Closed A friendship starts! (Lucian & Valo)

[Lucian Illantras]

68th Winter - 511 AV Lucian opened his eyes slightly, looking towards the wall of his apartment. He didn't feel like getting up today, he didn't feel like doing anything productive. All he wanted to do was sleep and dream. But he wasn't going to make a living if he did that. He turned over on his small bed looking towards the other side of the room before he slammed into the floor. He rolled off his bed and hit face first into the floor, the bedding flying off with him. Lucian got up slowly, kicking just leaving his bedding lying on the floor, he didn't care much since he'd already been rudely awakened by a greeting from the floorboards. He moved himself over towards the chest in his room where he would pull out his set of clothes. He always wondered when this chest of his would get filled. It always seemed like Lucian couldn't make enough money, or enough supplies through his thievery, he was a bad larcenist. But he was determined to go out and pickpocket some miza today. With a wicked smile on his face he slowly walked out the door of his apartment, locking the door on the way out he began to travel the corridors of the castle, looking for a poor sap to victimize.

[Valo]

It seemed that intelligence and an inquisitive nature went hand in hand for the young Inarta artist, for an intelligent man never senses to find enjoyment in his environment and such very enjoyment is found due to such inquisitiveness. He had woken up in the early hours of the morning, regardless the lack of sun light that penetrated the walls of the apartment, for it was perhaps in one's nature to sense the sun rise and set. A ridiculous though, it seemed to Valo, but how else could his early awaking be explained if not by the union of the man and sun. It seemed that early morning, the most preposterous of thoughts lingered in his cluttered mind. He had dressed himself in his finest grey, and ventured into the streets of the Third Tier. The entirety of Syliras seemed a little beyond the newcomer to explore all at once. But this part seemed as good a start as any. With his bag hanging on his shoulder, a slender arms resting upon it to make sure the ever precious sketchbook -something which in fact had no value in gold mizas, but was more than precious to the man. It contained a vast array of his drawings and paintings, each one better than the next. A statement to how much his skill had been improving. - and paints did not accidentally fall out. It seemed Valo was in a particularly good mood, even despite his subtle procrastination which manifested in strolling through the streets with no apparent direction. He appeared purposeful on the outside, but was far from it on the inside. Arkale, the Sylirian Knight had instructed him about this part of the city and that he could find many of the businesses here. Perhaps it would be a good idea to look around, perhaps find a place good enough for future creation of art. He hadn't actually planned to paint today, but he hadn't the habit of parting with the tools of his trade either. Just in case he'd happen to find himself with little to do, that paper and paint box accompanied him everywhere he went, having little in weight and plenty in entertainment factor. Perhaps he'd find something utmost interesting to paint in the city, always a likely prospect for the observant eyes of the artist sought beauty in everything. Perhaps some priceless subject lingered just around the corner. Art however had been the last thing on the young artist's mind as he strolled through the streets, keeping well out of the way of passing crowds and the occasional Knights who passed taking no notice of the new comer, no doubt wrapped up in business of their own. There was something incredibly romantic, he thought, about a city so well guarded by the hands of justice. A certain sense of safety within the walls. Perhaps he was naive, or a complete idealist, or a foolish romantic soul; or perhaps Valo was a mix of all three, but the though occurred to him often. Elegantly he walked, a perfect posture of a man with much dignity. The unrealistically red hair, the colour of blood from a freshly severed artery, was tied back neatly into a tail at the nape of his neck. He radiated elegance, it seemed. Of course first impression are near to always false, which is precisely why he worked meticulously to create the right first impression on new people he met. Being a gentleman on the outside disguised perfectly the boy that he in fact was on the inside. A boy who still had some growing up to do, despite his impressive intelligence. And the boy within him hungered for one thing and one thing only, the sweet feeling of intoxication at the hands of strong alcohol.

[Lucian Illantras]

Walking through the halls, looking around the shops of the third tier. Lucian was ready to start practicing some of his larceny skills, but he was hesitant at the fact that he may be caught. Lucian wasn't always into thievery, but he found nothing more thrilling or exciting than stealing from people, even if it made him seem like he was more incompetent than he really was. He was walking through the streets of the marketplace, after spotting a man in simple clothing. Lucian watched as he pocketed his Miza after purchasing a few items from a store that sold figurines. Lucian found his victim, and he was ready to strike. He prowled around a bit, following close to the man, though far enough to not draw attention to his body. Lucian watched as the man stopped at another shop that also sold figurines that were depicted from the deity's of Mizahar. This made Lucian think of Ionu. He admired Ionu and everything he stood for, but what was he that he really did stand for? Lucian sometimes thought of himself meeting Ionu, in hopes that he would have impressed him with his mischievous ways. But Lucian just wasn't all about thievery and stealing. It was more of a hobby that he enjoyed, a way to pass the time. Lucian saw the man start to leave the store, noting the exact place where the man would place his coin. He quickly devised his plan, working it all out perfectly in his head, playing the scenario over and over in his head until he found it perfectly flawless. Motioning his body faster in pace he bumped his body into the body of the man, sliding his hand slowly into the pocket where his coins were, moving in front of the man he put his hands together begging the man for a bit of Miza. Just like it played out in his head, the man motioned Lucian to leave, not wanting to do anything with a beggar. He walked off in the other direction with a gleeful smile across his face, opening his hands to count the Miza that he just pick-pocketed. Joy overcame Lucian, the thrill of the hunt, the planing, the strategy, all of it was an excitement to him, and if anything, a turn on. Confident that this day was going to be a good one, he looked around once again as he walked the streets of the marketplace, but making sure that he wouldn't pick-pocket the same area. Lucian spotted a bag slung over someones shoulder. A smile passed across his face as looked to the man, noting the features of his body. "Red hair?" he thought to himself. "This should be easy"

[Valo]

He stopped on his way for a moment, off to the side so that he wouldn't become an obstruction for the foot traffic around him. A moment for the man to once again sweep the pesky stray strands from his forehead. A moment to grasp one hand in another to warm them up a little. And event though the winters in Syliras had absolutely nothing on those in Wind Reach of Avanthal, threads of chill still had their moments of annoying his thoroughly. Then again the scorching sun of Ahnatep wasn't particularly pleasant, so he made a conscious decision to just get on with it. He was completely oblivious to the other pair of eyes that watched him. A man who no doubt already took notice of the foreigner in Syliras. But unlike those of the other citizens, the intentions of that very man were questionable. And it wasn't easy to be a foreigner in Syliras, for the city was subtly beyond him, both in size and the complex structure which he had not yet grown used to. Perhaps it would be much easier to ask for directions, but something within Valo made him at least attempt to find his own way to the nearest tavern. A warm hearth and a mug of ale would do him well. But then again he was somewhat alone in the city and perhaps the notion of getting absolutely hammered wasn’t quite the clever idea. The sluggishness of his wit would leave him vulnerable to both criminals and those who disapproved of such code of conduct. Then again, just one or two mugs wouldn’t do him any harm. For a moment he surveyed his surroundings, taking notice of the rows of shops that stretched the length of the street. He observed the small crowds about him. People going about their daily business, taking no notice of the richly coloured hair. And if they did, they were only subtle glances from beneath the brow. Nothing of utmost rudeness.