Black cat of bad luck.

Piper Disdetta is a homeless traveller, avoided by others due to her rumoured ability to bring bad luck to those around her. In order to survive, she has become a thief, using her agility and ability to her advantage. #359 // Absol

[toxicspiders]

[solos1s]

霧楼＠PC新調

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"Oh, but tha's where y'er wrong. I 'eard quite a bit 'bout you~ Somebody's gotta carry the burden of all the bad luck in this 'ere world. I think y' deserve somethin' for all tha' pain, miss." Was that a final break in her defences? Very casually, as if trying to lighten the moment, Brenton pushes his hat up, shining a bit of light on his often shadowed face. "Look 'ere Piper. I understand y' more than you'd know. Not a 'ole lot of people like me much either. An' anyway, I appreciate y' miss."

"What you hear about me and who I really am are two entirely different things." Or so she hoped. She looks at him seriously, also talking with a seriousness that she's never talked of in a long, long time, to anybody. She was of course, still distrustful about his true intentions to his 'kindness', as she was to anybody. Someone couldn't just care about her or her pain because they did. It just didn't seem to factor into her mind that way.

Nonetheless, she still appreciated his words, and a slight softness could have been seen in her crimson eyes as she stared at him for a moment, before she quickly lowered her head towards the ground, her white hair slipping from over her shoulders to somewhat cover her face. "... Thank you."

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"True, true... But tha' don't mean tha' you don't deserve it, righ'?" Oh? She was getting nervous now? Honestly, he had no plans or schemes for her; seeing how she already "brought chaos everywhere she went." Naturally, he did want to see this rumour in motion, but he had to wait and watch for that. "Oi, do I look like a man 'o'd want to steal somethin' from ya'? Course tha's all I wanted. I think y' and I could get along together, miss Piper. An' anyway, I don' 'ave much need for objects, heh~"

"... Depends. You're only saying that because you don't know me." She keeps her attention off to the side, still. Sure, he can keep spilling words of how she deserves this and that, when in truth, she doesn't deserve anything above what she's been handed. 

"You'd be surprised at just how much looks can be deceiving." Finally, she turns her attention back to him, a look of skepticism yet curiosity over her comment hinted in here scarlet hues. "You really do think we could 'get along together'? What makes you think that?"

[merchantabouttown-blog]

“And as you can see, there was nothing to be worried about in the first place. No, what was inside this box, was something…to be admired.”

Perry reached into the box that the woman had finally opened, pulling out a gem, finely cut, and held it into the light, rolling it around in between his fingers for a few moments he asked her, “What colour is this gem to you? I once saw it as a sapphire blue, like the ocean. At other times, green, like the healthiest fields.” His voice begins to get louder, as he talks to the crowd, “I recieved this gem several months ago, from a fellow merchant whose trade I saved on the road from bandits. Grateful for living, he gave me this gem, said to change colour from day to day, and even place to place! Wonderous, isn’t it? I today, today I am selling it! Are we interested?”

He turned to the woman who had opened the box.

“Are you interested, Ms….?”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

 "Eh, looks kind of milky white..." Piper examined the strange gem that the merchant held, staring at it for a long moment, before realizing she was being pulled into this silly gimmick. There must be something else behind the strange gem and the way it apparently changes colours. Or perhaps the merchant was lying, and the gem was just like any other gem? It wouldn't be the first time a merchant had fooled his audience. "I- I mean, if you ask me. Not that I believe any of this shit, of course. Because I don't."

It didn't matter what she thought, believed or even if she maybe was a little interested, though.

Piper snapped out of the train of thought she'd been following, returning her attention to the man in front of her. Suddenly, she felt like she was the one that had lied and fooled the audience. The audience being the merchant, this time. Playing along as if she was actually able to perhaps purchase the gem, when in fact, she couldn't. Glancing at the ground, she replied, "... I can't. I have no money for it. I'm sorry."

Turning away from the merchant, Piper looked at the bewildered faces of the crowd, ready to make her leave. She didn't belong amongst this crowd, anyway.

[masked-maiden-blog]

The girl was meek and shy when she was doubted. Unable to lash out and defend herself — she had to remain considerate and polite. It was just her way.

Her fallen eyebrows showed a bit of sadness, but perked up when the woman said she’d sit on the bench and eat with her. It was truly a miracle, after all!

Aoi had no foul words for Piper’s quickness to eat. That was her intention of pushing her to take a seat. Sitting down next to the girl, she sprawled her long cloth tails over the edge.

“I’m not sure if the man’s word is credible, but it seems as if his fruit is. I’ve been here for a day and his fruit stand is always full of clients.”

Aoi did enjoy the rest. She had been doing small blessings for the children of the town, attempting to find any information on local lore and religious legends.

“I must apologize, however. I’m not exactly… good with people, so if you would have preferred for me to have let you been, I truly would have.”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

 "Hm, I wouldn't know, I only reached this city yesterday and it's my first time here." She usually avoided the big cities, thinking that it would only bring forth bigger troubles. But lately she's been a little more ambitious in her travels for some reason.

