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Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 13, 2015 7:42:10 GMT
Open to all. Invite goes out to Danny Ravensdale The hovel is Edgar’s least favorite district. It’s dirty, scores low in the neat department, and simply found a way to irk every item on the list of things he doesn’t like.
But the hovel was the best place for him to find customers, as it was the home of those unemployed, especially those unemployed because of their Ander traits. Which was why Edgar was here walking its streets, a sore thumb of sorts but he knew the place well, and its veterans would know him. He may not come here often, but his visits had a pattern to them. He'd come and walk through, avoiding the shadier bits while looking at everyone without looking down on anyone, a different tactic in mind for how to spread the word out each visit.
Today he was looking for someone outgoing, curious even, and also fearless of a stranger in town. Or to be blunt, someone who would come to him and dare to speak first.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 13, 2015 8:25:04 GMT
Danny looked up from where she was sitting against a wall. He was back again. As Edgar passed her and continued on his way Danny watched. And then, when he was a good twenty steps ahead or so, she got up and started to follow him. He wasn't one of the rats down here. He didn't belong, and Danny wanted to know why he kept coming back. It couldn't be because of the charm of the place. Everybody agreed the Hovel wasn't a place to come and see. It was a place to go when you had nothing left, nowhere to turn. But he kept coming back.
Danny continued to drift after the man and kept her face tucked into her scarf. He turned, she followed. He stopped, she stopped. But all the while she was slowly getting closer and closer. When she was almost on top of him, she spoke in the gruff voice of Daniel. "What're ya doin' on my turf, meat? Ya don' b'long 'ere, so why ya keep comin' back?"
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 13, 2015 8:41:51 GMT
As Edgar continued along his planned path, he became faintly aware that someone was behind him, but brushed it off as nothing to pay mind to. At least not immediately. When he turned a corner he snuck a glance at the figure, an ever so slight glance. He saw goggles and a scarf in that split second as he turned to look forward again, preserving that look as something he could recognize again.
He allowed his mind to drift off a moment, having thought of a nice poem about this terrible place. Maybe he didn’t hate every single thing about it after all. Just most of it. If a nice verse could come of it, then something was salvageable. As a voice spoke from behind him, he was dragged back to his thoughts; pleased to see someone had finally talked to him. His walk abruptly stopped as he turned around to see the same goggle-scarf combo.
Tilting his head downward slightly to address the shorter kid (or maybe they were more than a kid, it was hard to tell) he glanced them over for a moment before replying. “Business. One that caters to the folk here.” There was more that could be said, but he stopped there, curious to see what the reaction would be.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 13, 2015 8:46:11 GMT
"Ain' nobody comin' 'ere on 'business' tha' don' take wha' folks 'ere don' 'ave. Yer 'ere ta suck folks dry, jus' like the rest'a ya leeches. Comin' in, doin' whatcha do, then leavin'. Ya ain' got no right ta be 'ere. Ya ain' doin' nobody no good buyin' up folks food fer the week." Danny sneered beneath her mask. It was all true. People didn't come down to the Hovel to do honest business. They came to exploit those with nothing left. They came to rob the already poor, to take every scrap of food straight from the mouth if they could. They didn't belong here. Life was hard enough without blood suckers wandering about.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 13, 2015 11:00:06 GMT
“You’re passionate. I’m impressed.” The taller feline shifted his weight from one foot to another, flexing his fingers hidden within his gloves. All the comfort charms in the world couldn’t make him get used to them, at least not in the summer.
He waited a moment longer before continuing his answer, the words chosen carefully. “Many businesses do in fact become leaches that suck the life out of people through their wallets; I’m not going to deny that.” He paused. “However, my type of work is a different sort. I’m not in it for the money. At least, not anymore. It was fun while at its peak, but quickly became stale. Boring. I’d rather have the clients come than have their wallets pay.” He knew very well that this part may not be believed, but it was worth speaking anyway. There was one more part he wanted to say too, but he hesitated, regarding the assumed-male he spoke with. Was that a faint hint of glowing in his eyes? It was too hard to tell. But given his no nonsense attitude, it would probably be better to just continue anyway.
