed 'fresh-faced' and 'new'.
"you're a bit far off from where you need to be," she explained, patient. "i guess you just took a wrong turn somewhere."
the girl reluctantly tucked away the well-aged journal she had in her possession and double checked to make sure the latches were secured.
"i - um - i'll help you get to where you need to go. it'll be quicker that way. i think the crossroads is what you're looking for."
brighid made her way to her feet with a quiet grunt, running a hand over her auburn cloak to rid it of bits of grass.
"do you remember what your friend's house looks like at all? it'll help me figure out where it is."
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Post by Rhyme on Mar 31, 2019 5:45:04 GMT
"Err, I guess you could say that." he nervously replied.
For all he knew he might've been to Eos, long ago, but without memories, it was as good as his first time; and so everything was strange and new to him, even if sometimes it seemed that some things were familiar or nostalgic in passing. It was all rather confusing.
"Ahaha, I suppose." Well, he'd been walking quite a lot, and perhaps he'd gotten engrossed for too long enjoying the sights that he didn't realize he was lost until much later.
There was still a flavor of hesitation in the woman's feelings that he could perceive, but it seemed she was curious about him, too. Well, at least she wasn't completely against the idea of helping him--- he would have excused himself if he was being too much of a nuisance already. That was at least reassuring, although he still hoped he wasn't too irritating.
"I think I could recall that, yes." he began. "It had a red roof and just one floor, of moderate size, I think? There were a bunch of similar houses in that area, too. I think it was some sort of housing district, if that's the right word for it?"
It had been mostly houses until it became roads and then it became gardens... cities were definitely something he would not underestimate from now on. He'd probably have to get a map or something.
"Again, I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'm Rhyme." He felt he should at least introduce himself.
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Mar 31, 2019 12:22:02 GMT
Post by brighid stoneshire on Mar 31, 2019 12:22:02 GMT
"rhyme," she parroted.
an interesting name - but strangely fitting.
'so he is new, then?'
she hadn't encountered many individuals whom had originated from outside of eos's borders. brighid was left feeling curious again, her gaze sweeping over his lean form with a rare show of open interest as she further assessed his clothing and posture.
'he's dressed decently enough,' she thought. 'so i'll just assume his friend belongs to a district of moderate wealth.'
brighid clicked her tongue, her eyes falling shut for a moment as she mulls over the information that she had been given thus far.
"yes - i think i remember where that is," she said. "let's just hope i don't lead you astray."
a short paused ensued, the girl appearing to consider something for only a handful of seconds before addressing the white-haired fellow again.
"i am brighid," she introduced, dipping her head politely. "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, rhyme."
she offered up a tentative grin.
"i hope you intend to stay in the city for a good while if not permanently. it's... beautiful, isn't it?"
'a bit crowded,' she admitted, inwardly. 'but still very nice. i can't imagine living anywhere else.'
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 1, 2019 7:42:40 GMT
He felt her eyes and the curiosity that maneuvered them; for a moment, he was rather self-conscious. He knew that her intent, in those gazes, was to probe, but as his variance dealt mostly with feelings and impulses, it was not like he could find out what exactly she thought. At any rate, she didn't seem terribly displeased with his countenance--- it was a mostly neutral reaction.
Well, that was good eough, he supposed.
He nodded as she informed him she knew what the place--- or, well, the general area--- that he described. For a moment, he waited, wondering if she would take the lead, and then she supplied him with her name.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance too." he replied, returning the bow in kind; he did not know how courtesy worked exactly in Eos, so he supposed he would do as he saw others did, at least.
He raised his head to see her smile, which was something new and reassuring that he found himself smiling back. "From what I've seen, it is." he said. Of course, he had heard his friend's warnings of the... less savory parts of the megalopolis, but he supposed those didn't exactly count.
"It is ridiculously large, though." He chuckled. "But yes, I suppose I'll be staying." While he could probably survive in the wilderness, it was not exactly a comfortable existence, and besides, his best bet to figure out his identity was here.
"I suppose you live around here, too?" he found himself asking.
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Post by brighid stoneshire on Apr 2, 2019 0:21:13 GMT
brighid appears pleased enough by his answer, firm in the belief that he would come to enjoy staying within eos's borders once properly settled.
