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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
Arya Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire
[There's a young person sitting along one of the avenues in the Water Sector, just out of reach of the foot traffic but in a good, visible spot. It's hard to tell if she's a boy or a girl at first, because she's dressed in shapeless rags--they're warm and clean, but rags nonetheless--and her head is shorn. There's a plain strip of cloth tied around her head covering her eyes, and she's holding a long walking stick, just a little taller than herself (all of five feet, this one) with leather wrapped just below the top. Just in front of her on the ground is a cracked wooden begging bowl.
She never made it to the Welcome Center. She's spent the last few days trying not to panic, trying to decide if this is a test or if the test is over, and she failed. Has the kindly man sent her away, to this city she doesn't recognize? It's not Braavos, and it doesn't smell like anything she knows. She knows the smells of Lys and Volantis, Pentos and Myr. Even the people smell wrong here, their language wholly alien to ears accustomed to the sounds of different tongues. She's heard the name Keeliai but it's the first time in her life she's heard it. How can that be? Somewhere beyond Essos, then?
But she will not panic. If this is still a test, she will not fail. She will not let them expel her from the House, not forever. So she sits patiently with her bowl and her stick and her dead eyes, and savors the sound of metal clinking in her wooden bowl, and wonders what new kind of food she might be able to try tonight before she finds some corner or back alley of this new city to sleep in.]
B) Wildcard - B is for Brothel!
[In Braavos she knew all of the taverns and brothels. She knew the girls who worked in the brothels and she knew the barkeeps and she knew the best times to visit each, who would give her something to eat and who would send her away, and who had the best stories. She doesn't know this new city half so well. There simply hasn't been time. But she's learning.
Currently she's been adopted, more or less, by the girls (and a few boys) at one of the brothels in the Fire Sector. In their free time (and it seems to be a slow night) they sit with her, asking her about the city she comes from and telling her stories about Keeliai and the people in it. She sits quietly, eagerly sponging up the information they impart, even the bits that don't seem important at all. Who's pregnant. Who's sleeping with the higher ups in some gang she doesn't recognize. She doesn't even question that they give her this kind of information, as young as she is, because she's used to it by now. This is her life. She is no one, and no one can learn an awful lot by being quiet and listening.
And if the girls at the cat house wrap her in soft clothes and the boys offer her sweet things to drink and coo at her, she's not going to complain. She'll stay wary, but it's the most comfort she's had in... weeks? Months? She can't even remember.]
C) Choose your own Adventure
[Throw something at me!]
A
It doesn't work.]
E'chuta. Ya be a big stupid soft-hearted bastard.
[Kevas turns around and walks back to the child. Squatting down in front of them, he snaps his fingers to get their attention. With all the dirt and ragged clothing he can't tell if it's a boy or girl yet. Pink-skin children nearly look the same at this age.]
Hey little mon, ya be hungry?
A;
[Well. The child looks and feels human, rather than kedan, so Raine's already sure they're a Foreigner. The Water Sector is hardly the slums of Meltokio in the first place, and the Foreigners have a safety net, or are supposed to, so far as Raine's concerned. They look out for each other, even when they're being exceptionally stupid.]
[And this is a child, alone, who cannot be any older than Genis.]
[Raine stops, because she can't do otherwise. Crouches, to put them on the same level and get a better look.]
[...she's blind?]
Are you all right?
[Start with the basics, then can come the question of why she's alone.]
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She can tell when the woman approaches, the steps slowing, the rustle of fabric too close to be coincidence. The girl doesn't look right at Raine, not in the way that sighted people do, but she hears well enough to come pretty close.]
I could use a coin or two, if you have any to spare.
[She reaches out a hand and nudges the edge of the cracked wooden bowl in front of her.]
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[Raine does understand the concept of begging. What she doesn't understand is why this girl has needed to.]
--why are you alone out here?
[Raine is already shaping plans that won't involve begging on the street, but even so, she's reaching for a spare juulan anyway, and there's the sound of metal against metal.]
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If I don't make enough coin I go hungry. I don't like going hungry. I can't see to do most work, and I don't want to work in a brothel. So here I am.
[She can hear the metal sound; the bowl tilts up just a little, conveniently.]
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I'm conversant with the reasons one begs, yes. I only mean that there are places you can go. Especially considering that you're a Foreigner; there are arrangements made to help us get on our feet when we first arrive.
[She shifts her posture, properly sitting by the girl and out of the way of the path now, legs tucked up under her and staff still within easy reach.]
Did you not encounter the Welcome Center, or the Midnight Hotel?
[There's another idea half-formed at the back of Raine's mind. She lets it stay there for now, focusing on the puzzle first.]
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--no, that was Arya. That was another life, another girl. She is no one. Arya is dead.
She shakes her head, slowly.]
I don't know what those are. I was begging in Braavos, and then I woke up here, so now I'm begging here. One city's as good as the next, although I knew Braavos better than I know this one.
[And now the risk--does she ask for more information and chance failing the test, if this is indeed a test? She still hasn't ruled out that possibility. What if this woman was sent by the kindly man? What if it's the waif? They can both change their voices at will. It isn't beyond reason.
...but then again, the woman said "we."]
I don't know how I got here. Were you somewhere else one day and here the next, like me?
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[The question tells Raine the girl hasn't run into anyone else yet. She simply faded into the background. If this girl could, then perhaps others did as well: that's a concerning thought.]