Raising the pear to her lips, she paused for a moment, before taking a bite. A big bite. It didn't seem as if she cared to savor the moment by taking it nice and slow. She was hungry, and the fruit was gone in an instant. One could question if it was even possible to eat a pear at that speed, as if she had just taken the lot in two gulps.

"Hah. Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly a people-person either." Piper looked to her side at Aoi, with a sort of knowing, yet somewhat playful glance. It seemed the fruits had put her in a suddenly good mood, her entire manner lightening up somewhat.

Reaching into the bag again, she pulled out a shiny red apple. Her favourite. Apples. Her pupils seemed to dilate a little at the sight, and she stared at the fruit for more than a few moments, before pausing, and then turning back to Aoi with the apple in her hand. "... Eh, want one? Since you bought me all of this... And uh, I know you said it's too sweet for you, but I'm just assuming you're not counting apples, because no one could possibly not like apples."

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

{Ballroom party? Pfft, yeah right.}

[gokuzaru-blog]

He let out a small breath and chuckled. “Got too stuffy in there needed room to breath. Back in Ustrina we barely have that much people so I’m not used to it. ” He leaned against the wall and drapped his overcoat over his shoulder. His blue eyes fixated on her. So she’s trained huh? Designed to kill I know I’ve seen it somewhere…. 

“Little kid like you could get in trouble holding knives or worst hurt yourself. I’m not gonna bite you can relax chickadee. ” He gave her a gleaming smile. and sat next to her. “Or you can just……crouch like that not my problem but your form is terrible just saying. “

He racedhis fingers through his red hair and looked at the grand hall. “Ahh now I see, it really is a beautiful building why wont you observe inside? There’s food and such fun fun fun.”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"Don't call me 'little kid'." She glares at him with her sharp, crimson eyes. The term was degrading to her, and it was obvious to anyone that she was anything but a 'little kid'. Was he joking though? She was an expert at using blades in battle, and his comment tempted her to show him just how fast and precise she was with one... But not really tempted enough to actually do it, of course. Just made her want to flick his forehead. But really hard so that it left a mark. His next comment made her suddenly aggrovated, however. "Oi! Who are you to say if my form is terrible or not?! I'm not some amateur fighter, y'know!"

She growls, glaring at him a moment longer, before letting out a loud 'pfah!' sound as she straightened her posture and turned away from him. "Not that it's any of your business, but-- I- I can't afford to buy the food they're probably serving there. And I know it wouldn't be fun. I'd ruin..." She stops herself, realizing what she was saying, and then closes her eyes to sooth the irritated feeling she had suddenly gotten due to the fact she couldn't believe she was even talking about this to some stranger. Also, she was slightly ashamed.

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

{Ballroom party? Pfft, yeah right.}

[gokuzaru-blog]

Since he was in Altum, Wukong got the chance to finally explore a new land. Being stuck his whole life in that volcanic land he called home he never got the chance to actually relax. He had just left the party to get a breather when he noticed the shadowy city lighted by only a moon. Beautiful. He’s always heard stories about the city and since nobody would notice he slipped away behind the building and began his ascent. 

His nimble but powerful hands were ideal for scaling buildings as he wanted a better view. Hands grasping ledges as he swung himself up a house. He sat down and inhaled the cold sea air when he noticed a figure atop a roof. Another sightseer? Or maybe a burglar. He couldn’t let an opportunity like this miss. With skillful leaps he made his way around. 

Finally landing on a roof near the person he crawled in closer, getting a better view. “Well I be..” He stepped carefully on the tiles before stopping to speak. “So kid. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying yourself with the rest of the people or are you a thief deciding to plunder the people of this town while they were away?” He asked with a loud laugh.

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

Hearing the thud of the man behind her landing on the same roof as she, Piper quickly shot up, and within the blink of an eye, she had positioned herself in a cautious crouch, one hand in front of her whilst the other lingered besides her right thigh, ready to pull out one of her daggers at any given moment.

But alas, he didn't seem to be ill-intentioned at all, now that she got a look of who this stranger was. Nonetheless, she kept her guard up, still resuming her crouched position, watching his every move with her own scarlet irises.

"What am I doing here? I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be enjoying yourself with the rest of the people?" She tilts her head ever so slightly, signalling a slight playfulness to her tone as well, yet still overcome by her distrustful tone. "What I do is none of you business. But for you information, I'm not here to take anything... I'm just observing."

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

{Ballroom party? Pfft, yeah right.}

Hopping from one rooftop to the other - to avoid all the excited guests making their way to the fancy ball, of course - Piper came to halt atop a certain house that gave her the perfect view to the entrance of what must be such a magnificent event. At least that's what everyone was saying. She'd never find out for herself.

Maybe she should get a closer look? Wait. But what for? It's not like she cares, or even wants to go, anyway, right?

"Gah." She lifts a hand to her face, then combs it through her white hair. Even if she did go for a closer look, the risk that someone might see her is even greater than the risk of her chilling out on top of this roof. Or maybe the guards might see her and think she's some kind of thief, since she's obviously not dressed up to go to any ball.

