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nysalogs2017-10-03 09:35 am
daemonized) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-03 09:35 am
[ OPEN ]
Who: Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) & YOU!
When: Event things! All throughout October.
Where: All around.
Warning(s): None... yet. Will add if necessary.
i. market district;
ii. red light district;
iii. wildcard;
daemonized) & YOU!When: Event things! All throughout October.
Where: All around.
Warning(s): None... yet. Will add if necessary.
i. market district;
[He wasn’t nearby when the explosion had shook the market district, though panic spreads quickly, and the aftermath of such an event is impossible to ignore. Even more so for Ardyn, being part of the royal guard — being delegated orders to provide aid and investigate, it is his own curiosities that truly drive him farther into the area to assist. Granted, his form of “assistance” might be lacking compared to those who are rushing to and fro, enveloped in a frantic need of wanting to help. Instead, it’s easier for him remain calm, more unaffected, eyes taking in the area with a sense of detachment that’s perhaps less than appropriate for the situation at hand. If you need to talk to him, he’s easy enough to spot in the crowd. More specifically, a few things that take place are:
A.) An elderly man, a vendor whose wares had been toppled over completely in the explosion, requires help retrieving his goods now strewn all about the street. Textiles and clothing of various colors, one of which seems to hang high up, caught on the corner of a rooftop of a nearby building. It billows, not unlike a flag flying in the breeze. Ardyn cranes his head up to look at it. Then he says, to the person closest to him:]
Be so kind as to retrieve that for me, will you? I’ve already my hands full.
[And so it seems he does, various unravelled yards of cloth hanging over his arm.
B.) There are, of course, looters. As to be expected, people who would take advantage of tragedy for their own benefit, and the ironic part is that Ardyn generally would not care. And yet there are a couple of young men who are being so bold as to do so right in front of him — only down the street, where they appear to be scrounging around another vendor’s (not currently present) property: an array of decorative items, small enough to be thrown into a bag and carried off nonchalantly. Covered in filigree and adorned with precious gems. Certainly possessing high enough market value to sell for a quick profit.
It’s easy enough for Ardyn to close the distance, of course. A flash of magic, sword in his hand, and suddenly he’s warped from where he was standing to directly in front of one of the men — blade pressed up against his throat. The other looter freezes in shock, mid-crouch, in the midst of picking up a shiny bauble to steal.
The smile Ardyn gives them is… amused, but a little disconcerting.]
At least wait until the cover of night like proper thieves.
[If the second man is slowly reaching for a dagger at his hip, there’s zero indication of Ardyn either noticing or caring. What do you do, passerby?]
ii. red light district;
[Now it’s time for an investigation proper, and who says that all manner of secrets and rumors do not eventually make their way to the red light district? This is where you can find Ardyn tonight, skulking through alleyways and hovering near the edges of crowds, sometimes asking around, sometimes not. He is, of course, dressed in plain clothes, a hundred times more subdued than his usual tastes. No guard uniform, no outfit from Eos to turn any heads. Only Ardyn, looking like a commoner, hair tied back. His only indulgence is a maroon scarf, hanging loosely around his neck.
He is absolutely drawn to the sight of individuals speaking in hushed whispers, for often times they are not being as discreet as they believe. This time, it’s two women, huddled in an darkened alleyway, and Ardyn eyes them from where he stands. He catches something about “Wyver”, but will have to draw closer to hear anything more.
Are you a fellow refugee wanting to unravel this mystery further? Join him in figuring out a creative way to move closer without drawing any unwanted attentions. The women do seem to be on the lookout for anyone snooping around. Alternately, he may speak to you first, muttering:]
Just how inconspicuous can you be?
iii. wildcard;
[Open for future threads, or any prompts that you’d prefer to play out if none of these work! I can be found ataurajen to plot further if you’d like!]
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[Formalities are to be discarded here. Ardyn never was much for them, especially after the loss of his own title, so very many years ago.
The sound of those paws is... curious and worthy of questioning, of course, but questions can be cast aside for the sake of stealth for now. He watches her make herself into that of a beggar, and he must admit that it is more than a passable sight. If she wants to go unseen, why not choose a visage that no one wants to see? That no one ever wishes to make eye contact with? His grin widens.]
I think you do. None shall look upon you with any importance now.
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[ not quite discarded, not for her, not before that final remark and a small smile before she directs her efforts into making herself look the part of a beggar. she has seen them in King's Landing, the people in the streets, has seen the way Cersei and Joffrey spoke of the common folk, like they were sheep to be herded, like they were not worth even thinking about. she knows how easy it is to be invisible, without the proper name, the proper status.
it is cruel, but so is the way of the world, and at least here, they can use it to their advantage. ]
That is what I hope. [ she hunches her shoulders and breathes out; with a small smile at Ardyn, she moves away from behind the corner and starts making her way towards the women. before making it to them, she crouches down on the ground the way she's seen people do, her hands cupped in front of her, like she intends to sit there and wait for someone to give her a coin, even if it takes all night.
(they're lucky — the women turn to look at who is coming, but upon noticing Sansa settle down, they turn away again with scoffs, disregarding her entirely.) ]
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Thankfully, it will not take long. The women do indeed glance at her, their eyes filled with disdain, before scoffing and returning to their conversations at hand.
The explosion, yes, says one of them, continuing what she had been saying to the other. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, considering. I've heard talk that this isn't the only place that it's happened.
Where else, then? asks the other.
Wyver, apparently. All part of a bigger plan, makes it sound like, hm?]
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[ the women speak, and Sansa keeps her head down, gaze directed towards the ground, even as she listens carefully. Wyver? so it's not only here in Olympia that this is happening. it is not only here that citizens are in danger.
she wonders whether she should try and record this conversation — she knows it is possible, with the device they have, and yet she does not know how to do it. her memory will have to do. ]
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[The women continue to mutter about Wyver, nattering on about just what the point of such attacks are, and if they'll appear elsewhere when they least expect it. Though at some point it just devolves into small talk, the conversation tapering off into something less useful -- that is, unless Sansa just likes random gossip between strangers.
Ardyn will wait patiently for her return.]
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[ when it is clear there is nothing more to gain from listening to the women talk, Sansa gets up... and approaches them. leaving might arouse their suspicions — she knows she would be suspicious of anyone who stayed only to listen to what is considered important, politically or otherwise, and then left. a beggar like her might be expected to stay sitting there all night. ]
Kind ladies, do you not have a coin to spare? Just one coin, so poor Alayne could get some bread for her sick sister?
[ the women glance at her once and then shout at her to be on her way and stop bothering them — and it is just as well. she only wanted a reason to leave.
once she rounds the corner back to where Ardyn is waiting, she straightens her shoulders, fighting back a shudder from the chill she caught when sitting there. ]