[Kova's Wishing Well] Hide and Seek [Jokor,Closed]

[Seven Xu]

Seven felt bad raising his voice in such a place, soft leather boots moving silently over smooth memorial cobblestone he searched frantically around the well and Stone Gardens. Fists at his side, he took a deep, ragged breath as he slowed to a stop a breath away from where Jokor was hiding, although he didn't appear to notice the rogue. "Damnit ..." He hissed, eyes squinting as they filled with tears. That book was priceless, the means in which he got it surprising even himself. Veldrys trusted me ... Seven dropped to a squat, elbows resting atop thin thighs, hands clasped together and thumbs poking at tightened lips. "I am so sorry." He grunted, before bowing his head and whispering something under his breath in Symenos. A prayer. The language was silky and beautiful, even from a voice that sounded so rattled. He stopped mid-thought and inhaled sharply.

Crimson eyes snapped sideways and narrowed to glare at Jokor. That wretched smell. Seven's nostrils flared and he spat venom at Jokor's feet. He had not eaten a good meal in a couple of days, and for the first time in a very long time, his mouth was a rather potent weapon. Seven had taken beatings, he'd been called horrible things, his very life had been threatened over his muddied blood. Nobody had ever made him this mad. His pale, clenched hands were trembling. "You want me to hit you." He whispered in a forcibly calm voice. I want to hit him. No. Do not hit him. Seven's pupils grew large, enabling him to see quite clearly in such a dark setting. Give me the book. Give me the petching book. Those pale lips flattened and blood rose in his cheeks as Seven inwardly raged at the rogue. "Why? What did I do to you?"

[Jokor]

Jokor kept an eye on the man as he searched all over kova's well and even went a bit into the stone garden to see if he was there before he sat down only a few foot away from him and began bemoaning himself for letting his precious book be stolen. Not noticing him at all, jokor couldn't help but to feel his recently grown conscience chastize him a bit for stealing something that was as obviously fairly important to him. He shoved that thought quickly to the side however, if that damned book was so important to him that he shouldn't have kept it out in the open like that for people like him to just grab the damned thing! He was doing the guy a favor by punishing him for doing that. When the man suddenly sniffed and turned towards him jokor vowed to yshul to take the first opportunity to bathe and that he would never ever let himself be caught by his smell again, what if that had been a knight instead that skinny lass of a lad? He would have been thrown into the tank before he could think about running. Quickly standing up from his hiding place, his figure still a bit obscured from the shadows at least to human eyes, he gave a blank look towards him. None of the grin of a few moments ago visible on his face, he couldn't let the guy leak what he did towards the knights for obvious reasons. “I don't want you to hit me nor did ya do anything.” A wry humorless grin made it on his face. “Just think about it as somebody giving you some unfriendly advice, if that book is really that important to you then keep it out of sight.” He held up the book for 7 to see. “Now lets make a small.... deal shall we? You want the book back that I took a look at outa curiosity and I don't want this to leak to those walking mountains of iron. I can't even think about what they would do to people like me if they found out and there might be consequences for you to if you don't keep your mouth shut though.”He gave a devilish grin after he finished that last sentence. “So what will it be?” Jokor gave a look towards the well a few meters behind the man. Debating if that would be a good place to dump the body.

[Seven Xu]

"So you want me to keep quiet to the knights and I get my Viratassa back?" Seven arced a brow, the idle threat of having his throat slit and body dumped in Kova's well going right over his fluffy white head. Seemed like a win win situation to him. "Very well." Seven straightened and brushed himself off, still staring into the inky blackness at the shorter man that he could plainly see. He was lithe and petite and did not appear to be armed, but something in the back of Seven's mind told him that this man, this Jokor as he called himself, was not one to be trifled with.

"You can come out of hiding, I can see you anyway." Seven stated flatly, but instead he approached Jokor, wandering into the cover of darkness himself. A risk, perhaps, but Seven knew full well that he could make enough noise if attacked that there was a small chance a knight would find them before he bled out completely. What a terrible thought. "Unfriendly advice." Seven repeated, his voice echoing off of the walls of the near empty alleyway.

