[Closed]Street Performance 102[Colette]

[Guy Laliberte]

Chuckling, he responds to the question. "It means whatever you want it to mean, Colette. Just try not to get people to commit suicide. That tends to drive business away. Singing isn't the only thing you know how to do." Guy told this to his assistant in a manner that would not reveal the words of their conversation to the audience.

Concluding his words of advice, he gives Colette a slight shove in the right direction, centering the spotlight on him. Eyes converging on the young man, the spectators watching the show waited eagerly for the next part of the act.

[Colette Vicdor]

OOCSorry to the tenth power for taking so long to respond, I was (and still am) helping a friend with a rather large-scale project

Colette, so visibly pleased that he wasn't singing that he didn't have to do another song that he didn't even notice that he was being shoved towards the crowd, inevitably waiting on the androgynous fellow to do something, decided that he should present one of his own talents. Unfortunately, the only things he's known from the beginning - which he's never spoken of - was how to work leather, what kind of animal hides have what properties, how to hit people, terrible juggling, and... a bunch of sabre and hand-to-hand movements he was taught, as well as a few useless motions that he may as well make up on the spot. Like how some martial artists disguise their arts as dance, Colette sought to do the precise same thing. Except he wasn't an artist by any means.

Colette bows wordlessly to the audience, even though he should save it until he's done, and assumes a less-than-typical stance. He takes a step back on his left foot, then shifts most of his body weight onto his left leg, causing his left knee to bend while the right is outstretched and mostly weightless. His right arm, to give an idea how low he was crouched like this, was level to his chin and his left hand was on his left knee. As always, his left knee would ache a slight bit, but tough beans; as long as it threw off his opponents a little bit when they approached, he didn't give a rat. This was one of a few "fake stances" he knows.

His right arm rose over his head, like he would if he were to defend himself from another sword like this. Then taking a route that had nothing at all to do with combat and more to do with a made-up-on-the-spot motion, he shifted into a horse stance of a kind with his legs, keeping his right arm in the same position, then quickly shifted into a somewhat upright posture with his weight on his right leg. Continuing to keep that arm where it was throughout the motion, he spun in a half-circle on his right foot, allowing his left leg to rise off the ground and spin as he would if he sought to trip an opponent, and returning to a "mirrored" version of the stance he just left. It was an idiotic maneuver in combat, obviously, but this is just for show.

He rises somewhat; his left leg and right leg shuffle closer to each other, a little, increasing the height of his current stance. He makes a circular step forward with his back foot to shift the weight onto the formerly-front leg, and crosses his arms in a bridge (right), then raises his left arm while his right arm heads downward, as if forming some kind of wheel with his arms. Feigning as if to grab something invisible, it looks like he's pulling a rope toward him, but with the elbow he sent forward before spinning full-circle, he would likely be completely tangled up.

Motions of this sort, incorporating actual technique with random thought-up motions, would basically continue until Guy told him to stop.

[Guy Laliberte]

Martial Arts? pondered Guy, watching Colette perform while he stared on. I Wouldn't have taken him for the kind of person fond of unarmed combat. Wait a minute... Grinning, Guy realizes what his compatriate was trying to do. Guy recognized the movements as those of a swordfighter, a saber or shortsword to be specific. Well, the lad can be creative when he wants to be.

Whatever compelled him to try this, it seemed to be working. The crowd was interested, to say the least, and he had their undivided attention. From this, Guy gleaned an idea. Something along the lines of a mock duel. When he felt the crowd had had enough of the display of martial arts, he stepped in.

"Do you think me daft?" He asked Colette, projecting his speech so the audience could hear him, and layering it with as much pomposity as he could manage. "You think I will idly stand by while you steal my customers? I hereby challenege you to a duel. To the death. No weapons." Moving closer, he grasps his opponents hand and whispers under his breath, "Make it look real. But not so real that we attract the attention of the knights."

[Guy Laliberte]

After the performance, sweating under his heavy garb, Guy congratulated Colette and told the younger gentleman he would see him tomorrow, Ionu willing. Gathering his things, including the pack into which the donations were placed, Guy gave Colette his share (roughly one-third) and waved, walking away towards his apartment in the castle. He walked through the stone-cobbled streets and lantern-lit hallways, ending up at the home that had been his families for who knew how long. Sighing, he took out the brass key to his apartment and opened the door, removing at last his mask and cloak, dropping them onto a small chair near the entrance. His bag he emptied onto the table, and the Miza's clinked against each other as they fell onto the stout wood. Taking a seat at the table, Guy started counting the days earnings. He had only done one performance, and the donations were never enough, but he counted nevertheless, and made a small notation in his ledger.

After tallying his earnings Guy removed the rest of his clothes and let them sit near the ventilation shaft, then locked the door and collapsed onto the bed, thoughts of continued survival plaguing his mind. This Collete, though, perhaps he would bring increased business. People always like to see a new face.

That is, if Guy chose to stay in Syliras. It all depended on that, of course. If Guy stayed. If he would stay, or should stay - even if he could, - is what kept him awake at nights. He did not want to leave the city that had been his home and his fathers home and his grandfathers home, but...

That was a problem for another day.

[Templar]

Guy: Acting: 1 - Singing: 2 - Juggling: 2 - Sleight of hands: 2 - Teaching: 2 - Observation: 2 Lore: Martial Arts disguised as Dancing Ledger: +2 GM 2 SM from the audience (In different coins, totalling the 2 GM and 2 SM) Colette: Observation: 1 - Singing: 2 - Dancing: 2 - Brawling: 2 Lore: Additional notes: Good thread! A shame it was not finished between the two of you. But still, your way to round it off was good! If you feel mistreated, go ahead and PM me and I will adress the issue!