Post by Rugs on Feb 3, 2011 20:26:44 GMT -5
There was a certain childlike joy to be found in dashing after Cruentus. In watching the surprised expressions of the faces of all the people of Demas as he ran through the crowd, ducking and weaving and dodging between the men and women, old and young.
A potter moved through the crowd, pushing a repulsor-cart stacked with his latest wares, fresh from the kiln. Kvothe nearly ran headlong into the cart was the people in front of him parted. At the last moment, he caught himself, sticking his foot out and pushing to the side. Unfortunately, the potter panicked, jerking the cart back and setting one of his vases falling free. It was by luck that it happened to fall at Kvothe; right into his grasp in fact, as he fell to the ground and turned to land on his back.
Some of the people stopped to look, wondering what was going on. Other merely glanced and continued on about their business. The potter was going through some strange red-faced diatribe, half breathlessly thanking Kvothe catching his vase, half griping about kids and their 'foolishness.' Kvothe didn't really mind though.
With a casual toss, the vase was returned to the potter, and Kvothe was up on his knees just in time to see Fas go skittering by. Cruentus. The Rilan stood up quickly, waved off the potter and started to move again...
Wait, where's my staff? Green and silver eyes glanced around the ring of people, searching for Pietas. Should be around here somewh- Ah! There it is. A young woman had picked up and currently held it, half looking at it, half holding it out for him.
"Thanks," Kvothe told her with a grin as he took it. Then he nodded to the rest of them and was back off after Cruentus.
If his senses were to be trusted, Cruentus and Iri--and Math, by proxy of riding (or being dragged along) on Iri's shoulder--weren't too far up ahead. So either they'd run into some heavier traffic, or the chase had been a short one. Shame, Kvothe thought, grinning a bit to himself, I was hoping we'd get to chase him a bit more. Not that catching the fleeing Cruentus was a bad thing; there was still a mission at hand, after all.
A few moments later found Kvothe catching up to the rest of the group, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight awaited. Cruentus had defintely been caught. In fact, he'd been caught to such a degree that he now bore one Irisorrie on his back, in addition to one Mathathyper Chesheervyk. "Now that's quite the load," he said, making his amusement plain. "What," he went on, looking down to Fas as the flickercat came to stand near his feet, "you didn't want to join the pile? I guess that's alright, though." A chuckle was accompanied by a bit of a smirk as he took a few steps nearer to the obviously-distressed Bloody Mythic. "Hate to see him flattened before we found him a suitable partner."
Kvothe paused near Cruentus, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't be so alarmed, Cruentus. Look, I've got the perfect place for us to go find you something. Just look over there." He turned as he finsihed, gesturing grandly with one arm toward an establishment a few yards down the street. Even from where they were, the dull thud of some song's heavy bass was audible. It was a club, quite clearly. And right over the doorway, it big, bright wording, was the name of the place.
Electrum Jace.
"Come on, let's go see what we can find you," Kvothe said, with devious sort of amusement to his voice. Off he went, pulling Cruentus along for a few steps. Then he stopped. One member of their merry party was missing.
"Anyone know where Magnus is? I'd hate for him to miss the fun."
A potter moved through the crowd, pushing a repulsor-cart stacked with his latest wares, fresh from the kiln. Kvothe nearly ran headlong into the cart was the people in front of him parted. At the last moment, he caught himself, sticking his foot out and pushing to the side. Unfortunately, the potter panicked, jerking the cart back and setting one of his vases falling free. It was by luck that it happened to fall at Kvothe; right into his grasp in fact, as he fell to the ground and turned to land on his back.
Some of the people stopped to look, wondering what was going on. Other merely glanced and continued on about their business. The potter was going through some strange red-faced diatribe, half breathlessly thanking Kvothe catching his vase, half griping about kids and their 'foolishness.' Kvothe didn't really mind though.
With a casual toss, the vase was returned to the potter, and Kvothe was up on his knees just in time to see Fas go skittering by. Cruentus. The Rilan stood up quickly, waved off the potter and started to move again...
Wait, where's my staff? Green and silver eyes glanced around the ring of people, searching for Pietas. Should be around here somewh- Ah! There it is. A young woman had picked up and currently held it, half looking at it, half holding it out for him.
"Thanks," Kvothe told her with a grin as he took it. Then he nodded to the rest of them and was back off after Cruentus.
If his senses were to be trusted, Cruentus and Iri--and Math, by proxy of riding (or being dragged along) on Iri's shoulder--weren't too far up ahead. So either they'd run into some heavier traffic, or the chase had been a short one. Shame, Kvothe thought, grinning a bit to himself, I was hoping we'd get to chase him a bit more. Not that catching the fleeing Cruentus was a bad thing; there was still a mission at hand, after all.
A few moments later found Kvothe catching up to the rest of the group, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight awaited. Cruentus had defintely been caught. In fact, he'd been caught to such a degree that he now bore one Irisorrie on his back, in addition to one Mathathyper Chesheervyk. "Now that's quite the load," he said, making his amusement plain. "What," he went on, looking down to Fas as the flickercat came to stand near his feet, "you didn't want to join the pile? I guess that's alright, though." A chuckle was accompanied by a bit of a smirk as he took a few steps nearer to the obviously-distressed Bloody Mythic. "Hate to see him flattened before we found him a suitable partner."
Kvothe paused near Cruentus, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't be so alarmed, Cruentus. Look, I've got the perfect place for us to go find you something. Just look over there." He turned as he finsihed, gesturing grandly with one arm toward an establishment a few yards down the street. Even from where they were, the dull thud of some song's heavy bass was audible. It was a club, quite clearly. And right over the doorway, it big, bright wording, was the name of the place.
Electrum Jace.
"Come on, let's go see what we can find you," Kvothe said, with devious sort of amusement to his voice. Off he went, pulling Cruentus along for a few steps. Then he stopped. One member of their merry party was missing.
"Anyone know where Magnus is? I'd hate for him to miss the fun."