Skitzophrenik wrote:
"Aye girl, you can. But only if Taddeo goes with you and helps pick out the prettiest ones."
Punchy gives Taddeo a significant look
The actress talking to Yala is the one who played the mage's dark-skinned Islander assistant, though her accent places her as growing up in Alárya. She gapes at Punchy's instruction and asks Yala, "A man watching a girl undress? That's a mite...improper. Are you
sure he's human? Other races, other ways, as my Granny used to say."
"I asked but he got mad," Yala replies, her lower lip quivering.
"No worries, dear! Come over here and we'll try some on over your dress. You're such a wee little thing, it won't matter a whit." She draws the girl over to the trunk and sorts through the dresses.
Skitzophrenik wrote:
He goes on a bit, coming from the business and having a good eye for clowning and the like. Punchy isn't shy about the fact that he, like Edric, comes from circus folk.
"... Let me tell you, once you let the elephants out of the box, there's no getting them back in!" he finishes.
The listening women explode with laughter. Amara wipes tears from her eyes. "Sure enough, I don't know why you'd ever leave that business!" she gasps between chuckles.
Dom/SlimKop wrote:
Taddeo deftly unties the cravat, and moves behind his admirer.
"Please, let me see how this would look on you. Your coloring is exquisite."
If his companion acquiesces, he ties the cloth expertly, though very slowly with lingering touches.
"Oh, my, you are a man of skill." The actress strokes the cravat. "I'm Samara. What can I call you?" She unties the cravat and then places his fingers on it, her hands resting on his. "Show me how you did that."
FreakyBoy wrote:
Zaljan has never seen a burlesque show before (the dancing on the island is quite different, indeed!) and thus stays behind to watch this new show.
He sees much lascivious winking and hip gyrating, and, layer by layer, quite a lot of very interesting petticoats, under-petticoats, under-under-petticoats, and Unmentionables.
Stan Cold wrote:
Anthony sighs, and follows the dwarf outside. When he is out, he says, "Alright let's do this for honor or whatever." He proceeds to wield his knife.
Moonforger holds up a finger. "Let me wet my whistle, interloper," he growls, as he pulls a flask the size of a small child from inside his bulky leather jacket. He uncorks it and drinks...and drinks...and drinks.
Finally he wipes his mouth, belches, and peers at Anthony. "Who are you and what do you want?" he grouses.
CCC wrote:
He introduces an illusion; a strong, heavily built human. He's not Edric; but he could easily be mistaken for Edric from a distance, as he has a similar build, similar clothes, and the same colour hair. Similarly, Edric could have been mistaken for him; and if the man was working off a verbal description of Edric, well, the illusion should fit.
On close observation, though, the face is entirely different; the eyes are closer together, the nose has been broken at some point in the past; the lower law protudes slightly; and there's a small scar on his left cheek.
"Hey, you." The voice is deep and brutish, nothing like Edric. "I hear you been asking questions 'bout the bandit attack."
The man whips around, startled--he didn't hear any approaching footfalls--then relaxes slightly and takes another puff on his cigar. "Why do you ask?" he says. "Did they send you, too?"