“My clients are Anderswelters, by the way. I’m sure you know as well as the rest of the lot here how they’re just dripping gold from every pore. Hard to run a leeching business when all the clients are living on scraps, wouldn’t you agree?” Maybe he had talked too much or maybe it was just enough. Edgar was a bit eager to talk to this lad, seeing as he approached with such an air of confidence, of ownership to this place.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 14, 2015 22:01:31 GMT
"I ain' 'ere ta impress ya. I'm 'ere ta find out whatcher do in' 'ere an' make ya get out." Danny's temper was getting the better of her, but she didn't like this slimy salesman. Old wounds and all that.
"Ain' 'ard ta take advantage'a the desperate. So you ain' said nothin' ta 'elp yer case."
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 14, 2015 23:41:33 GMT
Edgar weighed him options for a moment, studying the lad. Business talk meant nothing to him, that could be understood, however it also meant that he needed to try a different tactic.
His eyes lingered on the goggles atop his head and the way they seemed to sag down against his hat. They certainly didn’t look light. “Those goggles, they’re leaded, aren’t they? And the way the lenses are tinted, I’m guessing they’re supposed to mask of glowing eyes, meaning you’re at least half feline.” Stopping for a moment, he looked down at his hands, pulling off one of his gloves for a moment. “I’m full blooded,” he said as he flexed the onyx claws before putting them back into the glove.
Maybe that would make the kid angrier, maybe it wouldn’t. “How’d you like a light-weight pair of goggles? Ones that don’t sag on your hat all the time. Yours look like an older model too, probably doesn’t completely hide the glow, does it? The newer ones do a much better job.”
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 15, 2015 23:04:43 GMT
Danny watched the man carefully. When he started talking about her goggles Danny interrupted. "They're 'eavy an' leaded ta keep my eyes safe out in the woods when I'm trackin' shadow beasties."
Danny watched the man's hand and looked him dead in the eyes. He waited one long, tense moment before speaking. "A'irgh', I'll bite. But make sure ya know if I think yer tryin' ta cheat me, ya ain' gonna be walkin' outta this wit yer legs intact."
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 16, 2015 1:01:28 GMT
“I assure you that the light weight models are just as strong,” he answered before turning to walk, gesturing for the kid to follow. “I don’t carry any of my products with me so I’m afraid you’ll need to come to my shop. It’s not far from here, just the next district over.” Given that his trade was illegal, having more than one pair of goggles with him would be suspicious. Not the mention the possibility of theft given the neighborhood.
The rest of the trip could be in silence if that’s what the boy preferred, Edgar never minded the quiet.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 17, 2015 1:47:20 GMT
"They don' cover as much'a my face though, do they?" Danny sneered under her scarf but followed the merchant anyways. She wanted to make sure he learned to regret his decision if he tried swindling her.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 17, 2015 4:05:11 GMT
He shrugged, walking along at his usual pace. “There are a few different styles. Some cover more than others. You can look through my stock.” His voice was level and didn’t offer any indication to how he felt about the question.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 17, 2015 5:59:52 GMT
After the walk in silence they came to his shop. He entered the alleyway adjacent to it, approaching an iron door and pulling out a key. With the door unlocked, he entered it and walked inside, leaving the door open for the peasant kid to follow. Or not, either were fine. Walking through the darkened space allowed for his own eyes to glow as he came to a mid sized chest against the wall. He flipped the latch and opened it, pulling out a smaller wooden box which he turned to face the kid with. “Not every pair might work for your eye color, but I can swap out the lenses if you’re set on a certain frame.” Opening the box revealed six pairs of goggles, each a different style from the other and some of the glass lenses being a slightly different shade.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Aug 17, 2015 19:32:18 GMT
Danny glared at the peddler. He was just getting more and more pushy, and more and more likely to get himself hurt. "I already told'ja, I ain' in'erested in new goggles, so bugger off 'bout em! 'sides, ain' jus' Anders tha' use goggles, so what's yer angle?"
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 18, 2015 5:26:43 GMT
Edgar raised an eyebrow and set the box aside. “Need I spell it out for you? I suppose I must.” Scowling for a moment, he continued. “Honestly, I thought it would be obvious between the talk of goggles that mask glowing and the fact that my clients are Anders. My business is in the field of aiding Anders in hiding their heritage, so that they can blend into society a bit better. Have a boss that rips open shirts to check for tattoos? I can cover them up. Gloves are too uncomfortable? I have some that are specially made. All corners of the business I have covered. Finding clients is the hard part. And here I thought you’d be interesting.”
Taking a step towards the door, he made a waving motion with his hand. “But fine, if you’re not here on business then please leave. I have no interest in trouble and I apologize for misjudging you and wasting our time.”
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
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