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Who is pretending to be innocent? [Open]
WHO: Jin Guangyao & Open
WHEN: August 7-8
WHERE: Lady Odile's caravan and then Taravast!
WHAT: Eavesdropping and then assuming his role as a prophetic shepherd.
WARNINGS: TBD
[Caravan]
They said he had visited one of the hidden temples. They told him he was marked by his journey and he couldn't argue with them. Dust coated his robes and there was something like tar on the fabric too, ruining the fabric no doubt, though he rather hoped not. Robes of this quality were not easy to come by and he liked how they emphasized his beauty. But those were matters for another day. He was given other robes of lesser quality and accepted, warmly, into the caravan. Lady Odile did not seem to mind speaking openly before him either and he memorized what she said.
There was a suitor and...fears. Understandable fears. Guangyao comforted the lady with his unique, humble charm, soothing her of those fears. He knew, in a moment, if necessary, he could reawaken them. Noble ladies were so...useful.
Eventually, however, he left her side, peering around at his fellow travelers. A man like him had to be cautious and he touched Hensheng subtly, doing his utmost to seem...harmless. And lost. Awakening empathy kept him safe.
"Would you happen to have some water? I have been traveling for what feels like a long time!"
[Taravast]
His role was explained to him and he assumed it smoothly, dressing the part of a simple shepherd - though with a mask hiding his features. He grabbed a staff to further his act and walked into court as if he had always belonged there. Once he reached the most resonant part of the chamber, he pounded his staff against the floor and announced:
"Open your eyes! Can't you see it? The end is upon us!" he turned on any watchers, his voice passionate and breathy, "I have seen it..."
[Taravast, Part II]
After performing his act, he slipped into the crowd, losing the staff and using his height and build to his advantage. He could lose himself in crowds. Even the tone of his voice had changed; now softer, sweeter.
"Will we be fed soon? I do hope so."
That shepherd was a different person, surely. The one speaking was only a young man far from home.
WHEN: August 7-8
WHERE: Lady Odile's caravan and then Taravast!
WHAT: Eavesdropping and then assuming his role as a prophetic shepherd.
WARNINGS: TBD
[Caravan]
They said he had visited one of the hidden temples. They told him he was marked by his journey and he couldn't argue with them. Dust coated his robes and there was something like tar on the fabric too, ruining the fabric no doubt, though he rather hoped not. Robes of this quality were not easy to come by and he liked how they emphasized his beauty. But those were matters for another day. He was given other robes of lesser quality and accepted, warmly, into the caravan. Lady Odile did not seem to mind speaking openly before him either and he memorized what she said.
There was a suitor and...fears. Understandable fears. Guangyao comforted the lady with his unique, humble charm, soothing her of those fears. He knew, in a moment, if necessary, he could reawaken them. Noble ladies were so...useful.
Eventually, however, he left her side, peering around at his fellow travelers. A man like him had to be cautious and he touched Hensheng subtly, doing his utmost to seem...harmless. And lost. Awakening empathy kept him safe.
"Would you happen to have some water? I have been traveling for what feels like a long time!"
[Taravast]
His role was explained to him and he assumed it smoothly, dressing the part of a simple shepherd - though with a mask hiding his features. He grabbed a staff to further his act and walked into court as if he had always belonged there. Once he reached the most resonant part of the chamber, he pounded his staff against the floor and announced:
"Open your eyes! Can't you see it? The end is upon us!" he turned on any watchers, his voice passionate and breathy, "I have seen it..."
[Taravast, Part II]
After performing his act, he slipped into the crowd, losing the staff and using his height and build to his advantage. He could lose himself in crowds. Even the tone of his voice had changed; now softer, sweeter.
"Will we be fed soon? I do hope so."
That shepherd was a different person, surely. The one speaking was only a young man far from home.
taravast ii }
Her eyes turned towards the sound of the voice when they make their presentation, as well as taking in the suitor that comes with the caravan. The girl isn't particularly impressive, but this is more about what she represents than who she is. Which is unfortunate for the girl. Good thing Allison is looking to intervene.
After the performance, she catches the voice of the other man, and offers him a small smile.
"Probably. The feast usually comes after the big performance."
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Not yet anyway.
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"Allison. A pleasure to meet you, Guangyao. Are you new to Taravast?"
Her own subtle way of asking of he was part of the caravan or a long-term local.
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"I am." he steps closer to her so their conversation is even harder to hear, "Lady Odile found me in the wilds, covered in dust and tar."
She might know of the harpies and the hidden caverns.
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She does know of those harpies. In fact, she was personally involved in making them angry. But the mention of Lady Odile does catch her attention.
"Ahh, yes. Our young potential bride to be. She seems like such a lovely girl."
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who may or may not be seeing prophecies, so he has little say in courtly matters! Except, he had overheard something very useful for the matchmaker. He couldn't bear a lady entering an unhappy marriage."She is. I was present for her...misgivings...about her intended." he smiles as if all is well, but the way his dark eyes flicker from her face to the crowd says a great deal, "She isn't sure she believes the rumors about him."
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Now that is quite curious. She would very much like to question this further, but perhaps not in the middle of the crowd where other people might be able to hear it. After all, if she's going to thwart Malacuso's intentions, she probably shouldn't let other people hear it.
"Why don't you come sit by me? I would love to hear more about the Lady Odile."
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"I reassured her, of course, but one can't be certain that rumors are true. Especially when they concern a public figure. Often those compliments are fabricated to suit the person's image."
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"But perhaps if she is so concerned with love, she should keep her options open. Ensure that she has the right man in hand."