Badger
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Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 20, 2017 7:48:36 GMT -8
Badger let out a little laugh, happy that C'vektur seemed to enjoy his little display.
"I do magic tricks, yes. Well - " Badger began to correct himself as he took his cap back off, producing the bronze and silver coins he'd began with. He put them on the trunk beside the pretty gold ones.
"Its not real magic, I can't do the real thing. I've just found ways to make it look like I can." Badger once again secured his cap on his head. "That's part of why I need to know what the people like in each city I go to. If everyone in a city is used to seeing real magic users conjure up fire and lighting out of thin air, they wont care that I can make three coins look like one. In that case I juggle knives, tell stories, or sing songs; and if they like what I do, they'll give me more of these." he motioned to the coins on the trunk.
Badger rather honestly described what might seem like a modest life, living on the pocket change of people on the street or in taverns, and in truth it was. But Badger had also had the chance to entertain for royalty. He'd put his feet under the finest tables in a handful of kingdoms, and likewise spent time as a member of the lowest caste in the land, quite literally singing for his supper. He'd thus far lived more than a hundred years and most of them were spent in the pursuit of making people happy with his talents. A modest life? Yes. But in no way was modest proving to be unfulfilling.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 8:53:57 GMT -8
Her lips formed a small, near perfect O as he revealed the original silver and bronze coins - it hadn't been real magicks, but simply trick. Still! It had been interesting to see as she didn't know it was such a simple thing. It was still entertaining.
"I see. I hauve noo maugeek. Ees joost me. C'vektur Boonefloote," she replies, dipping her head a moment as a gesture of proper greeting. "Whot these cuins foor?" she asks, prodding at the silver one next as she watched them curiously.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 20, 2017 10:40:57 GMT -8
Badger stood on the trunk and took a bit of a showman's bow as C'vektur introduced herself. He responded in kind.
"Its a pleasure to meet you! My given name is Mordecai, but I ask everyone to call me 'Badger'." He purposely didn't try pronouncing C'vektur's name, knowing the odds were great that he would screw it up even though he'd just heard it pronounced for him.
"These are coins I was given for performing. People use them to trade for things. I trade them for food or lodging, and I'm particularly fond of ale!" Badger laughed. It made perfect sense to him that a creature that didn't have need of a shirt or pockets wouldn't have need for coins.
"These here," Badger motioned to the gold pieces, "..the shiny gold ones are easier to trade off than the others. They're worth more to people than the dull-looking brown ones. The metal they're made of is valuable to people. The brown ones were made by order of a King far away, and since they aren't made of pretty metal, aren't worth anything here. I thought it was an interesting idea to make it look like I could turn these coins no one wants into the gold ones that people will trade for."
If Badger stopped to think about it, that's exactly what he'd done in reality. Pretending to turn the worthless disks of bronze and metallic silver into gleaming gold coins had gotten people to give him more coins. It still wasn't magic, but it had the same effect on Badger's pocketbook.
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but why are you in Isra? You can't have been here for very long."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 11:23:34 GMT -8
Her gaze settles to the thin stare once again, squinting at Badger with a patient stare. Her lips screw to the side a moment, as if she is pondering intensely over the question and trying to formulate a response.
"I ees heere. I gaullop long fahr. I traaavol. Noo, noo hoome. Noo knoow hoome," she replies, bringing a hand up to gently point and tap at her own head between the horns. "I waaake een dark. Dead trees. Raaain. I stood, aaand ran. Found waaalls o' stoone," she adds, gesturing around to the number of built structures and buildings that made the bustling city. "I ees heere."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 20, 2017 11:59:28 GMT -8
"I see, I see." Badger confirmed to C'vektur that he understood the gist of what she was trying to communicate.
"From what I can tell Isra is full of people like you - like me - people without homes. Its a city full of people who don't fit into other cities, or had to leave where they're from. 'Isra the Free City' they call it apparently." The gnome nodded his head back at the street behind him. "It doesn't mean they wont stop staring though."
Badger grinned. He knew without looking that there had to be at least a couple people still fixated on the odd scene of a gnome conversing with 9 feet of half-horse woman.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 12:34:40 GMT -8
"Eesrah Free Citee... hmm." She shifts her legs beneath her heavy body a little, readjusting for comfort. "I ees doon't knoow whot I doo. I come p'rform weeth yoo?" she asks, leaning down and in a little bit to look at Badger even more closely - though her gaze is a curious one.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 20, 2017 13:50:18 GMT -8
The question kind of took Badger by surprise, but he made a conscious effort not to show it. The life of a traveling performer was hard, and only briefly half as glamorous as people may have perceived it to be. Badger lived like a rat when it became necessary, and looking at the large, strong, curious and obviously intelligent being in front of him, he wondered if she knew what she was asking. But, he thought, she had nowhere else to go for the moment.
