The Bard Babe

Whoah, that's sooooo exciting! You're going to have sooo much fun! But you still have to do schoolwork? :( that sucks.

I've been to Germany twice before-school trip for three weeks and a weekish with my family, well some of them.

Ah, yes...me too. I'm uncertain of whether I'll have Internet, or for how long and at what stage, so I might hit the pause buttons on some of my rps, because I'll be on IINTERNATIONAL TOUR TO EUROPE AND ASIA!!!!

Sorry, still excited about that. I'll be gone from next Tuesday for a few weeks, dunno when the Internet'll be available.

Arkin laughed loudly as Arinth attempted to slice through a mango, missed and the man began a spin. "Maybe I can teach you to dance ballet, Arinth! You'd fit right in with the cavs!" he laughed, jumping back before the man could hit him with his momentum swing. Now that he knew of Arinth's intense hate for the cavalry, Arkin had been throwing comments about them in conversation as often as he could.

He wasn't expecting the mango that flew towards him, but he sliced through it with his quick reactions, a knife and an emphatic yelp, throwing a glare at Arinth.

Arinth, however, was watching as Yriel wandered towards them with his crossbow in one hand and a book in the other. Seeing Arinth's 'oh, he's gonna hear about that later' smirk, Arkin rolled his eyes at the man, picking up a a few pieces of fruit as Arinth sent a mango sailing at the newest infantryman. Arkin was probably the only person safe from Arinth's ribbing after he told him he wanted to become literate. Again, that desire to read and write hit Arkin in the stomach, but he was quickly distracted as he grabbed a few pieces of fruit and began to juggle them as he watched Yriel's reaction to the flying fruit.

Ceridwyn smiled as she turned into the hallway with her bag of meager possessions thrown over her back. A veritable wall of noise greeted her, and she couldn't help but let her face light up in massive grin. Girls littered the hallway in dresses of gleaming white, voices raised loud and high, chattering and bright. Ceridwyn felt a ball of excitement grow in her stomach as shewalked through the sea of white.

She was quite aware that she stuck out like a sore thumb, seeing as she was the only one to not yet have changed frommher bright Foregater clothes into her novice whites. Novice...she was a novice now. Nerves leapt in to wrestle with the excitement in her stomach. What if she was really bad at using the Power? What if it was really hard? She hadn't even known she could control it until two nights ago, and she hadn't really had the time to think of it since then.

She was an aes sedai...well, she would be, one day.

Yes, she would.

Shaking her head, Ceridwyn grinned at the girl's she passed, stopping to chat and smile and gossip. Ceridwyn survived on knowledge and acquaintances. She'd already inventoried everyone she'd met into her head as what they'd be useful for later on, what she knew about them, what she knew about who they knew, anything and everything that could maybe be useful later on in her life, noting who she thought she might end up being friends with, who she might have to work on not blowing up at. A whole new life was awaiting her, full of excitement and people and new knowledge and songs and friends! And a lot of white...

Her acquaintance-making, people-greeting spree over with, Ceridwyn asked one final person which room was hers, which ended up in a conversation about cows-those types of things just happened around Ceridwyn-she knocked on the door incase anyone was inside, waited for a short moment and opened the door, unable to contain her excitement and curiosity.

The room inside was a drab one, bare and simple...it wasn't bright enough for Ceridwyn, but the room itsself was perfect. Cosy, with somewhere to wash, somewhere to sit and somewhere to sleep. She would add in some colour soon enough. All that was needed now was a friend to share the room with. She'd been told that she would be roomed with another, older novice, but the aes sedai speaking to her had been busy and hadn't had the will, nor the time, to elaborate on the point to a confused Ceridwyn.

Throwing her bag onto the bed closest to her-no need to risk her aim further than a few metres-Ceridwyn smiled at the girl who was staring at her with a mixture of distaste, shock and hostility. "I don't bite, not yet anyway." she said with a wink, taking a seat on the stool beside her.

He he he, you'll be glad to know that I absolutely love Nuremberg then, and it sounds like your time in Germanland is exactly like mine in England. Any who, what are you doing in Chile, that sounds amazing!

So yes, I'll wander in, and I'm more than happy for Seleevan to join in if he turns up.

That sounds perfect. :) I'm headed to mainly Bavaria I think-orchestral tour, so I' be a bit all over the place, but I think furthest north we get is Nuremberg, so yeah, mainly in the south. whereabouts are you from? and also, I'm up for doing as many postses as possible, not overly fussed about reqs. and doing them as two separate rps sounds smaart. :

Done and done, both Pahl in the process of being brought in and fruit ninja posted. :)

Whoah, Chile! That's epic! I'm supposed to be packing for Germany/Europe and I'm also uncertain as to whether I'll have any Internet come next Tuesday...so, my vote is start off a maybe tonight or tomorrow night and rp the hell outta it until we both become unavailable, besides I just finished exam block and I wanna celebrate by doing nothing constructive-which means epic DM rping would be perfect. :)

Do you wanna set it up, or should I?

