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Post by JeY k on Dec 13, 2015 19:05:12 GMT -5
It's not surprising to see a decent crowd of people wandering about the bazaar - it's a large open area of market stalls, retailers and consumers. Perhaps those were more modern terms for the more descriptive 'hagglers' that prowled about, not always exchanging the local currency for whatever good they intended to purchase. The big difference today was that half of the bazaar was converted into a fair grounds. There were a few performers, some zoo animals, and of course rigged games.
One of the game runners was a simple human who seemed very out of place. The world this took place on was mostly inhabited by classical-looking individuals, whereas this man was in a modern gray t-shirt and thing nylon blazer with black nylon pants, crazy spiky black hair with azure tips, and heterochromic purple and yellow eyes. Freakishly out of place. Behind him was a large but tidy boulder (definitely taller than him and he's just over five and a half feet) that was almost as wide as it was tall. At the top, jutting out of the corner was a strange-looking sword.
There was a sign in front of him: 'Pull the sword, keep it and win a prize'. There didn't seem to be a price listed anywhere, unlike the other fair games.
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Post by Gemini on Jan 4, 2016 3:43:06 GMT -5
((Hope it's not too late to join!))
"Now this! This world he could get used to. So many stories passing by left and right, the compelling dialogue swinging in and out of his ears, the...aliveness of it all! It's like ecstasy to him. He takes a deep breath...and smells.
"The old Satyr steps in and out of the strands of people eavesdropping. Here and there he receives glances, no doubt from those wondering who this mysterious new fellow may be. He nods curtly at one man in a clown mask. He smiles at a little boy who seems to be absorbed with some ball-cup toy he must have won somewhere. Yet while these stories occur, our hero longs for his story to continue. How could he help this small world? How could he make a difference.
"That's when it catches his eye! The boulder with the sword! The sword in the stone! This is why our valiant knight is here. He must achieve his destiny and bring peace to this frivolous world. He approaches the man standing in front of it, as he seems to be the protector of this great sword. 'My good sir,' he says approaching with his chest held high while using his wooden cane for support, 'I have arrived to accept the challenge of pulling the sword from the stone! Rest assured that I am the hero you have been waiting for, and I will bring peace TO ALL OF THESE PEOPLE!' He spins around with the last declaration so that everyone knows their one true hero has arrived."
((So in case you haven't seen my profile, this is the Storyteller. I feel the need to put a note here so that it's clear that all of the narration is spoken aloud by him as he tells his own story. Super weird, super difficult, but I figured worth a fun experience.))
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Post by JeY k on Jan 4, 2016 20:33:38 GMT -5
[OOC: no biggie! Though you might want to fix the link in your sig - it has "&scrollTo=284651" at the end which forces the user to Raph's approval post. Taking that out should make sure it stays at the top when the user clicks it =)]
At first there was no attention to be paid, but the loudmouth just drew closer and closer. While concentrated on the more immediate crowd, most of it simply passing by this impossible challenge, but it was impossible to ignore a half-man half-beast literally narrating himself. The man next to the sign was as keen to creative writing as any, and it wasn't hard to tell that this... whatever he was seemed to be as vain and conceited as they come.
Of course, JeY could be wrong, it was merely his first impression. Despite his obnoxious yelling, he legitimately wanted to try so there wasn't any harm in letting him. There had been weirder folks that he's met in his lifetime, but definitely the strangest one he's come across at this event so far. No contest. Which is a shame, because for once there isn't a freak-show contest going on at the fair this year.
"First try's free," the man next to the sign said, audibly although his voice lacked any hint of an emotion. "Start whenever you're ready." Well, this should be fun to watch.
First, the contestant would have to climb and mount the rock to reach the handle, and second, overcome a rigged and unfair challenge where the sword was grappled to the inside of the synthetic rock; but the swords grappling claws obviously couldn't be seen from beneath the fake granite. Pulling it out would require breaking the rules written on the back of the sign: "If the stone cracks larger than one inch or shatters at all, you are disqualified."
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Post by Gemini on Jan 7, 2016 2:31:28 GMT -5
((Whoops! Good catch, thanks!))
"The valiant knight sniffs the air around this boy."
*SNIIIIIIFF*
"He certainly doesn't smell like an adolescent, but he seems to have the enthusiasm of one filled with angst! Does he not sense the greatness that currently resides in his presence? Our hero examines the boy's face closely, searching for the slightest sign of excitement or intrigue or RESPECT!
"'Boy, one try is all I need,' our adventurer notes, 'And I will begin when I am good and ready! To draw Excalibur should take great concentration.' He begins making his way to the stone. 'While I may know in my heart that I possess the strength, courage, and chivalry it takes to wield the great sword, it is clear that I must prove it to not just you, but everyone here!'
"The old, but youthful, swashbuckler tucks his cane under his arm and finds the perfect gripping points to begin his climb. With clenched teeth, he pulls himself up and begins his Herculean-like ascent to Olympus! One hand pulls the next one up while his boots grip the rough enough stone to keep him attached. 'AH!'
"But his boot slips! His hands grip tighter, as tightly as possible, to ensure that he does not fall as Icarus once did! The hero can't see the people around him enjoying the festivities, but he was certain that all eyes were on him! He digs deep within himself to find the strength to pull his body weight up until he finds a good gripping point with his boots again. A few more feet later, and he...ARRIVES!
