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Discussion in 'Myrtle Beach and the Shimmering Sea' started by Magiano, Jul 9, 2018.

  1. Magiano

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    2nd July
    @Bellamy Blake

    While the city was a great thing to try out magic and there where more than enough people to pull his little tricks, it also was overwhelming. Usually he could sharpen his eyes whenever he simply wanted to see things nearer, but either it was that too much here had magic ongoing or that his sight had gotten better under the constant use or he just never had paid that much attention to it. Whatever the case was, he needed a break to relax again. There was enough land around to explore without running into people at every corner.
    So he just filled up his knapsack with some food, turned his coat inside out so that all the colorful patches where hidden on the inside, showing off the more bland brownish cloth, careful packed his lute away and set out. Magiano didn't chose much of a direction, confident that he'd find his way back eventually, simply turning towards the woods rather than the plains for the sake of hiding and peace. It wasn't scaring, he'd survived worst, could manage to provide for himself, hunting, finding plants, listening for streams – as a thief he had to go into hiding more than once, leaving town because of that too. This world didn't offered that much diversity in towns as his home, so better to vanish ever once in a while to keep on the safe side.
    Soon, this was more a fun trip, where he whistled along the birds, hummed to the rustling trees, danced with light feet across roots and sometimes branches. The forest brought forth the wild side he'd found first in the desert and had to keep in check usual. Being alone and without magic didn't scared him. He still had his twin daggers, was fast and nimble enough to flee anything as long as there were trees around. After a childhood of sleeping on a stone bench in a freezing temple, a bed of twisted branches in summer was almost comfortable. With the wound on his back sitting was better than lying down anyway.
    And then he saw people. Or rather, a different kind of threads far ahead, outstanding against the gentle ones of nature. Curious he ventured nearer, careful not to leave much traces anymore, cat-like silent walking, eyes slitted to give him an advance. From up some tree, he watched the small settlement, stillness making him hard to spot. Didn't seemed like much but people needed food and he'd just run out of it, not long enough ago to be weak, but to be hungry. Why go to the length of hunting if he could get the same result while having some fun?
    A smile on his lips he waited patient until it was darker, dark enough for normal people to not see much anymore while his slitted eyes gave him enough to get around. Then he put away his cloak, knapsack and lute, storing all this safely on the tree. For the sake of being less seen, he even stripped off the bandages he usual kept around his upper body, a precaution against his backwound breaking open. Not this time. He trusted his luck in that. Dark skin was a better cover in the night and he used that advance, albeit it slipped his mind to take the rings out of his threads. Prepared as that, he trailed around and nearer in an arc and finally made his way into the settlement to search for any food he could savage. Just enough to provide him for the moment.
     
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    on shaky ground

    The settlement was quiet tonight, the way that it always was. There were so few of them steadily there that the days weren't particularly noisy either, but that was all the better for them, really. They didn't want to attract attention to themselves, that was the entire point of their location. This place was a place for those who rejected the life lived in the towns for whatever reason that may have been. They were a peaceful people looking for a life that suited them. It meant they had less, but they were okay with that. They were a hard-working people.

    Supplies came in and out some days and their less than welcome visitor just happened to have arrived on one of those days by a lucky turn of events. There was a cart sat on the side of the dirt road near the center of the place, the meeting house to the left and a couple of wooden buildings the settlers had built to the right. The back of the cart was pulled open and boxes of fruits and vegetables were piled there in full view to anybody who rounded to the back of said cart. They weren't entirely alone, of course, a short woman occasionally coming out of one of the wooden buildings to retrieve another box and walk in inside.

    Food was a precious thing for the people here and this was sure to be the only delivery for the rest of the week. They were making due, of course, given the farming they had started to do closer to the water, but nobody minded the process of being able to eat fresh fruits and vegetables being sped up a bit for the moment.

    Thieves, though. They'd never been tolerant of thieves, and for good reason. Many of these were a people scorned, a people who worked for what they had and fought to keep it.



     
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    Magiano knew that quite didn't meant safe, remembering the quitest of nights in the temple, one of the most terrible in his life. Quite in towns meant something was very much wrong. Quite in small places like this meant nothing unusual, expect that he had to be extra careful not to make any suspicious noise. Watching always came first, but hunger and a lack of thrill and fun in the past days of travel made him impatient. The safe way would've been to observe a longer time until he could be sure there weren't any guards or traps.
    The fun-side from him said that there was a cart, someone carried boxes from it and that might as well be food so why wouldn't he take the chance right now? As usual the promise of fun won over some sense of logic. Careful he sneaked closer, staying at the verge of the forest, darting over into the shadows of the houses in a moment where the woman was inside and with another quick move made his way under the cart. Given how preoccupied she was, this was a relative safe place and he wouldn't get any nearer to the fruits without giving an opening.
    After another episode of wait he got out, quick, right after the woman was back inside and reached for some foods at random. Not much. For once he knew how it was to starve and didn't wished to bring that onto anyone else, not after he spend his childhood starved on purpose to keep his connection to the gods sharp – nonsense, but he never got rid of the believe that he had to get food this way or he wouldn't get any. If he only took some from many no one would miss it right away either.
    As it wasn't like the times where he'd go for valuables, the boy could easily resist the urge to just take as much as he could carry, which wouldn't be much anyway without him having any means to carry it. But there was no need to stay or risk someone discovering the traces he'd made by hiding under the cart, so he scurried back to the shadows of the houses, intended to hide there until the woman came and went once more before he could go back into the safety of the forest. That trouble might await him didn't crossed his mind, wouldn't he thought about it until it was there.
     
