Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Sept 3, 2014 2:28:01 GMT
Open to Maeve Blodeuwedd!
Iacomus wandered around the Theater District, which was probably a dangerous act, as there seemed to be some sort of assassin on his tail. He figured they must reside around here somewhere. Even so, he was terribly bored, and this district seemed to be filled to the brim with entertainment. Work had been going slowly, but then again, it always had been.
He had considered attending one of the shows, as he had yet to do that since he had moved into the wonderful city of Lodan, but he had promised that he would take Clancy, and as the pink-haired boy seemed to be tied up at the moment, he decided that it would be unfair to go without him. There were the pubs, of course, but the gentleman's club seemed pretty inviting as well. He supposed that he would decide after exploring a bit.
He hummed cheerfully, with a low tonality and quiet voice, striding along as usual and twirling his umbrella around his finger, also as usual. He made sure to acknowledge the other theater-goers and bar hoppers with a nod of his head and an arrogant smirk. Suddenly, something fell on his nose. It was a raindrop, it seemed. Another fell upon his shoulder, then another on his cheek, and he looked up at the dark clouds rolling around the skies like murky balls of cotton, and large, blob-like drops fell faster, and more steadily. Iacomus smiled and opened up the umbrella that he had taken with him, still looking at the above. Maybe tonight was not the best night to go out, he had thought to himself, as he calmly walked under the nearest overhang. He figured he may as well figure out where he was going to go before wandering around in the rain any longer, and chuckled to himself as he watched the other people around him scramble into the closest shelters, irritated expressions adjourning their faces.
Iacomus wandered around the Theater District, which was probably a dangerous act, as there seemed to be some sort of assassin on his tail. He figured they must reside around here somewhere. Even so, he was terribly bored, and this district seemed to be filled to the brim with entertainment. Work had been going slowly, but then again, it always had been.
He had considered attending one of the shows, as he had yet to do that since he had moved into the wonderful city of Lodan, but he had promised that he would take Clancy, and as the pink-haired boy seemed to be tied up at the moment, he decided that it would be unfair to go without him. There were the pubs, of course, but the gentleman's club seemed pretty inviting as well. He supposed that he would decide after exploring a bit.
He hummed cheerfully, with a low tonality and quiet voice, striding along as usual and twirling his umbrella around his finger, also as usual. He made sure to acknowledge the other theater-goers and bar hoppers with a nod of his head and an arrogant smirk. Suddenly, something fell on his nose. It was a raindrop, it seemed. Another fell upon his shoulder, then another on his cheek, and he looked up at the dark clouds rolling around the skies like murky balls of cotton, and large, blob-like drops fell faster, and more steadily. Iacomus smiled and opened up the umbrella that he had taken with him, still looking at the above. Maybe tonight was not the best night to go out, he had thought to himself, as he calmly walked under the nearest overhang. He figured he may as well figure out where he was going to go before wandering around in the rain any longer, and chuckled to himself as he watched the other people around him scramble into the closest shelters, irritated expressions adjourning their faces.