Badger motioned to the leather pouch on C'vektur's hip that obviously held some type of musical instrument. He sat himself back down in his place, his feet hanging off the side of the trunk once more.
"Can you play? Play a song I mean." he questioned.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 11:02:32 GMT -8
The centaur perked her head up a little, ears twitching a couple of times, before she turned her head to glance at the flute on her hip. It was carefully pulled from the sleeve it was settled in and brought up in her hands, allowing him of the odd design - it looked very much like it was made from the same bone/ivory material that created her headdress and her shoulder plates.
"Me fliute? Yes, ees play eet well," she replies, her lower half now pushing her up to her full height to stand. She brought the mouth piece to her lips and settled her fingers in place before she began to place - her first few notes long and careful to ensure her sound was well. It sounded lovely, like wind through smooth filed tunnels of a wood flute. As the sound began to increase in pitch and pace, a single hoof began to count with perfect beats on the ground.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 22, 2017 12:10:43 GMT -8
Badger had of course assumed C'vektur was able to play, but he was pleasantly surprised at what came out of her ivory flute. Badger listened intently at first, but as C'vektur picked up the tempo he found himself drumming along quietly, patting the top of his trunk with an open hand with the beat as the centaur played. The gnome loved music, and was perfectly content to wait until the music stopped before interjecting.
Badger would clap, a big smile on his face as C'vektur finished her playing. "Very nice! You're very good with your flute!"
He thought for a moment. "You know being a street performer isn't easy all the time, in fact is pretty damn hard sometimes! Its not for everyone, but if you want to perform with me I'd be happy to teach you what I know until you figure out what you want to do."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 14:43:45 GMT -8
C'vektur let her last note trail off into the air and brought her flute down to tuck it away - staring inquisitively at the tiny crowd that had accumulated to stop and stare in turn at her playing. Of course, upon meeting that gaze of the odd centaur creature they quickly hastened off back into the crowds and on the streets.
Her attention softens visibly as she looks to her new companion on his trunk. "Ees seeming foon. I ees caaan work, Baudger. Ees caaan work foor yoo."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 24, 2017 1:54:24 GMT -8
Badger giggled. "Well I guess that's where we start." he said, more to himself than anyone else.
"C'vektur," Badger's ignorant tongue doing a relatively good job of pronouncing the centaur's name, "Maybe the most important thing we have to do is make person feel comfortable. You play beautifully, but it doesn't matter one lick to us if the people watching don't feel comfortable enough to come up and drop a few coins in the hat." He paused for a moment. "When we're performing we put a hat or bowl or case or some such thing on the ground for people to drop money into." For some reason it seemed necessary to have a momentary digression into the very basics.
"Anyway we need the people watching to feel comfortable. They need to want to come up to us, it has to feel natural. A pleasant smile goes a long way if you happen to meet eyes with the people looking on.. Or maybe at a minimum don't stare back at them like they're the first whatever-they-are you've ever seen." The gnome smiled, obviously picking at his new comrade just a bit with that last line.
"Just like anything else, it'll take practice to learn how to do well." he said, his smile still on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2017 9:12:01 GMT -8
She watches the short man intently as he spoke about the art, her thin gaze trailing down to the case that acted as such a stepping stone for the gnome - which she leans down and raps with her knuckles a time or two.
"Yoo 'as caaase foor eet. Okaaay." She listened further, remaining patient and quiet as he went on - letting her leer turn about over the heads of those wandering the streets. At the mention of a smile she manages to push a small, thin one to her lips - granted it felt a little awkward and probably looked a touch provocative with her eyes, if not more of a turn away entirely.
Her gaze would return after his last few words. "Hoomans are weeird," she huffs, the smile fading out. "They noo lieke mai looking, but they look me lieke that. Weeird theengs. But I try too p'rform foor yoo."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 24, 2017 15:56:51 GMT -8
Badger couldn't stifle a laugh at C'vektur's attempt at a friendly smile.
"Yes!" he giggled, nodding his head. "Yes they are! And even worse, the second you get to know one they up and assume room temperature on you. Any one of these humans walking here is only good for the next 30 or 40 years. We gnomes live much longer. You no more get used to having one around and they're gone!"
