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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 4:54 am
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Even though it had been some time since their leader had been arrested, and then rescued, the rogue had continued to keep his watchful post in the capital. It had taken some time and a lot of control to keep that temper of his in place so he didn't give himself away completely. Seeing the guards and the queen's loyal subjects on a daily basis had made him sick quite often. 'Those sheep' as he called them, were nothing more than fools in his eyes, and you couldn't save fools from themselves.
The battle scarred man had run low on food and other supplies, and so he grabbed up his cloak, his gold, a bag for what he was going to purchase, and had his dagger at his side, then headed to the bazaar. The bustling market was, somehow, something the hardened rogue had come to enjoy. It had become a habit of his to walk instead of float along in his ethereal form to conserve energy for battle, and, for whatever reason, he enjoyed the feeling of the ground beneath his feet.
After having picked up a few things that he needed, he was close to being ready to leave. Normally, walking past the street performers was something he could do. He had no care for music or dance, especially from those who were the sheep of the queen, and yet... something stopped him as he walked past a beautiful form dancing in pale pink. He had stopped, paused between others brushing past, his head turning slowly to gaze on the one who had somehow managed to pull his attentions from his current resupplying mission. His mind was drawing a blank as to why, she of any other the other street dancers had ensnared his attention, but he just stood, and watched. Mesmerized as if he was watching the ocean's tide dance.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 3:27 am
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As he watched her wind down her dance, almost literally, he was nearly disappointed that it was over as he watched her stay on the ground for that little bit. Needless to say she had been quite the distraction to such an on task man. He wondered to himself how often she preformed, and even went so far as to thinking about trying to visit the market once again to see her dancing once more.
However, he was snapped from his thoughts as she started to get ready to go on her way. Normally he wouldn't have given up his coins for anything like this, but for some reason, this time, he wanted to. It could also have had something to do with the fact that he noticed her slipping the pouch into her top.... With a smirk to himself, he stepped up behind her, clearing his throat before placing his hand on her shoulder. He didn't want to startle her completely.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 4:23 am
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The moment his hand had touched her shoulder, he could feel her fear and nearly regretted it. It truly meant her no harm and had hoped that at least the clearing of his throat before hand would have clued her in to the fact he was trying to get her attention. Then again, the man knew nothing of relationships, really. Not even so much of the kind he could have with the other Rogues. He was the lone wolf sort.
As the dancer turned, stepping away from him, he frowned some. Though he truly couldn't blame her for it for many reasons. Slowly he bowed his head apologetically, peering up to her through his bangs before lifting his head. "Do forgive me." He cleared his throat, shifting his body and rolling his shoulders back as he stood tall once again. "You are quite the dancer and I didn't get the chance to contribute before you wrapped things up." Awkward wording as usual. Good job, sir.
He felt almost a bit odd as he held out a few gold coins for her. The thought of tucking them in her top as that was where she stashed her purse had made him chuckle. "I don't know what is appropriate for this... I do apologize." He bowed his head once more, before looking to her again. "Do you perform often? I have never found any street performers so... captivating before." He most likely wasn't helping this situation getting to be less awkward, but then again, that was just how the man was around others.
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