Aino Korhonen (
auguria) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-06-09 02:53 pm
Entry tags:
⊰vii⊱ // action/video // never were
Acácio? És això um sonho? Ik ne me souviens pas esta ciudad, en io non ti vedo qui. Mesedez, não esconder, ik sou eu. Ik n'ai pas vu de edozein? Heç hi ha paret. Y een ozéanoa. Acácio, l'ozéanoa è così mooi, dove sei?
[Whatever the boy is speaking, it seems to be a garbled mash of other languages, the device has translated pieces of it where it can, but inevitably grows confused. Perhaps it will learn this new mix of tongues if he carrise on speaking it long enough. He's not going to though, he can hear the people around him speaking English, and with his private address concluded, he changes accordingly. He speaks it well, but bears a strong accent, Catalan maybe.]
I am looking for a man. He is shorter than I, [He makes an esitmate with his hand, somewhere just under his chin.] with dark hair and dark eyes, brown skin. He may be in pareu, or a cloak.
[Someone very different from Jast, who stands at 6'2 with pale, slightly sun-burnt skin and light gray eyes, wearing frayed jeans and rumpled white button-up, sleeves rolled around his elbows.]
He is skittish, please do not be rude to him if you find him. [He pauses for a moment before adding with a small frown,] ...Buy him, if he will come no other way. I will return your coin.
ACTION
[Whatever the boy is speaking, it seems to be a garbled mash of other languages, the device has translated pieces of it where it can, but inevitably grows confused. Perhaps it will learn this new mix of tongues if he carrise on speaking it long enough. He's not going to though, he can hear the people around him speaking English, and with his private address concluded, he changes accordingly. He speaks it well, but bears a strong accent, Catalan maybe.]
I am looking for a man. He is shorter than I, [He makes an esitmate with his hand, somewhere just under his chin.] with dark hair and dark eyes, brown skin. He may be in pareu, or a cloak.
[Someone very different from Jast, who stands at 6'2 with pale, slightly sun-burnt skin and light gray eyes, wearing frayed jeans and rumpled white button-up, sleeves rolled around his elbows.]
He is skittish, please do not be rude to him if you find him. [He pauses for a moment before adding with a small frown,] ...Buy him, if he will come no other way. I will return your coin.
[Jast will be in town, looking for Acácio, pauses at street corners to sign the same song over and over again. He puts down a hat at his feet like a beggar, and does collect a bit of coin here and there. Sometimes he pauses for a cigarette and to rub sunscreen down his nose and neck. He looks tired, too skinny and drawn too tight over his bones. His eyes dart like a birds, watching for something, always nervous.]
[[ooc; Here is a Jast that never was! Comes from a dystopian police state where folks with magical powers have glittery blood and are summarily hunted down and murdered! Woo. So, he has no holy powers, just mutant control over the wind. His mum abandoned him and his best friend died for him! Now he's been travelling around with a Bohrre-na, a 'holy' man who can enter dreams, who is addicted to the 'holy' drug that lets him do that and forgets who he is all of the time because of it. Hence needing a chaperone. Like cute 22 year old Jast. Who resides at
kyanosweihan]]

video;
[He's a little uncertain. Does this person seem...familiar?]
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No.
video;
Thank you, I appreciate it.
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[Has he met you someplace before, stranger?]
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He is not a slave.
[...he's a whore. There's a difference.]
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[Whores. Whores. Whores.]
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[Psychic!]
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[There is a flush across his nose.]
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[Oh.]
...Your whore ran away?
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He does not run, he gets lost in new places. And he is not mine.
[Jast stop gettin' mad your mary sue eyes are starting to get a little bright.]
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...Is he intoxicated? Drugged up? Is that it?
[How else does one 'get lost'?]
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...drugs.
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[Smiiiiirk.]
Are you his pusher? His pimp? Both?
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A friend.
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A pimp is always his whore's best friend.
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[ Grrrr. You are worse than Desidero B[ ]
Stay the hell away from him. I'll find him myself.
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[That's no fun!]
...You seem familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?
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No. You haven't.
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[Maybe. Just maybe.]
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[He doesn't really like to be recognized, honestly. You never know where the Prents are hiding.]
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Newly arrived. And forsaken by your whore. How devastated you must be.
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I will be fine.