The gnome scooted off the edge of his trunk as he spoke, rambling in a way that was natural to him. He opened the trunk and nearly fell in the container as he reached into the bottom of it. He spoke up, almost shouting with his head in the trunk.
"If smiling isn't your thing, we'll just make sure you play more than you smile until you get used to it!" A few items clanked in the bottom of the trunk as Badger pushed himself up on his tip-toes, putting the top half of his body in the trunk as he reached for something. He continued, "If you're busy playing you wont need to smile."
Finally the gnome pushed himself backwards out of the trunk, his feet once again solidly on the ground. He slammed the trunk once again and turned around, holding three metal rods, each with a ball of fabric tightly wrapped around one end. In addition, he held a small, metal, saucer-shaped object.
Badger's grin was almost mischievous as he held the items up for C'vektur to see. "What do you say to trying right now? We've got an audience, and good performers can perform for anyone! How 'bout it? All you'll have to do is play for your first time. I'll handle the rest!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 15:30:08 GMT -8
The centaur peered at the rods with that curious leer of hers, and then to the saucer. What on earth was he planning on doing with those objects? Another trick? As eager as she was to watch another brilliant display by her new companion, he asked for her to play. She nods her head lowly before standing upright to her full height once again - once again, seeming unbothered by her comfortably near nude state as people were still stopping to stare.
Her attention went for the flute again, and she quickly became absorbed in singing a playful tune from the pipe - it reminded her of when she was small, running through the forests and hills with her kin and other fairy folk. Even in her song she began to pace her hooves in unison with the sound - becoming more lost in her own world than worrying about strange human stares or even Badger's performance. It was actually nice after a fortnight of just walking aimlessly.
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Julia Rafine
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Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
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Post by Julia Rafine on Mar 29, 2017 9:17:33 GMT -8
The ghostly soldier marches through the streets of Isra, following a path that somehow doesn’t actually the physical reality of the city. Sometimes here, sometimes there, fading in and out of the world of the living. In darkness and shadow, she seems almost solid, but in direct light, she fades almost to invisibility, sometimes walking directly through the living, unnoticed except for a sudden chill.
Very occasionally, she stops and asks a passerby or a shopkeep after the disposition of the First Legion, seeming real and alive at first, but always leaving them with a sense of the supernatural. Sometimes even fading away before their eyes rather than walking off again.
And then, she stops. The soldier slowly turns, drawn along a different path, toward a small gathering. The sound of a flute drifts over the crowd, a prancing, playful tune. A closer approach reveals the inhuman performer, towering over the bystanders, her small companion still blocked from sight. For the first time since the battle, Julia pauses her journey and simply listens to the music.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 29, 2017 11:24:20 GMT -8
"Ah!" Badger interrupted his own thoughts again before C'vektur began to play. "I almost forgot!"
Putting aside his rods and saucer-like object, Badger once again opened his trunk and nearly, again, dove inside. After the requisite amount of clanking and jingling of items, he appeared once more with a small coat of a beautiful crimson color. He put the coat on over his coverall, and buttoned the three golden buttons down the front which were accented nicely against the black trim fabric they sat against. The addition of a nicer black hat completed the look.
"Lesson two, if people think you don't need the coins, they'll give you more of them."
It was then that Badger slammed the trunk once more, placed the rods and saucer on top of it, and began to drag the trunk to the street.
Once he'd reached the street corner with the trunk, the gnome threw the saucer-like object (which appeared to be little more than two metal plates sandwiched together) on the ground in front of the trunk. Badger hit the top of the saucer with the end of one of his rods three times in rhythm with C'vektur's playing. Hitting the object made a loud noise like a pair of symbols would if they were faced in on one another, but with the added effect of shooting out sparks in a 360-degree pattern around the saucer on the ground.
This startled some people, but certainly would get Badger some attention.
"Friends!" he shouted as he leapt up onto the top of his trunk, using it as a makeshift stage of sorts. "Gather 'round! Come and see! A once in a lifetime opportunity to see a juggling, shouting, non-magical gnome have the worst accident possible while juggling fire! Crowd in! Just over here! Step right in!"
Badger directed the people who seemed interested in towards himself, holding all three of his makeshift torches in one hand. After a few more people had packed around to see what the pint-sized performer as screaming about, Badger stooped down and once again hammered the saucer on the ground below, but this time with the tightly coiled fabric end of the torches. The fabric immediately took the spark and a flame engulfed the ends of the torches. He stood, and held all three of them up for the crowd to see.
