Post by shio mora on Jan 8, 2016 1:30:01 GMT
The entire area was bustling with motion and movement, people doing their damndest to fit into costumes that looked incredibly entertaining and unbelievably flashy. They moved with a sort of good-natured ribbing, a few of them elbowing each other and making some rather poor jokes, a few others cackling at the latest news from abroad. There was perhaps nowhere in this world better than the Renaissance Fair, for people from countless walks of life to meet and interact...and today, one man in particular was standing back in a corner, his hands resting in his sleeves as he stared about in silence. There was a good-natured smile on his face, and his hair was slicked back in a manner that brought to mind peacocks...but he still never spoke a word, even when some of the people starting slapping him on the back.
It had taken a good few weeks to get approval for this...little display, and it had taken almost a month after that to prove he had the proper talents to be of note. His performance today was the grand opening, the very first chance he'd have to impress these men. And yet he still did nothing but smile that same warm, faintly knowing smile as he watched them all dressing up, a few trying out what could only be called the most hideous of accents. One approached the newcomer outright, and thrust a hand towards his face, waving it a bit.
"Oi! You've been sitting there like that for thirty minutes! Not even in uniform yet! Everything alright? First day jitters? I mean, I guess I can understand why when your stage name is so...eurgh. I mean, who's gonna think "Yaksha" is any sort of awesome performer?"
"All the same, it's who I am. If you want my name, you'll just have to pry it from my cold dead hands. And I'll still be in uniform before any of you finish yours. After all...I'm a magician. What sort of magician can't manage a simple wardrobe change?"
He slid a hand into a pocket, withdrawing a deck of playing cards and beginning to shuffle them slowly, ever so slowly, and then raising his brows as he could see the look of disgust and unhappiness on the face of the man...as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of lemon juice. Yaksha dealt himself a hand, then folded the deck down next to it, folding the cards over one at a time, and then leaning back to sigh.
"I was having some fond memories, actually. This kind of thing...takes me back."
"Yeah? Go to many of these things as a kid?"
"You could say I went to one of these things every day of my adolescent life. I had a rather lucky childhood."
He lay his feet down on the table where his cards had been dealt, letting them jump ever so slightly...and keep jumping, almost vibrating themselves over the edge of the table. He rose his brows, then flicked a hand dismissively.
"I don't remember seeing you had any perfomances around the time of mine. Come by and watch."
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It had taken a good few weeks to get approval for this...little display, and it had taken almost a month after that to prove he had the proper talents to be of note. His performance today was the grand opening, the very first chance he'd have to impress these men. And yet he still did nothing but smile that same warm, faintly knowing smile as he watched them all dressing up, a few trying out what could only be called the most hideous of accents. One approached the newcomer outright, and thrust a hand towards his face, waving it a bit.
"Oi! You've been sitting there like that for thirty minutes! Not even in uniform yet! Everything alright? First day jitters? I mean, I guess I can understand why when your stage name is so...eurgh. I mean, who's gonna think "Yaksha" is any sort of awesome performer?"
"All the same, it's who I am. If you want my name, you'll just have to pry it from my cold dead hands. And I'll still be in uniform before any of you finish yours. After all...I'm a magician. What sort of magician can't manage a simple wardrobe change?"
He slid a hand into a pocket, withdrawing a deck of playing cards and beginning to shuffle them slowly, ever so slowly, and then raising his brows as he could see the look of disgust and unhappiness on the face of the man...as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of lemon juice. Yaksha dealt himself a hand, then folded the deck down next to it, folding the cards over one at a time, and then leaning back to sigh.
"I was having some fond memories, actually. This kind of thing...takes me back."
"Yeah? Go to many of these things as a kid?"
"You could say I went to one of these things every day of my adolescent life. I had a rather lucky childhood."
He lay his feet down on the table where his cards had been dealt, letting them jump ever so slightly...and keep jumping, almost vibrating themselves over the edge of the table. He rose his brows, then flicked a hand dismissively.
"I don't remember seeing you had any perfomances around the time of mine. Come by and watch."