Arkin was shocked that Arinth had volunteered to sing. Arkin felt much more comfortable now that he'd shared his past-he found life much easier when he had nothing to hide and secrets to worry about, and although he had made Arinth momentarily uncomfortable, Arkin himself felt much free-er and he showed this by finishing up his mug. He grew even more comfortable as Arinth ordered another round of drinks and raised hs mug and voice loud.

Taking a long drink, Arkin smiled as the sound of music filled his ears. Always a good thing, that, even with the worst voices, it was always a treat to her the sound of someone's soul coming out of their vocal chords, especially when the vocal chords were actually half-decent, like Arinth's.

Arkin choked on his drink as he heard the words attached to Arinth's soul.

Laughing so much that he almost spat out his drink, but saved it by swallowing, Arkin looked up to see the vicious glares directed their way and Arinth's mischievous grin. It took no innate insight to see what would happen if Arinth kept singing.

And Arkin couldn't wait for it to happen.

"Oh, Arinth, my friend, I would love nothing more than for you to continue."

As Arinth turned to begin again, Arkin paused on the way to his drink. "Open your throat, Arinth-you project better." he added with a grin and a wink, downing his drink and preparing for what was to come.

Arkin laughed at the absurd suggestion of him on a horse. He'd only ever been on a horse three times in his past, and all of them against his will. Yriel in the infantry...he could see that. Arinth would whip him into shape.

"No, believe it or not with all of my colour, I'm a scout." he shrugged. "You'd be surprised how easily thievery can become scouting." he added with a grin, digging into the next and newest pile of muck. "And as for a crossbow, that weapon is far too cool, and if you're good enough at it, you'll probably get to stick with it."

Noting the hedging about the man's new goal, Arkin didn't push it-he was a simple man, he took information as it came and if he grew curious, he would ask.

He could see Yriel sitting beneath a tree with a book, totally at peace. He couldn't help but smile.

Arkin didn't think he had ever read a book. Thinking about it, Arkin didn't even think he could read. He could read music, and he could deal with small words if given a moment to concentrate on them...Arkin suddenly felt a massive urge to become literate. He couldn't write, but it couldn't be that hard. If he could write music, then he should be able to write words...right?

A sense of loss entered Arkin's chest. Why had he never learnt to read? He knew the answer to that, he had been learning with his father just before he'd lost his Mother, and then everything had stopped.

He had never consciously avoided it, in fact, he'd never even considered it, the idea of being able to read had simply never crossed his mind. Quite suddenly, after his moment of shocked, epiphany, Arkin stated, "I want to learn to read."

Ooc: this came upon me as I was writing this-I think I want to have him get a heap of people to teach him to read, but if you want Yriel to teach him or be his main tutor or just be slightly involved, or not at all, it's up to you. :)

Arkin listened intently as Jehryn spoke-it never did well to ignore people when they were talking to you, they usually had something important to say, and if they didn't, it was something to write a song about, and you could always steal their words for lyrics. What Jehryn was saying, however, was extremely significant. He had a good point, Arkin was going to have to cut down on the noisy attire. Years of thievery had taught him stealth, taught him how to move almost completely soundlessly except when running, which was because if he was running, it was because he was running away from someone who already knew he was there, in whichncase there s no point in being quiet, something highlighted by Arkin's excessive yelping and emphatic squeaks and grunts as he ran from a guard or innkeeper, or an angry father.

However, when he had first passed through Arafel and added bells to his amalgamation of cultural clothing, Arkin had created a bandanna like wrap that, when positioned on his head, would not only keep his hair from whipping him in the face, but held his bells still enough to be silent.

Pulling this bandanna out, Arkin held it up against the treeline. A little bit of dying and it would blend straight in. Glancing down at hbra cloth and wristbands and medallions and clacking trinkets, Arkin's mind quickly spun into action. An easy access coat would be needed to cover up his body. He could invest in some duller boots and some cloth and dyes. Give him a week, and he'd have enough wraps to cover the brighter segments of his attire, at least enough for a temporary solution.

He explained all this to Jehryn whilst glancing down at his wrists. "But some culling couldn't hurt..."

Arkin's couldn't help but smile as he considered Jehryn's grand method of communication. He most definitely needed to write a song about this man...not just his life, but his personality and mannerisms. "Hero worship gone wrong...sounds like a hero's beginning to me."