"A slight oversight," Seven admitted as the book met his hands again and he jerked it away, ensuring it made the transfer back into his possession. "I usually keep it hidden away and safe. It is not something I should even have out of my apartment to be honest. But, it comforts me to read it." Seven turned the book over in his hands a few times before his gaze shot up to leer at Jokor. "Thank you."

[Jokor]

Jokor gave a nod as the man asked that. “Yep you get your book back if you don't blab about me towards those knights.” He kept himself tense one hand holding out the book towards the man while his other hovered close to one of the daggers hidden underneath his cloak ready to slash open the man's belly and take a run for it if he tried to do something that even remotely looked like a hostile action. Arching one eyebrow when the man called him out of hiding because he could see him anyway he quickly tensed even more, as far as he knew he was standing in the shadows and the dark brown clothes he was wearing almost blended into the background that was one of the reasons he was wearing colors like that. So either that guy had a natural nightvision and he wasn't human or he was using something else to see in the dark. Handing over the book jokor just nodded at the man's question. “Yeah unfriendly advice, you know the kind that gets handed to ya in form of a punch to the jaw if you screw up with something.” Jokor shrugged and shoved his hands back underneath his cloak now both of his daggers in reach if the man tried something funny. When the man admitted it was a slight oversight that he forgot to leave that book, the viratassa he called it, in his apartement jokor gave him the same smirk that he had on his face a few seconds ago. “Yeah even the smallest mistakes can get you screwed worse then a whore on a sunbertian ship. Now ya told me that you could see me even though I was hidden fairly well in the dark, you are either a mage or not a human are ya?”

[Seven Xu]

"I have had my fair share of unfriendly advice lately," Seven made a face as he motioned to the dark bruise under his left eye, a bruise he got the day before for merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The very thought of telling a knight what the rogue had done was no longer in Seven's mind, although his eyes still carefully followed Jokor's hands, making a note not to turn his back on him a second time.
Seven carefully tucked the Viratassa in the main compartment of his satchel, nestling it between a folded jacket and his portfolio. Jokor's language was -- colorful, to be polite, and it brought a smirk to Seven's thin lips. When he questioned whether or not Seven was a mage or simply not human, the smirk grew into an enthusiastic grin. "You thought I was human?" Most people knew, as soon as they saw his eyes, as soon as he opened his mouth, that he was of the Symenestra bloodline. A bastardized bloodline, at that.

"Ah, no." Seven shook his head. "I am of mixed blood. Human is ... most of what I am, the rest is Symenestra." Then he paused, and eyed Jokor. He waited for his man's expression to change. Realization followed by disdain was the most common reaction to this revelation, but, Jokor didn't seem to react. Seven's brow wrinkled. Kalinor was a world away, perhaps he had never heard of the Symenestra. What little concern the half-blood had when he admitted his lineage melted away. "There is no magic involved, I can just see well in very little light." Was Jokor aware of the venom Seven had at his disposal? As hungry as he was, it would likely do some damage if he managed to get a good bite in. A glimmer of confidence grew in the albino's frame as he stepped sideways and back out into the moonlit Stone Gardens, hugging his satchel to his chest, gaze continuing to follow Jokor as he moved.

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel was out on his daily when he neared Kova's Wishing Well. He had expected it to be a quiet place to sit and think and possibly get some more poems written, but instead of the silence that might have been, there was a loud voice. He didn't have to look around for long before he saw a short, white haired teen that seemed to be around his age, and seemed to be the source of the noise. Nate casually walked till he could see the front of the person and his eyes widened when he saw that the slender and frail being was male. He blushed lightly as he brushed away his earlier thoughts of the stranger being female. Walking up to the boy he lightly asked, "Um... Is there anyway i can help you?" hoping that once the gent answered his question he could help to restore the peace.

