The two officers glanced skeptically at Terre. Then suspiciously at Marnie, then back again, obviously confused. The younger of the two tried speaking up, "But she's a vagrant whore . . ." Seconds later his partner quickly silenced him with a look.
"Uh . . . " The older said, perplexed. "Enjoy your stay, ma'am. Stay safe." He then quickly ushered his companion away, glancing with concern back at the pair. Obviously, he didn't like the idea of leaving a newcomer alone with Marnie.
Marnie, for her part, bit back a vicious reply concerning her sexual status. Messing with the police was something she tried not to do, if possible. Once the officers were far enough away, however, she viciously kicked a nearby rock in frustration, "Buggering coppers and their buggering rumors. I ain't no legger." She hissed angrily, seething. "And I ain't no vagra . . .vigr . . . Whatever they called me." She added on.
Seconds later, she noticed two things. The first of which was that her toes hurt quite a lot, kicking a rock hadn't been a brilliant move. The second thing she noticed was the sprig of green beneath Terre's foot. She blinked in surprise, her pain and anger momentarily drowned out, "whoa girly, you holding out on me? Ye got magics?"
For a moment inside of Terre, the incredible urge to lash out in panic struck the woman. Briefly she fantasized of uprooting a good section of the park and sending it hurdling toward the person who had just learned of her ability. In Stamarian territory, it usually wasn't a good sign when someone found out anything about her. It meant they had one more lead to go off of, one more thing to look for. She had, more than once, succumbed to the urge to act exactly as she wanted to. The blood on her hands made her want to crouch down and weep until she fell away from the world.
But this was not Stamarian territory, and, lucky for Terre, that sensibility she sometimes had returned sooner rather than later, before she dug herself a grave into the one place she could never truly flee from. Slowly, Terre retracted her foot from the small plant she had tried to crush, noting that her magic still ensured that the thing was alive as ever, crushed but not dead. Kind of like her. She almost giggled at that thought.
Looking to Marnie, she shrugged, trying to remain calm over the talent, "I guess you could say that."
Post by Steinerman on Nov 15, 2012 22:54:58 GMT -5
Marnie's street-senses kicked in. She'd said something wrong. Not an unusual occurrence, exactly. But she suddenly felt that her companion could quite easily do something violent and magicky to her. So . . . she kept quiet, eying the other girl with careful eyes until it seemed something clicked and the danger passed.
"Eyeah, girly. Didn't mean to tread on ye nerves. The Carny's got plenty 'o magically-inclined folks in it, we ain't no strangers to that stuff." Here, her hand drifted out of habit up to the necklace she wore, tracing the simple strands down to the button at its end. "Eyeah, ain't no strangers to the magicky stuff." She mumbled wistfully, mostly to herself.
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Terre's mind was all but off her little outbreak, though, and she practically didn't hear Marnie's smoothing remarks, only bothering to nod languidly and mumble in response, "I suppose you are familiar." The park had caught her attention again, and she walked up to one of the large beach trees, touching it fondly when she got there. There was certainly something unnatural about the island plants, like the seeds for each of these had been synthesized and grown unnaturally, but it still felt more like home than that bizarre metal plating that covered the whole island. It hadn't really occurred to her what exactly "floating island" meant until she had arrived.
Scanning the tree, she looked for one of the baby seeds on it and plucked one a moment later into her palm, eyeing it for a moment. They looked natural enough. Quickly she glanced around to make sure that it was only the two of them really paying attention. When the coast appeared clear, she took a few steps away from the beach tree and put the seed into the ground. Falling onto her haunches, she leaned forward and cupped her hands over the thing, humming as she tilted her head at the thing.
A moment later she retracted her hands out of necessity, a small sapling peaking its head through where her hands at been a moment before. If she had wanted to, she could probably grow the whole thing, but already she was losing interest. Shrugging, she turned to Marnie, "Magicks, as you said."
Post by Steinerman on Nov 18, 2012 22:58:55 GMT -5
Marnie's eyes were only a tad on the narrowed side as she looked inquisitively at her companion. Having been caught off guard several times today, she was determined not to be done in again. So her companion was a mage. While surprising, she told herself she'd known several. Old Boot and the Madam being the two central mages in her life.
