Armond (fighting_ghosts) wrote in pastarillius, @ 2008-06-18 04:18:00 |
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A forgotten past... (Part I)
Who: Armond, Astria (NPC), and Julia (NPC)
When: About 550 years ago
Where: Europe somewhere
What: A look inside Armond's life as a human prior to the Demos. Things he can't remember.
"I'de much rather you a thief than a whore, Julia." Armond said jokingly as he pulled back the shabby little curtain that was serving as a door to the lower and hidden part of the tavern. Inside the door there were several chairs, a couple of them turned over, one missing a leg, surrounding a table that had never seen a day in its life without having some sort of knife jabbed into it.
"And why is that? Rather see me a villian?" Julia asked, raising her head to look up at him. There was a smug smile on her lips as she danced around her older brother into the room. A small bag of silver coins dropped down onto the table. She tugged down the hood of her cloak, revealing blonde hair that shined even in the dim light of this room.
"A whore has to pay taxes. A thief doesn't pay anything as long as they don't get caught." Armond replied with a sly grin, waggling his brows as if he had said something clever. He moved into the room and began to light candles revealing the room did have some color to it, a lot of color actually, except none of it went together. The oranges were outrageous and clashed against the forest greens. Not to mention the room could use a good dusting, a good cleaning, and perhaps the holes in the walls could be mended better.
"She could be an illegal whore. Or a whore of the clergy, I hear their taxes are less." Came a third voice, from a door off to the side of the room (an actual door) and in stepped a figure. Another woman, tall and lean, with dark hair and thin but muscular form. She wore breeches in a tunic that fit her lightly, nothing fancy, but there was still something regal in the way she walked and the way she held her head. Her steps brought her to the two and Armond grabbed her waist, yanking her his way just so he could kiss her. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he last saw her he still savored this moment like it would be their last.
"A whore of the clergy? Playing games of confession? Are you mad? She would likely end up giving those men nightmares instead of hard-ons." Armond responded, keeping a hold of the woman's waist. Julia rolled her eyes and took a seat in one of the chairs, propping her legs up on the table so that she leaned back on only two legs of her seat. "Can men so wrinkley really get a hard-on?"
"Not something I wish to consider, dear one." Said the other woman as she wiggled away from Armond, pressing a kiss to his cheek which signaled him to free her. "Never known many thieves to get old and wrinkley. We live hard, die young. What has inspired this talk of being a whore?"
Armond pulled out an apple from his pocket. It was small, bright green, and sour when he bit into it. He spoke with his mouthful before Julia could open hers, "A pretty boy wants to get into Julia's skirts. Offering her riches beyond her wildest dreams. Sounds like he wants her to be his own personal whore."
"He's lying, Astria. It didn't go like that." Julia snapped, a glare given to her brother, cheeks flushed with embarssment. "He gave me some coins, says he wants to courts me."
Astria looked between the two siblings. Armond was sticking his tongue out at Julia, bits of apple on it, she returned the favor except minus the apple so it was not quite as disgusting. Even though she was touching the tip of her nose with her tongue...
"And what was this lord's name, dear one? Did you swipe the silver from him?"
"No. He gave it to me then asked me out dancing. Told me to buy a nice gown with it and he would take me out on the town. He told me his name was Carion, Carion Demos. Certainly a stranger to the area..."
"Yeah, sounds like he wants you to be a whore to me. I don't like it. No man in his right mind would give a woman a bag of coins and tell her to buy a dress not to mention expect her to meet up with him later... Unless it was for some horrible reason. I don't think you should go." Another bite of the apple was taken as he moved to take a seat on the table. His legs kicking back and forth.
"Maybe he has enough silver to do that. Likely has some gold coins too. I'll go dancing, see where it goes... You and Astria can tag along in the shadows and if you don't like something pull me out of it." The tone Julia took was matter-o-fact. Astria and Armond exchanged looks, saying something silently to each other with just eyes, before nodding their heads.
Armond could work with that. He was going to pull her out of there even the guy was not doing anything inappropriate. He did not want any rich lordling using his sister, and that was all nobility ever did. Actually what most men he had met did...