"when i was a child i got myself lost a dozen times over," she admitted. "it happens."
her shallow grin broadened out as he politely inquired about her living situation.
"i live in the rosa district, actually," she chimed.
the mutant appeared more at ease as she continued to chat with the fellow, the formerly rigid line of her form growing increasingly lax.
"i've a small apartment of my own there. expensive - i'll admit - but it's very lovely and quiet."
the girl began to unhurriedly lead him to the garden's primary exit. her fine cloak billowed around her as she walked alongside rhyme, and a brief glance downward would reveal that the girl lacked any amount of footwear.
"have you had any luck with finding work? there's always someone hiring in eos. though quality jobs require some proof of education."
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 2, 2019 7:04:50 GMT
At her admission of having been lost before, Rhyme chuckled. It was heartening to know that this place did befuddle people who were not used to it, and it was not just him.
"The Rosa district?" he echoed. What did he remember about the city's districts, again? This place, unless he had somehow wandered past the district lines--- and he supposed there'd probably be signs that would have told him if he was about to do so--- "Wait, we're in the Ordan district, right?" he asked.
"Rosa district is..." he tried to recall what he had been told. "...the rich place?" he sheepishly inquired. It looked like it, with Brighid confirming that the place was... expensive. "I'd probably never be able to afford a place there, haha."
"Work, huh..." To be honest, he wasn't quite sure yet what he could do that would earn him money in Eos. He supposed he could do all sorts of labor and perhaps some dangerous work since his aberration protected him from most physical threats... "I haven't found one, actually, yet. I'm mostly gathering my bearings for now... although it seems I might not be very good at that." he joked, in reference to his being lost.
Proof of education... When the girl mentioned that, Rhyme frowned. Not just education... he didn't really have any sort of identification or documentation on him, and he did not have any memory beyond his name, either. He probably wouldn't qualify for a lot of things. "Proof... I don't really have that..." He wondered if he should say more.
"What do you do for a living, Miss Brighid?" She must earn enough to have that place in Rosa, he surmised.
Lightly, he followed in the direction she lead.
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Post by brighid stoneshire on Apr 2, 2019 22:09:04 GMT
"the house of alder keeps me on as their record keeper."
the young woman's usual duties were oft described as monotonous and absurdly dull by her peers. but she derived an immense amount of enjoyment from organizing and involving herself in the process of restoring age old tomes. she spent most of her days reading or retrieving the requested precious tidbits of information contained within the vast confines of the archive.
"it's nothing fancy," she said, shrugging. "but i enjoy being around countless pieces of literature on a daily basis."
she supposed her love for books was fairly obvious - rhyme having come across the woman with her nose practically lodged into one.
"if you know how to read, write and count, i'm sure you can find a place in an office somewhere. business owners are always in need of people with skills considered basic."
they had reached the garden's entrance only a handful of minutes later, brighid deciding to offer friendly advice as they continued on their way.
"how long is this friend of yours allowing you to stay?" she asked. "until you get on your feet - i'm hoping. there is affordable housing someplace in particular sections of eos but i fear its quality is a tad lackluster."
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 3, 2019 2:38:44 GMT
"The House of Alder?" Rhyme echoed, yet again. "I'm not familiar with them..." House seemed to denote... a clan of some sort? "Then again I am hopelessly uninformed about a lot of things." he admitted, chuckling.
But record keeping, huh... If Brighid could afford a good apartment from the pay that they give her, and that they even need to have records of a lot of things, then this House of Alder probably wasn't just some small family. She even said that her job involved countless pieces of literature...
For a moment, Rhyme was in thought, of what this could mean, and if it could be helpful for his situation... "What sort of records do they have? Would they have records on the people of the city? Although I guess that's more with the government..." he asked, out of the blue. "...ah, you don't have to tell me if your employer forbids it or something..." he hurriedly added.
"Mrm, I could try that." He did still know how to do those basic things, the last time he checked, although strangely enough some things were differently spelled or pronounced from what he instinctively came up with. Well, hopefully it wouldn't be a big deal. Still, he wasn't sure if he was the sort of person who could stay still in a desk job.
"Ah, yes, they said until I'm settled. It's kind of embarrassing, but it's not like I could turn down their kindness." Rhyme mumbled. "I've heard there are cheap places in Byzel? As long as it's livable I think I'd be good. I'll earn a better house later if it comes to it."
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