Yes, I was. Though for me that was nearly three years ago, now. There are a number of people like us. Foreigners, the kedan call us. It's descriptive, if nothing else.
The Welcome Center is intended to help new Foreigners, and the Midnight Hotel is run by one who does his best to make sure everyone is safe.
[It's perhaps more simplification than Anton deserves, but the goal is not to overload the girl with everything at once.]
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[Asshai-by-the-Shadow is the farthest, strangest place in the known world for many people in Westeros, the girl included. The Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities hold little mystery for her these days, after her travels, but if she's somehow found her way to the other side of Essos....
Kedan. So that's what the native people are called. They smell a bit different and they sound strange at times, though not so unfamiliar that she can't make her way in the city--Keeliai--by herself.]
What's the price?
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[Raine pauses to consider. She wouldn't be surprised if the girl thinks she's making all this up, actually. If she's blind and used to begging, she has likely witnessed the worst of what people have to offer.]
What sort of verification would you find easiest to believe?
[The girl's other question gives Raine some little confirmation of her history. Raine sighs quietly.]
The Welcome Center charges nothing. The Hotel's proprietor asks only that Foreigners find some helpful service to do around the Hotel if they cannot contribute monetarily, and to pay it forward when they are in a position to do so.
The Healers' Guild doesn't charge Foreigners, either.
A
She rolled up to Bisi in her wheelchair, concerned. "Hello. Are you alright?"
B!
Which was, essentially, what happened with Keeliai. And it was because Balthier frequented brothels.
And this one was the kind of establishment he liked. It was classy enough that the beer was good, the beds were clean, and its entrepreneurs of the oldest profession were pretty (or handsome). But it still had an edge to it - the liquor was sharp and tasted like paint thinner, and the gossip was good. It was, all around, his kind of establishment.
And as it turned out, he was exactly the kind of customer they liked. He paid upfront with no haggling when he wanted a quick tumble, he never drank to the point of blind drunkeness, he tipped handsomely, and was one of those foreigners who came with good stories.
It was when he was wrapping up a story about the time he and Fran got chased across the Estersands by a Saurian that he noticed a figure that seemed a bit too small to be hanging around.
Balthier avoided children like he avoided dire rats and for mostly the same reason. Kids were prone to all manner of pathogens that they may as well have been plague-carriers. The pirate frowned. He knew brothels took in orphans and foundlings sometimes, but it was rare it was to any altruistic end. He hoped that wasn't the case here, but he had to make sure.
"Bit young to be patronizing a house of ill-repute," he remarked, sliding Arya a hot chocolate.
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She tilted her shorn head just a little, blind eyes staring more or less in his direction as he spoke, but said nothing right away. The girls of the house had wrapped her in soft silks tonight, some sort of tunic that wrapped around instead of pulling on over her head, and the boys had dabbed her neck with some kind of oil that smelled vaguely like lemon cakes. She tried not to think about how much Sansa had loved lemon cakes. Sansa was another lifetime and another city ago, related to Arya Stark, and Arya Stark was dead too. The girl was no one.
"If you want a girl, they're in the other room," she said evenly, nodding her head toward the front. "I'm just visiting."
Nevertheless, she reached out for the mug sliding across the tabletop, the other hand wrapping around to rub absently at her forearm--and the tiny knife concealed under the sleeve.
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He breathed a small sigh of relief. The child was younger than Larsa - which meant nothing really. The brat had all the cunning of the vipers that were the symbol of his house. And there was something about this kids poise that made Balthier a bit suspicious. Nothing he could put his finger on, but the quiet ones were always pretty observant.
"Just visiting and listening?" Balthier inquired. "Not that I blame you, mind. Jiayi has some good stories."
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After Westeros she could believe just about anything, no matter how sick or depraved.
"They all have good stories," she said, keeping her tone light and unconcerned. "Wing has the best dirty jokes. Shulin is teaching me a new song after his next customer."
She pulled the mug closer, sniffing at the contents. It smelled like something she'd had once before, here in the brothel. Still, did she dare try it with no one here to spot her if it happened to be drugged?
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"You're not wrong. Wing would put a blush in the cheeks of a number of my compatriots," he chortled, and took a draught of the hot chocolate to demonstrate he hadn't drugged it. "In any case, I just wanted to make sure of something. For your sake, I'll try try not to delay Shulin overlong."
He cast a sidelong glance to the bar where a group of Snakes were chattering raucously. "And if you could keep an ear open for whatever the vipers are hissing about, I'd be much obliged."
'Much obliged' came in the clinking sound of juulan beside the mug of hot chocolate. Balthier didn't like kids much, but they were certainly good at hearing things they shouldn't.
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She didn't remember what this stuff was called, but it was absolute bliss.
The mug returned to the tabletop almost completely drained and the coins disappeared just as quickly. "I sometimes hear things," she said, nodding slightly. "Who's asking?"
A! Because Arya needs a robo-doggy bothering her.
Bladewolf was sniffing along the ground, when he picks up the smell of what he can only describe as "poverty", and follows it to a shapeless lump that's giving off a human heat signature. He identifies the bowl, and the hunched posture, but has honestly never encountered begging in his life, so he's unsure of what to make of it.
Bladewolf does the only thing he can think of, and sits down beside the lump, people-watching.]
I am not sure if this is an impolite question, but I am curious as to why you are...begging. I was made to understand that...visitors were given accommodation until they could find purpose here. This seems...unnecessary.