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    One last round and then he'd be turning in for the night. It'd been quiet, just the way he liked it, but who the hell was he to expect it to last? The was why when the meeting house and the cart at its side came into view, he paused. Naima was still here. That, he expected, because he'd spoken with her barely twenty minutes prior as she'd been unpacking the last of the delivery and then she'd be heading off again to make an emergency delivery to Horizon or something. She was a good woman. But the person he spotted with their head ducked in the cart now wasn't her. They were smaller, definitely leaner like they didn't have a ton of meet to their bones.

    Bellamy wasn't an idiot. He knew the body language like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what was going on here. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and his jaw tightened because, fuck, they weren't bad people. He knew it wasn't necessarily this intruder's fault. Some people had been taught a certain lifestyle, taught how to believe that there was no help to be find anywhere and so this was the only answer. But he was taking from people who were in need, from his people, so Bellamy couldn't stop himself stepping forward quickly but silently toward the cart.

    Getting as close as he could in silence was a simple task, but rather than jump the kid, because he looked like a kid, Bellamy waited, folding his arms over his chest and looking not too impressed. That was the full picture the kid was gonna get the second he turned around.



     
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    Without any coat or shirt to hide his features he looked scrawny. Certainly not weak, with well-defined muscles, but small if he didn´t hold himself up with confidence. A teenager, even if his place assumed anyone not a kid to be an adult, maybe inexperienced, but able to work just like anyone else and treated as such. He looked like anyone starved through years, only recently getting some more because his environment wasn´t as limited.
    Magiano was aware that thieving wasn´t something good, but he couldn´t for the life of him figure out how to do it different. All he wanted where some bites to carry him through the next day. Nothing that would be missed or keep someone else from living – not with how many they got and how it seemed orderly. Settlements on the brink of death looked different, he knew.
    Still he hadn´t expected someone to be there and almost dropped the couple fruits at the guy standing right there. But only almost, reflexes kicking in even as he froze and looked at the other, pupils so wide that there was nothing but a rim of yellow color left, perfect to catch all the light left. And probably the reason he hadn´t noticed the guy before, as he needed slits to see the energy threads.
    It was just some fruits. The guy hadnt´t even said anything. So Magiano assumed it was the “I don´t like you around but I´ll leave you be if you vanish right now” kind of threatening stare and slowly moved away, not uttering a sound, gaze fixed on the other guy and hoping that he hadn´t noticed how his whole back was nothing but a mess of scars and half-healed wounds. Or if, that pity for that was the reason he´d let him go.
     
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    He had to wonder what the kid was thinking when he turned and saw him there, freezing on the spot. He was scared, that much was clear, and with the condition he was in, it wasn't much of a surprise at all. Bellamy had caught a glimpse of the scars and it left him with questions he doubted the kid would want to answer. He'd seen a lot, though. He'd seen a lot and he could make some educated guesses. That didn't mean, though, that he didn't need to deal with this.

    But he was just a kid and in that condition, he didn't want to rough him up if he didn't have to. Bellamy wasn't like that at all, not when someone didn't deserve it.

    "Don't," he said the second he spotted the kid moving, stepping slowly away as though he wouldn't notice. Or maybe he'd hoped the older man would take pity on him and let him go. Bellamy was taking pity on him, alright, but letting him go didn't seem like an option either. Less because he wanted to food back and more because he didn't know where or what the kid was going back to. "Just ... wait, okay?"



     
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    Magiano Young Elites

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    Magiano didn't thought much at getting caught, simply took in the facts, evaluated the situation and in how much trouble he might be and pulled up his various plans to get out of it, reflexes long honed by experiences. Like not dropping your catch at the first problems, stopping to take a close look and not rushing it, without letting go of quick reactions. A difficult balance, but he had done this as long as he could remember. Still, he was scared. A bit. Mainly because there wasn't any other emotion high right now, the joy worn down by the necessity, the ambition lost between the waiting and the hunger.

    Whatever the guess at his wounds was, it probably was wrong. It looked fresh, no part older than a year, despite the fact that he had this for the most part of his life. And all the patches made it as if it were multiple wounds, recently inflicted with strange means, not yet infected but a burden for sure. Untreated, because it was impossible for him to reach all spots, caused it pain stretching the messed up skin like that and simple bandages only did so much. The true story was unknown to anyone but him, the whole thing hidden under careful chosen clothes, loose and hiding. Bad luck that someone noticed, good that it might help him get out here.

    As it seemed the older one wouldn't just let him get away. Spoke to him, which made him freeze up again, clutching the fruits closer, eyes for a moment relaxing back to a more human state, just that they were a golden honey color. For the sake of keeping the advance to see better in the dark, he willed his pupils back to widen shortly after, to black orbs with nothing but a rim of yellow. With that, he continued to stare at the other, not uttering a word but at least staying for the moment. Giving him a slight chance to say more, until the suspicion would eventually win over. Already he shifted his footing to the better, planned the shortest way into the woods. He'd even drop the fruits for it, they weren't worth a beating or capture and getting called out usual led to both.