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Vera
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Mon Aug 29, 2016 9:49 pm

2nd of Saun, 716 - Early Morning

...Continued from 'Beginnings of a Mental Acrobat'

The sun hung low on the eastern side of town as Vera stepped outside her door, going through the proper motions of securing it. She looked down the surprisingly empty street, a mental map forming within her head on how to navigate to the bazaar - she needed a new dagger, and a sheath for it. Making sure she had her coin-purse ready and tucked away within her shaggy black cloak, Vera set out down the street.

A brisk walk turned into a sort of jog, keeping her back straight since that seemed to give her a more efficient use of energy - she maintained her morning exercise routine to keep herself fit. Vera figured that a regimen of repetition would build her into what she wanted to become. She focused on her running, how the steps felt, how they sent vibrations up her leg. Over the next few bits, her breathing grew more labored, so she started taking deeper and more controlled breaths to supply her body with the air she needed.

The foul stench of the sewer soon neared, Vera’s eyes narrowing down at the source as she ran, absent-mindedly holding her breath which coaxed a burning in her lungs. The drain was built into a sort of divet in the road, a few feet in width. The narrow pit nearing her as she jogged, Vera bent her knees slightly, forelegs rolling forward above her rotating ankles, shoving off from that point with her feet and extending her lower extremities with outward force to catapult her beyond the gap.

Arms spreading outward akin to a bird with wings, the short hop was met with a landing, her foot connecting hard with the stone just beyond the paved drainage ditch. The landing went well, arms falling to her sides like pendulums to shift the weight, and she took another step forward and inhaled a sharp breath of rancid air from a sudden change - her ankle twisted beneath her and the immediate shock of stabbing pain forced her balance askew. The cloaked lady was sent tumbling down to the ground, thinking quickly to adjust her fall by throwing her weight to one side - she fell upon her shoulder, the impact dispersing through much of her body.

Her eyes squeezed tight for the briefest of moments, face contorting as lips parted, baring her teeth. “Ah … that smarts,” she hissed under her breath, so nobody else could hear the sound of a woman angry with herself. The palm-edge of her thumb was skinned by the pavement, a rash of angry red and peeled skin easily apparent as she gazed upon it. A scratch, she diagnosed - it would heal quickly, and required no treatment. Barely any blood … but it did burn a fair bit from the nerves throwing a revolution.

The pain in her ankle subsided for the most part as she sat up and rolled onto her knees, pulling up her uninjured leg and using that to stand on it, to better manage the pain. Meanwhile, she wasmentally processing what had just happened … she’d jumped, she’d landed. Was she so focused on landing that she briefly forgot how to walk? Peculiar…
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Mon Aug 29, 2016 9:51 pm

Testing her muscle, Vera soon realized that her ankle was quite sprained after putting weight upon it, instantly shifting that weight onto her good leg and letting the other one almost float while connected with the ground, only using it for balance and light touches. She dragged that injured foot along, stepping outward with her good foot and heading to the side of the road - it seemed wise to stay out of the primary line of sight, people were less likely to stop and stare, or try to help her if they didn’t notice her. She wanted to stay on the peripheral ... there was a slight humiliation from failure that perhaps vexed her more than the fact that her plans were ruined for the day. Well then, so much for the Seekers, the dagger, and all else today. I’m not going to walk all the way to the university on an injured ankle. I need to rest this off…


Leaning against the wall for assisted balance, Vera’s neck held her head at an angle as a man in a cloak walked by, simply skirting around the sewer pit instead of jumping over the grate as she had done. More importantly, his route of passage caused him to turn and face her - their eyes met. I should have taken into account the terrain, how someone would move on a route such as a road, where their eyes would go if presented with an obstacle... She was thankful when the man broke their connection and turned aside, cheek flinching in annoyance … it became apparent to her that he wasn’t the nice type of man, and he wanted nothing to do with her. The body language was a dead giveaway.

Well, better for Vera, the introvert who didn’t want anything to do with the common folk.

With eyebrows angled down, forehead crinkled in a stubborn fashion, Vera started to hobble in the direction the man was going. He wasn’t facing her, and she surmised that she was too far away to be heard - it seemed ideal to move now, rather than later when another person might walk up and out into the road. It wasn’t the usual sort of crowd, it was typical for there to be more people out and about … she wondered why there were so few but couldn’t place why within her mind. Perhaps there was some festival … she noted that she should keep an eye on things like that if she ever needed to … it seemed advantageous to walk around when there were less people, or to know when there was a massive crowd to blend in with should someone ever follow her.

She knew she was a bit paranoid … but her background beat a sort of caution into her. As a Seeker, she had never registered her magic and would be fined, imprisoned, or worse if caught utilizing her powers. She was well aware of that - it was one of the first things she learned as a Neophyte. And, as a Webspinner … secrecy was inherent. She didn’t want to blab, and she wanted to be careful about who she let into her social circle - to manage them carefully.