"'CITIZENS! HEAR ME! I ARRIVED AT THIS FESTIVAL AS MANY OF YOU DID: LOOKING FOR NEW ADVENTURES AND NEW STORIES! BUT IT IS HERE THAT I HAVE FOUND MY DESTINY, WITH THIS GREAT SWORD TRAPPED BY THE GODS IN THIS HARSH STONE! I CONFRONTED THE GUARDIAN-' (He points to the boy) '-AND ACCEPTED THE CHALLENGE.' His hands grip the hilt tightly. He feels the anticipation building throughout the square! 'SO IT IS WITH THIS DECREE, THAT I PROMISE TO BE A FAIR, JUST, AND HONEST RULER, JUST AS ARTHUR IN CAMELOT! AND I DO CLAIM THIS SWORD...EXCALI-' He tugs but nothing happens. The rock will not forfeit the sword to its rightful ruler. How? WHY?! THE BOY!
"'YOU!' he accuses in rage!"
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Post by JeY k on Jan 7, 2016 9:09:50 GMT -5
"Second try is one hundred munny."
If the man was capable of feeling emotion, he might have had a hearty laugh at the old fool making such a big deal over the impossible challenge. He couldn't care less that he was being the target of disdain; clearly the beast was unhappy with the situation but that was his loss. The worst thing was, JeY didn't even care about the currency, but finding someone strong enough to do the nearly impossible? That was certainly a treat.
Some entertainment along the way wasn't a downside either. The challenger was certainly obnoxious but the more he rabbled on, the funnier it actually got. While he certainly could be annoyed or frustrated, he wouldn't waste his energy on preventing himself from soaking in the gold that was this thing's performance. Whether he was fully aware of how silly he looked narrating himself, the man still took the opportunity to just let it happen. The moment it became too much of a problem he could probably just blast the thing to smithereens, or at least hurl him off the world. These were both exaggerations, but that certainly wouldn't stop the chaotic man from trying.
Plus, the super shouting was starting to garter some attention - it didn't stop the whole crowd, but some heads turned and some legs wandered over and there was some fantastic curiosity around. Scanning the auras of everyone, including the beast, there still wasn't anything noteworthy to his standards but no publicity was bad publicity. For now, the man remained motionless with his arms crossed, having spoken absolutely nothing that wasn't entirely necessary.
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Post by Gemini on Jan 13, 2016 13:27:50 GMT -5
"Our hero could not believe the unrelenting apathy of this boy! Surely the little nitwit has fixed this quest. This is not Excalibur, nor is the stone from anywhere near Camelot! Our man jumps from the rock with sudden grace the likes of which he had not yet displayed. After a flip in the air he lands and places his cane gently on the ground. He approaches slowly, his free hand resting on the hilt of his dagger.
"'Listen here, boy,' he growls quietly, 'I know who you really are. I know from which plane you come from. The trickster in disguise. Loki.' Our knight grins, knowing he has revealed the Norse god's true identity. He moves in closer, staring daggers in the deceptive boy's eyes. With a display of courage that many have never dared show the god, the satyr raises his cane and butts Loki's chest with it. 'You will give me the sword now, and I will not reveal your true identity or take even more...drastic measures.'
"The satyr's hand taps his the hilt of his dagger to reveal what the drastic measures are. If Loki dares to try any other trick, our hero plans to plunge the dagger deep in his heart."
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Post by JeY k on Jan 14, 2016 15:01:13 GMT -5
Yup, this guy was completely for real. The reaction he had, and the emotions he felt. Whenever the beast-thing spoke, JeY could feel the legitimate energy of disdain from him. In a way this made this all the more entertaining, maybe the guy was just an attention whore or playing a really elaborate joke to make those he encounters feel awkward, however these theories were all thrown out the window. This guy was just a nut-job. It was awesome.
Being more observant than others often credit him for, JeY didn't need for his contestant to directly announce that he had his hand on a weapon in order him to realize what was going on. He almost wanted him to do it, even though it would cause a lot of trouble he didn't need at least the chaotic man could have some fun. It's been a while since he's had just a straight-up casual sword fight. You know, that sounded like a great idea. He could play to this goat-man's ego to his advantage, making the assumption that playing a little game of 'mine is bigger' would warrant a 'challenge accepted' reaction. Well, he hoped.
"Man, that's a name I haven't heard in a while." While 'Loki' was not the man's name what-so-ever, it would be funnier if he played along however, that was not the end of the man's turn. He lifted his arm straight into the air, and then a brilliant light briefly flashed and a massive two-handed sword materialized from the handle to the tip in one quick strobe, revealing JeY's infamous Zweihandler; a blade as tall as himself and half as wide as his shoulder width made up of a flowing rainbowish energy, mostly comprised of yellow with hues of reds and greens, sporting a very ordinary rectangular hilt.
Once the blade was fashion, JeY spun it around his wrist twice to show eloquent control of the weapon before smashing the tip into the ground next to him to firmly plant the energy-like sword and lean onto it, demonstrating the entirety of his weight was supported. "But, the challenge is entirely possible. So what if you failed on your first try, maybe you loosened it enough to slip right out next time. It's a carnival game, not a charity case. You want the sword, you gotta win."
While tempted to remind him about the price he wanted the fight to happen more, leaving him to see how the contestant replies before choosing his next words. "Though I won't tolerate threats lightly." Your move, crazy goat thing.
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