Stretching his neck and tightening his scouting coat, Arkin kept his ears pealed as only a scout could. True, his scouting abilities seemed to come mainly from years of hiding from and sneaking up on potential victims of his petty thievery, but the means were irrelevant. The ends was that Arkin walked soundlessly on his balanced feet, his ears ever-alert for the sound of foreign footfalls.

These skills had been increased further by his brief time in the Panarch's palace...Arkin shook his head to clear it. He wasn't going to distract his mind by thinking of the Palace. He was trotting ahead of the party, scouting for the scouts, if you will, only a little while in front of them, but enough that he was the only one around to hear a crashing nearby. A second's warning was all he had before a man came flying over the ground towards him. Taking a sidestep to dodge the awkward and potentially painful collision that would ensue had he stayed put, Arkin cocked his head to the side as he watched the man blur off through the other side of the bushes. Arkin was simply astounded by the speed of the missile the man made.

For a moment, Arkin considered what he should do now that he'd seen a man come hurtling through the forest. He was potentially injured, but he was also potentially dangerous...his unconventional mind kicking in, Arkin glanced around his surroundings until he found a suitable solution to his problem and quickly scaled a large tree with reaching branches.

It was from this vantage point that he looked upon perhaps the most oddly dressed man he had ever seen. Cnsidering the things Arkin had seen in his life and what he himself wore, that was certainly a big judgement for him to make, but the man seemed to be covered in heavy leather, and his eyes, surrounded by odd glasses, seemed to be twice, nay, thrice the size of a normal man's.

Arkin immediately liked him.

He was shocked when the human missile suddenly clambered to his feet and looked towards the bushes, pulling what must have been weapons from his side, uttering the most unconvincing threat that Arkin had ever heard. He couldn't have been threatening Arkin, he was too quiet, and the man wasn't even looking in his direction. Following his eyes to the bushes, Arkin didn't bother to stifle his laugh as he spotted a small bird jumping from branch to branch, creating quite an ominous rustling.

Figuring it was time to put the man out of his misery, Arkin whistled to signal the other scouts and leapt lightly down from his overhead perch to land directly in front of the man. The bird, scared by his jump, flew off and out of the bushes. "Never fear my friend, the fouls beast is gone." Arkin laughed.

Hey, our characters would work really well together! So, we should definitely do a roommate RP, but do you think our characters agree to do it, or are we just kind of put together cause there aren't enough rooms, or something else? Basically, do our characters actually like each other to start off with, or are we kinda two stubborn minds clashing?

Either way, our characters would be great in terms of helping each other with personal blocks, as you put it, because Ceridwyn can help Nyanna socialise and not be afraid to trust and whatnot, and seeing as Nyanna's been hanging out in the wild through the nights for the last year, she can definitely help out Ceridwyn with her fear of the dark, but it'll take some time to get her to admit that she's scared of the dark.

Maybe Nyanna figures it out through roommate-hood, I mean, it'd be pretty obvious when night falls and Ceridwyn has no candle, though she'd try to hide it for a while, so I guess that kinda depends on how close the pair are to start off with.

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With a bounce in his step, Arkin trotted towards the Citadel after a day of scouting out the surrounding area and more recently, exercising horses with his mates. He had settled into the Band quite well, his heart and mind still quite unused to settling anywhere. He had friends now that he could actually get attached to without having to explain why he would be leaving the next day Sending a grin over his shoulder to Arinth, who was plodding along behind him, Arkin began to pull out the wraps he kept in his pocket for scouting shifts. He had refined his walking peddler's wagon appearance, stripping it down to the bare essentials for his sentimental collector's mind, but he still had a fair amount more colour and noise than was a good idea to be shifty with.

As an experienced thief in his early life, Arkin was quite skilled at ensuring that his stealth was complete, that no-one would hear him when he approached from around the corner, but in the colourful foregates and big cities that he was used to, Arkin had not had to make use of camouflague. And so, he had begun to re-invent his old stealth systems.

When he'd first begun to wear bells, Arkin had immediately developed wraps that he could don quickly to dim their bright tinkling, and now he used those wraps, dyed in the colours of the forest. One covered part of his hair as a bandanna, successfully holding his bells silently in place. As for the colour on his arms and legs, Arkin had wraps that wound up his trousers, and his best invention to date, a coat. He had dyed the inside of his coat as camouflague, and sewn the pockets into both sides, so all he need do for perfect camouflague, was to turn his bright coat inside out and quite literally wrap up.

Arkin was broken from his ritual preparations by a large mound of fruit that caught his eye, piled carelessly beneath a tree. Looking around for an owner and seeing none, Arkin flitted over and gave a sniff. Yep, the fruit was off, and it smelt quite bad, but only if you breathed through your mouth.

