Timestamp: 47th Of Summer, 513
Clot... Clot... Clot...
The sounds of the young boys horse was all he paid attention to, the horse's hooves tapping the cobblestone, it was an accomplishing sound. Yes he was far from being an expert rider, but the main part was that he was actually staying atop the horse, several chimes had gone by without him falling, that in itself was golden. The icing on the cake of life however, was the looks he got, preferably from young maidens. It was a warm day, but thank the gods they sent in gentle winds, now it was just pleasantly heating. He was on his way around the district, about to do some self patrolling, because he complained enough to his patron to do so. He came across a group of people, squabbling over a board, apparently something big was happening. Pulling up on the reigns gently, tapping the right side of the horse with the inside of his shoe, he began cruising over there. Stopping several feet away, he raised his right leg and pivoted off of his backside, sliding off of the horse.
Plopping down on the ground, he decided to check it out, his heavy armor already taxing his body. He could hear men asking others if they should do it together, as if it was some contest or event, now he was surely interested. "Hail commoners, I come in peace." He said arrogantly, not caring if the replied or contemplated, they moved out of the way, that's all that mattered. Making way for the chosen squire, he stepped past the makeshift crowd, and came up to a message board. "Uh... You guys are excited about a thirty percent discount at the bazaar? Man you guys really are some commoners-" K choked up a bit as he read another sign, a sign that ultimately grabbed his attention. "How could I have missed this?! I'm such an idiot. Half off silk at the Elegant Weave? Only for three bells?! I'm so there!" Quickly, he turned his attention from the board and was just about to start running, when a man stopped him. Looking poor and filthy, K instantly arched an eyebrow with a displeased look, ready to bite that hand off then clean his teeth.
"Aye lass, that not be what all the hub be about, it be that sign there, for the ghost girl." The man pointed and touched the sign, moving away from the boy, and leaving him to it. "They say if you can capture her, seventy five goldens in your hand. Not too shabby eh?"
K instantly turned back around, with his eyes closed, praying to himself. "Please don't be Fubuki, please don't be Fubuki, please don't be- Ah crap!" He opened his eyes to read the bold letters, that parchment taunting him, he was a bit let down. "Welp... She's way to strong for that... I might as well go to the elegant weave, thanks strang-" When he turned around, the man was gone, no where to be found. "Guess he got scared..." K walked off, leaving the group to form into a crowd, as he approached his horse. Raising his hands lazily, he placed his foot on the little strap thing, and in one swift hop he was atop. Yanking the reigns lightly, he was off to a slow start, simply trotting. "Should I go capture Fubu... Or go get those new silk boxers?" Several moments passed, and the squire had made up his mind. "I'll capture her, and use the money to get the damn boxers! It's genius!" "Yah!" He yelled as he clutched the reigns, his feet attempting to spur the horse, he was going into a gallop.
First I change me clothes, then I gotta go meet someone.
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[Ethereal Notions]
The creaking doors slammed behind him, as he walked into the spacious sitting room, he was very... Irked. "Gods this is creepy, I'm just gonna get in, get out." He said with a sigh, as he took a seat on a simple brown couch. He looked around to find a table, and a loveseat, although he was sure this wasn't the place for such things. "Honestly, hello? Is Whisper here? I need to-" K stared as Duncan floated in, he was an obvious ghost, and as such it was just odd. Shaking his head a bit, he stared some more, until finally speaking up. "Hey... You must be Duncan. I'm squire Kisetukai Yamehaka, and I request your wifes presence. Please." K tried to be polite, but it seemed the ghost didn't want to talk to him, he just floated on off. Very interesting, but he wasn't here for him, he was here for Whisper. He knew she was the best with ghost, and if there was anyway to combat Fubuki, then his best shot would be her. So he waited, on the right side of the couch, the door on his left. Waiting for Whisper to enter at his right, it was only a matter of time.
K didn't like waiting.
Clot... Clot... Clot...
The sounds of the young boys horse was all he paid attention to, the horse's hooves tapping the cobblestone, it was an accomplishing sound. Yes he was far from being an expert rider, but the main part was that he was actually staying atop the horse, several chimes had gone by without him falling, that in itself was golden. The icing on the cake of life however, was the looks he got, preferably from young maidens. It was a warm day, but thank the gods they sent in gentle winds, now it was just pleasantly heating. He was on his way around the district, about to do some self patrolling, because he complained enough to his patron to do so. He came across a group of people, squabbling over a board, apparently something big was happening. Pulling up on the reigns gently, tapping the right side of the horse with the inside of his shoe, he began cruising over there. Stopping several feet away, he raised his right leg and pivoted off of his backside, sliding off of the horse.
Plopping down on the ground, he decided to check it out, his heavy armor already taxing his body. He could hear men asking others if they should do it together, as if it was some contest or event, now he was surely interested. "Hail commoners, I come in peace." He said arrogantly, not caring if the replied or contemplated, they moved out of the way, that's all that mattered. Making way for the chosen squire, he stepped past the makeshift crowd, and came up to a message board. "Uh... You guys are excited about a thirty percent discount at the bazaar? Man you guys really are some commoners-" K choked up a bit as he read another sign, a sign that ultimately grabbed his attention. "How could I have missed this?! I'm such an idiot. Half off silk at the Elegant Weave? Only for three bells?! I'm so there!" Quickly, he turned his attention from the board and was just about to start running, when a man stopped him. Looking poor and filthy, K instantly arched an eyebrow with a displeased look, ready to bite that hand off then clean his teeth.
"Aye lass, that not be what all the hub be about, it be that sign there, for the ghost girl." The man pointed and touched the sign, moving away from the boy, and leaving him to it. "They say if you can capture her, seventy five goldens in your hand. Not too shabby eh?"
K instantly turned back around, with his eyes closed, praying to himself. "Please don't be Fubuki, please don't be Fubuki, please don't be- Ah crap!" He opened his eyes to read the bold letters, that parchment taunting him, he was a bit let down. "Welp... She's way to strong for that... I might as well go to the elegant weave, thanks strang-" When he turned around, the man was gone, no where to be found. "Guess he got scared..." K walked off, leaving the group to form into a crowd, as he approached his horse. Raising his hands lazily, he placed his foot on the little strap thing, and in one swift hop he was atop. Yanking the reigns lightly, he was off to a slow start, simply trotting. "Should I go capture Fubu... Or go get those new silk boxers?" Several moments passed, and the squire had made up his mind. "I'll capture her, and use the money to get the damn boxers! It's genius!" "Yah!" He yelled as he clutched the reigns, his feet attempting to spur the horse, he was going into a gallop.
First I change me clothes, then I gotta go meet someone.
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[Ethereal Notions]
The creaking doors slammed behind him, as he walked into the spacious sitting room, he was very... Irked. "Gods this is creepy, I'm just gonna get in, get out." He said with a sigh, as he took a seat on a simple brown couch. He looked around to find a table, and a loveseat, although he was sure this wasn't the place for such things. "Honestly, hello? Is Whisper here? I need to-" K stared as Duncan floated in, he was an obvious ghost, and as such it was just odd. Shaking his head a bit, he stared some more, until finally speaking up. "Hey... You must be Duncan. I'm squire Kisetukai Yamehaka, and I request your wifes presence. Please." K tried to be polite, but it seemed the ghost didn't want to talk to him, he just floated on off. Very interesting, but he wasn't here for him, he was here for Whisper. He knew she was the best with ghost, and if there was anyway to combat Fubuki, then his best shot would be her. So he waited, on the right side of the couch, the door on his left. Waiting for Whisper to enter at his right, it was only a matter of time.
K didn't like waiting.