"Friends, if I may," he began juggling the torches as he talked, the lit rags on the end of the rods giving off a bit of black smoke as the 'wooshing' sound of the moving flames could be audibly heard by those closest to him, even over C'vektur's playing.
"My job as a performer is to make things look as hard as possible! To make you think they're dangerous - that's what the fire's for. But the problem is people get used to seeing this simple pattern pretty quickly, so I have to add a little something like.."
Badger's voice trailed off as he quickly threw all three of the torches high into the air, spun his whole body around on his heel, and caught all three torches without breaking the pattern. He continued, talking quickly as was his habit, his hands constantly moving in that same 'second nature' way they do with all well practiced performers.
This little move would elicit 'ooo's and ahhh's' from those most engaged in the gnome's performance and musical accompaniment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 11:43:06 GMT -8
Fire juggling. It was almost enough to disengage the female from her task at playing - it was quite a thing to behold. But she continued to play without skipping a beat, though her eyes were very much latched onto her pint sized companion and his daring acts. Fire was something she was very much afraid of, and it took quite a bit to remain in close proximity to Badger - but in this display, she couldn't help but look at it in a different light.
At least there were fewer prying eyes on her attire, or lack thereof, as most were watching the gnome in his feats. C'vektur continued to play her flute and watch with fixated curiosity.
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Julia Rafine
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Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on Mar 29, 2017 17:54:38 GMT -8
Lurking around the edge of the crowd, largely unnoticed, the ghostly drifts slowly closer. The audience oohs and aahs over the music and the deft juggling, and of course the fiery showmanship, but Julia simply watches silently. Something about the performance inexplicably draws her focus, causing the ghostly soldier to forget her journey for a few moments.
Slowly, and without actually taking any steps, the ghost edges around and to the front, finally catching sight of the flamboyant gnome chatting along to the audience while he works. Some combination of supernatural subtlety and dazzling distraction allows Julia to pass unnoticed at the periphery for the moment.
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Badger
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Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 31, 2017 3:52:23 GMT -8
Badger continued to juggle the flaming torches smoothly and easily as C'vektur played her bouncing tune behind him.
"But I digress. As I said before my job is to make it only appear as if I am doing something dangerous! The fire is pretty but it makes it almost no different than juggling the regular unlit torches."
The gnome caught a torch with his right hand and passed it behind his back by flicking it low at his waist. The torch would make one neat spin behind Badger before he caught it with his other hand above his left shoulder.
He never stopped talking, performing or not.
"I did, however, promise you good people the worst accident possible when juggling fire, so I am going to deliver just that! I'm going to do what you're all hoping I'll do and catch the torches on the wrong end! - That is to say, the end that's on fire."
Badger quickly reestablished the easy 'normal' throw pattern.
"Pay close attention, because I'm going to have this accident right ... Now!"
On his own cue, Badger made each torch in turn only flip half a rotation, and caught each one on the flaming balls of tightly woven fabric. He tossed them a bit higher, and sped up his pattern considerably as not to have to hold each torch long enough to damage his hands.
Just for this moment, Badger would shut up long enough to allow a few people to applaud. After a few long, admittedly uncomfortable moments (at least for Badger) of quite literally juggling fire, Badger would do the same half-rotation again and continue juggling the torches normally.
"Thank you, you're far too kind." he said in response to the applause.
Badger would finish his little act by one at a time holding the torches high above his head, and bring them down carefully into his mouth; the flames snuffed out one at a time due to the lack of oxygen in his mouth. With all of the flames extinguished, Badger bowed, holding all three of the torches in one hand and taking his hat off with the other.
"My associate and I certainly appreciate you all taking time to watch our little act, and would like to thank you for attentiveness! On behalf of my accompaniment and myself I do remind you that I have a rather expensive cooling salve habit to feed, so any coins to that end are certainly appreciated!"
A few people would laugh at Badger's joke, and he held his hat out to those that approached to drop money into his hat. Badger would chat with them, thanking them and joking as more coins found their way into his upturned headwear.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2017 9:06:47 GMT -8
When the crowd made their final applause, a very gratifying sound to the centaur's ears, she wound the song down and let it fade on the final note - bringing the instrument down as she looked to her new companion and across those gathered around. Of course, she found a few continuing to stare at her - she couldn't understand why she was so strange to these people, when they were strange in their own right. But she watched with a fascination as Badger collected a number of coins in his hat as he engaged and chatted with those that had watched the presentation.
So this was performing. It didn't seem so hard, and actually seemed a bit fun.
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