[Jokor]

Jokor let out a small snort as the man pointed out that he already got some unfriendly advice. Motioning to a slight bruise underneath his eye. “Well that ain't much left, was it a woman that slapped ya or did ya lay low for a while before crawling back into the open.” jokor gave the man a wry grin. “And yeah I thought ye where human, you aren't a freaky snake human thing or aren't over 6 foot high and blue or have wings like those pests of zith so yeah If ya don't have or are any of that stuff you are mos likely a human in my books. There probably are other races out there that I know nuthing about though. Like you having symenestra in your blood.” Jokor felt only a small pang of dissapointment at the fact that he saw with natural ability instead of magic, he knew that auristics was the only learnable magic that involved sight and perception and he might have cajoled, or threatened or used blackmail of some sort, a lesson outa him. But then again you couldn't get everything your way. Stepping out of the shadows and into the streets Jokor shrugged. “Tis a shame in some sense though, you not being able to see with magic. If ya used magic for it I coulda learned it.” Jokor shrugged and left it at that as he suddenly heard somebody else approach, quickly stepping back into the darkness of the alley his hands at the ready. Waiting how the newcomer would react.

[Seven Xu]

"It was a merchant, a man large enough to break me in half if he wanted to, I think." Seven's grin was still glowing on his face, though more out of nervousness than joy, "I was fortunate enough to be taken to a healer, so I am not that horribly disfigured. I would like to think the bruise makes me look tough." A forced, awkward laugh, then Seven stepped further out back into Leth's ethereal light and the Stone Gardens. "My night vision is purely a side-effect of being a mutt. If I could teach you a bit of magic I certainly would. Perhaps we could have taught each other a few things -- I would love to be able to melt into the darkness as you do." Would venom interest the man? Perhaps a detailed map of the city. Other than valuables, Seven could not fathom having anything Jokor would want. Lithe fingers fastened the satchel in his arms shut before he slung it over one shoulder, the grin finally fading as he exhaled in a low breath. Seven hadn't initially noticed the presence that was approaching him from behind, and was startled at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

A gasp and he whirled around on his heels, leather boots digging into the smooth stones and he nearly lost his balance. Where did he come from?! Surely he thought Seven was insane, because to anyone that was not trained in Auristics or gifted with night vision would see the half-blood talking to himself. Seven's scarlet eyes examined the stranger and, upon initial inspection he did not appear to be a threat. "Help me? Oh ... no, false alarm." He must have heard me yell. An unreadable smile crept across the young man's smooth face. Yelling and talking to himself, he probably looked absolutely bonkers. Seven had to stifle the urge to burst into laughter between the nerves that had built up with his short interaction with Jokor and the startling stranger that had topped it all off. Despite this, the inflection in his voice was still formal and polite and he bowed his head briefly. "Thank you for your concern."

Seven's unnerving crimson stare broke away from the dark-haired, taller man towards the alleyway again, curious if Jokor had taken the opportunity to escape into the city.

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel's eyebrow raised as he tried to look where he saw the stranger looking. He saw nothing and bit his lip as he lightly said, "Umm.. am i missing something or do you just have better eyes than me?" Nathan was fully aware of the possibility that this guy had good eyes or that maybe he was a mixed-blood. Taking a step closer so that he could better see the other mans face he lightly gasped to himself so quietly in fact he doubted it even came out of his mouth.

This man was beautiful and though Nathaniel wasn't fully gay he was bi and being such he could appreciate the smooth features of his face, the pierce of his eyes and his white hair that seemed to shine a tad bit.

Clearing his throat he lightly said, "My name is Nathaniel by the way.. Nate for short.. what's yours?" he asked as he gently extended his hand to shake the strangers.

[Seven Xu]

This gentleman was odd. Odder than he. But, it did put Seven's nerves to rest when he was sure his intentions were not malevolent. "No. Nothing in there, I was just talking to myself." he lied, that telling gaze snapping back to the brunette. Did he just gasp at me? Perhaps, unlike Jokor, this man knew exactly what he was. A wave of heat washed over him and blood rose to his cheeks in a rosy blush. That dreaded feeling, when he realized someone was passing judgment on him. It made his insides twist.

"Seven." A curt response and another polite smile as he reached for Nathaniel's hand, giving it one firm shake before sliding the graceful hand back out of his grasp and letting it fall to his side. "I should be more polite to someone merely looking out for my safety, I apologize." For the time being, Seven's attention had successfully veered off of Jokor and his whereabouts, and was now focused on trying to make this current situation a little less awkward for himself. A more genuine smile graced his lips, wide enough to show a flash of white teeth and sharp canines. "Other than being a good Samaritan, what brings you to the Stone Gardens this evening?"