Turning and shrugging at his friends, Arkin pulled out a knife and gave a swift cut to a mango that was within arm's reach. A grin taking over his features, Arkin spun to the men with him and felt a glint of mischeivous glee enter his eye. "Ok, we can't just leave this stuff here. We have to do something with it."

Arkin's nerves grew as he continued to circle, though they did not affect his footwork in the slightest. This was rewarded by a wondrous line of praise from Mehrin. Mehrin lived and thrived off praise, he needed it. However, the praise on his footwork made him more nervous about his offence. It was a vicious circle!

"You hold the knife a little tightly though. Keep a firm grip, not a tight one."

Nodding, Arkin automatically loosened his grip. Tight grip-evidence of nerves. Growling at himself audibly, Arkin berated his body for allowing nerves to control it. Nerves were never good, but it had been a long time since Arkin had been nervous about anything. Allowing his body to settle, Arkin found himself a little too comfortable, as was proven when Mehrin lunged forward. Arkin's crossed legs were in the perfect position to spin and run in the opposite direction, and the ingrained reaction quickly took over. It took his mind a moment to catch up and firmly take ahold of his fleeing legs, which resulted in Arkin stopping halfway through a spin and letting out a loud yelp as he almost lost his balance as a result. He would not run away. He could not run away anymore. That's why he was learning how to use those weapons-when he wasn't running from guards and Arinth didn't have his back, Arkin needed to be able to stand his ground, not just flip off onto a roof and bolt.

"Attack!"

Huh. Well, there was a big difference between not running away and actually attacking. Arkin's acrobatic mind automatically looked around, taking in his environment. No trees, no lumps, nothing to jump on or over, nothing to give him a height advantage. Just flat ground and other people. Well, maybe he'd end up using other people as acrobatic tools later on, but for now, there was nothing to do but to run forward with a yell and allow his attacking experience to take over his body.

He now had to rely on his speed, which would be his only advantage given his much smaller size and the lack of opportunity for acrobatic manoeuvres.

Arkin considered Yriel's expression as he took a deep drink. The man seemed to hold things very close to the vest, and seemed uncertain of sharing too much. Arkin let it go, accepting the flask and taking another sip before it disappeared up his sleeves. Digging into the slowly decreasing pile of muck before him, Arkin observed as Yriel let his hair loose-a move Arkin recognised as a bid for privacy.

A moment of silence descended-a very rare thing with Arkin-interrupted only by the squelch of muck. A grin spread across Arkin's face as he heard Yriel's shovel hit the floor. "Aha! Progress!" he grinned.

"Alright, enough of the past, what of the future Yriel, my friend? What division do you want to join? What do you want to do, what do you like to do outside of the Band? You've found us now, you need a new goal. Any ideas?"

He he, sorry guys-exam block and Australia, yeah. Anywho, maybe my char just gets a running commentary from Nya through whatever rps we'll end up doing. :)

Arkin's mind automatically slipped into his detaching-from-the-potentially-painful-situation mode, creating a ballad about Yriel's life. His tale was just too close to his for him to manage it completely, but he hummed quietly under his breath for a moment as he debated sharing the earlier part of his life. Shovelling another load of what had once been oats over his shoulder, he shot Yriel a sad look. "I know what it's like to lose your family, my friend. Light, but I do." Arkin went to go for a swig of his ale, but found that for a moment he couldn't tear himself from the younger man's eyes. He felt a moment of empathy run between them like a shimmering thread of gold, tied at each end around their hearts.

And then the moment passed.

Shaking his head, Arkin looked over at the scarf he had left with his shoes and knives. He had avoided talking about his past for years and then he'd been telling people left, right and centre since he had arrived in the Band. Resting on his shovel for a moment, Arkin pulled a flask from one of the secret spots in his clothes that Mehrin didn't know about and took a deep pull, holding it out to Yriel in offering.

Wait, hang on, my character was going to do this-is there any way we can work my character in there as well?

Also, I reckon that your idea for someone who knows someone who knows someone could easily be my char, cause she hears everything at her inn, or at least she did before she left-she oculd have easily heard the real story from some guard or something.

He he, awesome. I might wait until I've brought in Quibby's recruit before I start.

So, I have Yriel's msn, and I've probably already asked before, but do you other two have msn?

Yeah, sure, our characters will rule the tower!

What's your char's name so I can look at her profile?

Ha ha, ok.

Hey Nya, I definitely need someone to RP with, and my character hasn't really done anything yet so I'm keen to do pretty much anything, but an idea has come upon me-maybe teh aes sedai find out about your block and force you to get a roommate or socialise in some other way with my character in the hopes that forcing you to socialise will help get rid of it. I dunno, just an idea, any others are welcome.

He he he, the perks of being group leader...

Ok, I won't get Arkin to bring it in then, but he'll more thank likely be writing some verses for it next time soemthing epic happens. :)