Out of the many musicians, troubadors, and other musically-inclined people that were performing, there was one that stood out amongst all others...well, sorta. Fazerelli Dubranche Tuliphugger wasn't the most stylish bard that had been hired to play, nor was he the loudest or the best when it came to his craft. But hey, it's not every day a person gets to see an elf lugging around an instrument twice his size, is it?
"Again, a thousand graces for letting me 'jam' with you guys!" said Faze, as he pocketed a few tips thrown upon the stage and left the other minstrels. He always enjoyed mingling with others of his ilk and working together to make good music better, especially since it's hard to make even semi-decent music with his tuba alone. But he had not come to this celebration merely to earn a few extra coins; he dreamed of finding someone to call his true love and settling down with them, and some big hullabaloo like this was probably the best place to find her.
His left arm gripped tightly around his tuba, and his right arm fully carrying his single suitcase, Faze decided to scan the crowd for people to mingle with. From atop the stage, he had viewed an odd performer with a talent for spinning on his head, but it appeared that the area around him was now a little too crowded to try and squeeze his instrument through. Instead, he decided to head towards the local pub, and was a little bemused at the sight of some sprite talking to a lady with an animate broom.
By the time that Faze was able to reach the pub, the lady with the broom was gone, but the pixie remained. Deciding that she could still qualify as a lady he could dedicate his life to despite a difference in body structure, the bard decided to introduce himself. "Um....good day, m'lady. Pardon my intrusion, but I could not help but be drawn towards you. Allow me to introduce myself; you may call me Faze, and I am humbled to be so close to perfection...by which I mean you. That probably didn't need clarifying, I know, but better safe than sorry. So, what's your name?"
"A dragon?" Jester bent down to inspect the creature. "Doesn't look that impressive."
Tornado chuckled, "If I were you Jester, I wouldn't tempt fate like that. It usually ends quite painfully for the unwary."
Jester tried to nonchalantly step away from the rat. "Well, either way, it's kinda disappointing for my first up close dragon sighting."
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The pixie blushed a little (probably the booze doing that), and giggled. "Slammin' Flowerchild. And you are?"
Of course, she knew it wouldn't work out, but she may as well play along. Too big, for one thing. That would hurt so much, and she wasn't exactly thrilled at that prospect. Yeah, musicians and their inflated egos...
"Fazerelli Dubranche Tuliphugger, but as I have said, a mere 'Faze' shall suffice," replied the bard. Feeling rather confident, he then bowed as a show of respect...but, forgetting just how much the tuba shifted his center of gravity, he ended up with his face in the ground in front of Flowerchild's feet.
After letting go of his stuff and wiping the dirt on his face, Faze decided to use his suitcase as a temporary chair while continuing his conversation. "Well, that was embarassing...but life is full of odd events we'll laugh about in days to come, is it not? Now, if I may have m'lady's permission to inquire, just what brings you to this fair land? I mean, there's probably more motivation than just celebrating the princess's B-day, right? Personally, I'm trying to find true love...or, at the very least, someone that can tolerate me and my music."
"Why, do you suck that badly?" Flowerchild giggled some more, flitting about inebriatedly. "And this is a birthday party, huh? 'Spose it makes sense. I mean, 'snot like they'd throw a party just for nothin'. Although I thought it might be a festival... Meh, not the first time I've been wrong, heh."
Her giggles were occasionaly broken by her hiccuping. She took a deep breath, and continued, "Oh my, I do not know when to shut up do I? 'Course, don't usually have anyone to talk to. Well, there's the bugs, but do you realize how terrible at conversations they are? 'Specially the roaches, no wonder no-one likes them."
She paused for a moment. "Oh right, why I'm here! Uh... Well, uh, party. Couldn't resist. Free booze was just an added incentive, eheh. Speakin' of which, I could do with another drink..."
"Well, it's more of the fact that tubas only sound good as a part of an orchestra, honestly," Faze said, his eyes briefly drifting to the instrument he had set down nearby. "And don't worry too much about what you say, for I don't mind it all that much...though that bit about bugs does strike me as a little weird. Then again, my relatives like to talk to shrubbery, so what would I know about weirdness in this world?"
Thinking about how parched he was after playing his instrument so long, Faze checked his pants for the tips he had gathered earlier, and found that he had picked up a decent sum. "I think I earned enough earlier to buy a round or two. If you don't mind having another pay for your liquor, I wouldn't mind continuing this talk inside the pub."
"And just where do you think you're going?" Ainfean demanded, hands on her hips as she stared down at the young guardsman, Robert, crimson eyes blazing.
"We were just going... to see... the princess..." Robert replied faintly, wilting under her stare. " I'm sorry." From somewhere behind Robert's back, the page boy whimpered.
"UNACCEPTABLE!" roared Ainfean. "BECAUSE OF YOU, WE NEARLY HAD AN INTRUDER IN THE PALACE. WHAT IF HE HAD BROKEN SOMETHING? WHAT THEN, HUH? HUH?"