Her mind wasn’t prepared for the moment when the man suddenly gazed over his shoulder - she recognized instantly that he was the suspicious type. Even keeping to one side of the road, he saw her. The injured woman’s eyes cast themselves aside to make it seem like she wasn’t looking at him, to avoid confrontation and perhaps divert his attention elsewhere. In her peripheral, she saw him walking toward her with a fierce determination in his wide eyes … oh, great.
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Mon Aug 29, 2016 9:52 pm

His moustache bobbed as he neared the five-yard mark. “You’re following me, aren’t you?” he asked. Vera glanced at his feet instead of making eye contact - she wanted to seem submissive, to make him feel guilt for the accusation.

“No,” she said, hair obscuring her eyes as she turned to a more sideways angle, stopping him from getting a better look at her face.

The man wasn’t satisfied, grunting in disbelief. “You think I believe that? You were standing there, and now you’re following me!” He stepped forward, getting closer and invading her personal space in a manner that conveyed his dominance. By will, Vera stretched out her Lethroda aura and began to encapsulate him with it, invisible energy a conduit for commanding and receiving certain desires and interests. She was silent in the next moment as she studied what was gleaned - he was a deviant, powerfully strong in scope. His desire was such that it was even clear he had an interest in her, but there was something more … he longed to return to someone. A wife?

She’d figured out he’d been to a brothel, that desire was associated with some kind of slave … concepts of money and financial worry fed her bits of information that helped her to come to that conclusion. Still, Vera didn’t have the time to fully puzzle him out like she could a patient.

“Hey, you look at me when I’m talking to you!” His finger started stabbing the air near her head, but she brought her hands up to the one breaking into her sphere of personal comfort and clasped it gently, feeling over the abrasiveness of his rough hands … some kind of manual labor worker, perhaps. The aura was starting to reach its limit, vibrating within the back of her mind like a cable threatening to snap. The sudden ginger touch made him stiffen in surprise “Go to your loved one, I was not watching you,” she said in a soft voice, being direct. The message carried with it a certain underlying power that latched into his mind, mingling with the existing desire to return, to soothe the guilt he felt in being unfaithful to her.

He just stared at her as that connection finally withered and cracked into nothingness, the physical sensations fooling around with the mental alchemy Vera had imparted unto his mind. Those simple words were enough to convey that message - she was unimportant, and his wife was more important. However, this manifested in an unexpected way. His body tensed even more, face arcing down into a scowl. He pulled his hand away from her and growled to himself, turning away and putting his hands in his hair. He started to walk the way he came from - back to the brothel?

The psychologist watched, even listened in disbelief and curiosity as the man blew steam, skin red even on the back of his neck. The gruff man of weeds roared to the world. “A divorce, I’m getting a divorce if it’s the last thing I do while I yet live. This has got to end!” His lunacy shouted through the streets, further words growing incomprehensible to her as his presence waned, figure growing smaller. Relationships … perhaps I’ll never fully understand what drives men to act like wild beasts under the oppression of one.

She relaxed and breathed inward, moving her legs again and trying to reach her residence before further oddities accosted her this day … contemplation served as a distraction to her pain as she shuffled on down the streets, making up lost time. It took a long while, but she arrived unmolested by making herself scarce, and soon she went back inside. I think for today, I’d prefer to stay inside. That was a little … unsettling.
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Sun Sep 04, 2016 12:45 pm

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Vera


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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/ 5 (solo thread)
Structure: 5 / 5
Knowledge:

Basic
Location: Rynmere Bazaar
Running: A straight back gives more efficient energy use
Endurance: Breath control allows for more effective exertion
Acrobatics: Propell yourself into a jump
Stealth: Stay out of the main thoroughfare
Stealth: Obscuring your face with your hair
Detection: Watch the patterns of how people move
Psychology: Non verbal communication is as important as verbal
Lethroda: Guilt and anger often combine in the unfaithful
Specialised
Acrobatics: Landings can cause you to stumble
Running: You have to adjust your technique with the terrain
Psychology: Use of space to convey emotion
Lethroda: Love is a funny thing, and a strong force

Loot:

Injury: 1 x sprained ankle - will take 10 arcs to fully heal, will need to be bandaged and will prohibit exertion or weight baring
Next Lethroda ability "Eye of the Beholder" unlocked (I checked this with Incubis who concurs!)

Fame:
-2 (act of magic)

Overview:

General comments. I had a lot of fun reading this thread, which really showed Vera's personality well. One tiny point - there is no divorce in Rynmere, according to the Lore regarding culture.
Story Clear story, good use of npcs and I particularly liked the way that the man in question seemed, at first, to be an unimportant passerby.
Structure No worries, all good!
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