Besides, she mentally added on. Being caught off guard was what made a person a mark. And If ever playing in that dance of personalities, she much preferred to be the scammer, than the scammed.
"Well, girly, yer a mage, now I'm sort of getting the idea why you left the mainlands. I hear the two sides are gobbling them up something fierce for their war-making."
And here, a snippet of her father's voice reached deep down through her myriad of walls and defenses and caused her to ask a question that most other carnie's would consider a sin. "Hey now, have you got a place to stay, yet?" She questioned, her tone softer, and perhaps more surprisingly, completely vacant of carny-lingo.
"My Carnie's holed up in some nasty old building that the locals aren't too fond of. But if you need some place to lay your head, just say. We've got the room."
She quickly added on a moment later, the familiar lilt and lingo of her trade seeping back into her words. "Eyeah, gel, nothing bad meant by it. Probably shouldn't trust me, like the coppers said. Don't trust people who talk funny." She ended with an exaggerated wink.
Terre looked at her creation for a while, thinking about what Marnie had said. In the same breath that she acknowledged her being a mage, she'd also suggested that she come live with her carnival. Did she want to put another chain around her neck, then? For all she knew, Marnie was out just looking for kids to take advantage of in whatever kind of show she ran. The way she talked about it, it could be anything. But then there was whole situation with the law enforcement here. It was odd, but perhaps the fact that the cops didn't trust Marnie or her carnival was the best reason to, in fact, trust them. She suspected the two of them shared a disdain for those claiming they had a mandate for security and enforcement. It usually ended poorly, from her experience.
But try as she might, right now she couldn't seem to make up her mind, and she certainly wanted to get off this floating hunk of metal as soon as possible. Getting captured by a bunch of crazy carnies wasn't exactly her first choice.
Looking at the sun, it seemed that the day still had quite a bit of life left in it, which meant that she could still use some of that time and get a head start on her own vagrancy. Terre delivered the best noncommittal answer she could come up with, "Well, where are you staying? Perhaps I come visit you all tonight."
Marnie couldn't help but smile brightly, the goofy look spreading across her face. It hadn't been a "no". A "maybe", definitely. Leaning heavily towards "you're a crazy carnie, so no." But still, not technically a negative.
With a whimsical twirl of her hands, she waved across the park and pointed. In the distant horizon, seen barely through the trees of the park, a few buildings that looks slightly more dilapidated could be seen. "We're in the old part of the city, as they call it. Holed up in some ancient place, they say it was either a hotel or a cathedral, of sorts. Not sure which."
She gave a quick shrug, "S'got lots of rooms, though. And the local lad who owns it doesn't charge much for the rent."
Terre stood slowly from where she stood, still unsure about this place in its entirety. Marnie seemed nice enough, but it wasn't really why Terre was in this place in the first place. It was a lot bigger than she had anticipated--somehow 'island' had always sounded like a tiny little piece of land you could see across easily. Voya was huge, for all intents and purposes, and tracking down any one particular person here would be all but impossible. Thankfully she had time on her side. Given the right connections and effort, you could find out a lot of things in a city. Getting started was always the stickiest business, though.
"Old city," she said quietly, looking where Marnie had pointed. "All right, I'll keep that in mind." She doubted she'd visit them that night, or ever maybe, but it was a backup resource. Terre didn't think it'd be the end of anyone's world if she didn't come immediately, at the very least. Everyone had their own lives without trying to incorporate total strangers into them. Not to mention she wasn't sure how she felt yet about a bunch 'performers' as they called themselves.
Her mind made up, the girl suddenly felt the pressing urge to depart. It'd been nice to have a helpful hand to lead her to the center of the city, but now the desire to dig into her own plans were paramount. If she could just do something productive it would surely abate her anxiety in this place. "Look, I still have to meet that person... I think I made a mistake about the spot, but I'm pretty sure I can find it from here," she lied easily. Beginning to walk away, she called back, "Thanks again, I guess. I'll... ah... try and find... you guys."
((I was thinking we could end this thread here and perhaps time lapse a couple of weeks into a new thread? If you wanted to post again in here that'd be fine too, of course.))