"I'm sorry!I'm sorry!" squeaked Robert.
"FERGUS. GET HERE THIS INSTANT." snapped Ainfean. Robert flinched as the broom appeared in a flash of blue light.
" You- you're not going to curse me, are you? I said I was sorry!"
There was a beeping sound, and Ainfean whipped her head to the right, glaring at a tiny hourglass that had appeared in the air beside her shoulder.
"Drat," she muttered. "I'll deal with you two later," she told Robert and the page boy, before promptly vanishing.
"Forgetting something?" asked a rather cynical voice from somewhere near Jocelyn's side. She blinked, and turned around to see Ainfean, who had just popped into existence beside her.
"Ainfean! What's wrong?" she asked. The witch snapped her fingers, revealing a tiny hourglass.
"Look at the time," she ordered.
"That tells me nothing."
"Don't you think you had some place to be at eleven-thirty?" Jo's eyes widened.
"It's time for that already?"
"No, but it's time for you to get ready," said Ainfean firmly, placing a red, work-worn hand on Jo's arm. She glanced at the others. "Rack of, all of you. The princess has duties to attend to."
"What my housekeeper was trying to say is-" Jocelyn began, unsuccessfully attempting to correct Ainfean's rudeness before the two of them vanished into thin air.
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Anyway here's Blackwall"Wait! Can I get a-" The princess disappeared before Jester could finish his sentence.
"Ride."
"Well," Tornado began, "At least we met who we will be most likely be saving soon."
"Granny."
"Yes, Jester?"
"Shut up."
Turning towards Iskar, Jester smiled. "If you don't have anything better to do, mind tagging along?"
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The sudden appearence of the princess's servent then disappearence of both of them finally snapped Admiral out of his slight trance. He heard the effectively one-armed knight talk with some kid and looked at them. "You two planning some kind of adventure? That's cool. You end up needing a boat, come see me... I'll be hanging around town for a few days" Admiral said to them.
"Now, to find some beer" he muttered to himself, and started to walk off in search of a tavern.
edited 29th Jun '11 11:42:17 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Cody sighed to himself as he flew away from the palace, a bit above the head of most people. That had been a disaster, like most times he tried to follow his instincts. "Who do I have to kill to find someone to inspire in this town." He said, mostly to himself, adjusting his hat in-flight.
Liveblog | Deadblog"At least when I had wings they were glorious, proper wings, not those of an oversized moth." said Ratt nastily to Siorai before turning his attention bac to the princess. "I was the majestic red one who-"
At that point the housekeeper came in and removed the princess from the scene.
"What do you suppose that was about?" wondered Zedrick out loud. Ratt, however, was glaring at Jester. "Well well, I would hate for you to be dissapointed," he declared, then inhaled deeply and spat a miniature fireball at Jester's head.
Pretend there's something clever written here.Zeal's eyes widened, surprised by the princess' sudden disappearance. He scratched his head, and turned to the Admiral as he mentioned finding beer. "BEER? THAT SOUNDS GOOD. I'LL JOIN!"
Zeal began to follow Admiral Loser, joining in his search for a tavern.
“'Encapsulate the spirit of melancholy.' Easy. Boom, a sad desk. Boom, sad wall. It’s art. Anything is anything.” - Ron SwansonAdmiral grinned as Zeal spoke up. "Alright then, this'll be fun" Admiral said, and went on towards a tavern.
He stopped as they approached a tavern, seeing an Elf with a tuba set next to him speaking with a very small woman floating in the air via a pair of wings. "An Elf with a tuba, huh? That's a new one" Admiral muttered, then approached the tavern while giving the two a quick nod and wave of his hand.
You are reading this.Iskar nodded and stepped into a alleyway for a second. When he emerged he was a tall thin man with a long sharp nose. "You need someone to keep an eye on you anyway. Its a job for more than just Tornado" As he talked his voice changed into one more suited for his body, slightly nasel.
I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!Deciding that Flowerchild was probably too...'inebriated' ro refuse his offer, Faze decided to be a gentleman and open the door for her. As he did so, he noticed an odd gentleman or two approaching his location, and one of them even waved in his direction. While he would like to continue wooing his possible future love interest, it would seem rather hypocritical to treat one person with respect and not dignify another's existence.
"A wonderful day for a drink, is it not?" Faze asked, one hand waving and the other still holding the door open. "Please mind my mislaid possessions; it's rather hard to keep so much on my person, but I dare not go anywhere without them."

"Wings?" repeated Jo, completely thrown by the comment for a moment. Nearby, the shapeshifter muttered one word under his breath, and she blinked.
Of course! A dragon. But... who is he? He isn't Charles, that's for sure. Kellan? Rattithilimirikolorarian? Drachtianoria? I should be able to keep track of these things better...
"I'm... I'm terribly sorry, but I can't quite seem to remember your name...'' Jocelyn replied a little sheepishly. "Have you kidnapped me before? That would narrow it down a little..."
Anyway here's Blackwall