Letting a sigh escape her, she relaxes her position and brings herself to sit on the edge of the root, letting one of her legs overhang and dangle down as she rested her chin on the knee of her other leg, cropped up against her chest. Watching the entry to the palace, and the guards standing outside dutifully, and the guests making their way inside, she left out a puff of air that played with her black and white fringe. "... Tch."

[-fuwaride]

all right; all ready

[-fuwaride]

“This doesn’t look like a shrink’s office to me.” Darius spat. “And I don’t need to be psychoanalyzed by come homeless chick.” He put his hands in his pockets and pulled out his tin of tobacco and a piece of paper, turning away for a moment to angrily roll himself a cigarette. He hated getting worked up like this, because suddenly, he wasn’t content with not getting the last word.

Having rolled the delightful cancer stick, he jammed the end in his mouth and rooted around for a match in his pockets. After a frustrated moment, Darius managed to find one and lit the cigarette, then continued speaking. “So why are you bothering?”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"I'm not trying to be your fucking shrink. I was just trying to change the subject, geez." Her tone had shifted from sharp animosity to more of a blunt irritation. But when he made the comment about her being homeless, her cheeks became slightly flushed. Only out of embarrassment. But was it that obvious that she was homeless? Gah! Not that it mattered anyway! She glared at him with her scarlet hues, though the faint rosy tint practically removed any intimidation that was supposed to have been emitted from her. "A- And what about you? You live in the fucking sky or something? Doesn't that mean you don't have a house either? You're not one to talk!"

She huffs, allowing herself to glare at him a moment longer, before pausing, her expression clearing to an almost blank one as he asked her the question. What the fuck was going on? Could he read minds now or some shit?

In any case, she furrowed her brow and crossed her arms over her chest, once again turning her attention away to something else in distance off the right somewhere. Maybe a tree. Or a shrub or something interesting to stare at. "... I-... I don't know, alright. You're irritating, so believe me, I'm asking myself the same question."

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"rig' y' are miss Piper. It'd be a 'alf-arsed job if I say..." He watched her for a few moments with his yellow eyes, noticing her avoidant nature. "A fine lady like y'erself shoul' be welcome anyw'ere. Bu' I suppose so." Brenton smiled smugly at her comment, but said nothing more.

"Right, and the job wouldn't get done right." She notes, agreeing with him, although it was really the matter of how horrible it would be to have a job that you weren't happy with that bothered her. But she then laughs at his next comment.

"Hah, welcome anywhere? If you heard the rumours then you can tell I'm not welcome in very many places at all." She almost sighs, but stops herself and blinks, realizing that this was about as deep and meaningful conversation she's ever had with someone without wanting to punch them in the face in the last year or so, probably even longer.

It made her uncomfortable to realize the fact, and his smug grin that had grown only made her feel even more uncomfortable. She didn't know what made her feel more uneasy; the grinning or the winking. "... U- Uh. You came all the way over here just to greet me and introduce yourself? That's all? You don't want anything from me?"

[merchantabouttown-blog]

“Yes. You. Are you not going to come up? Keep the crowd waiting?” Perry put rather bluntly; the women seemed awkward, she could upset the onlooker, perhaps he had chosen the wrong person…no, Perry decided to trust his instincts, something about her stood out, and that something would help him sell his goods. He once again beckoned the woman to him, repetition implied importance.

“I bet you’re wondering to yourself, my dead crowd, that strange woman over there, why, she’s right! Why cannot I open the box myself? Why must I, Peregrine Marquand, seller of delights, ask a random person to do such an inane task? The answer is simple, because destiny says so. I already know what’s in the box, but I feel something tell me that you, my dear, are destined to open it, to reveal it to this crowd here!”

Perry thought about his choice of words, a classic tactic really, make those interested in your goods feel like they were meant to have them, whether or not they were meant to was another matter entirely, still this girl seemed at least interested, so why not give it a try?

“Afraid of the unknown, are we? All you have to do is open it.”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

A curious white brow perked up at the situation being presented to her. A merchant requesting her part in something. How odd. Did he not know that just the action of choosing her from the crowd is probably enough to scare some people away?

Nonetheless, it amused her, and she was a curious woman as much as any other, and maybe a little more. So, she takes slow steps toward the man hearing the whispers echo around her like an acapella. Except... not as beautiful, of course.

"Right, destiny. I don't believe in destiny, by the way." Commenting in a 'matter-of-factly' manner, she lets her eyes rest upon the peculiar box. And before long, the caution and suspicion returned to her scarlet hues. There could be anything in that box. Some kind of mechanism that shoots projectiles, perhaps? Or a carefully placed dagger with a spring booster that might penetrate her chest, even?

"Afraid? Tch! No way." Even though the dangers of the unknown kept her guard up and ready, she'd be able to sense if something was going to cause her harm, so she was confident in reaching out her hand and slowly - both to be careful, and to cause suspense within the crowd, she knew it would benefit the man to play along - very slowly, opening the box. "... There."

[-fuwaride]

all right; all ready

[-fuwaride]

If Darius could have seen inside her head there, he would have laughed at the ridiculous train of thought. But he couldn’t, which was a small blessing for the disaster magnet in front of him.

“So you routinely push anyone who comes in contact with you away?” He allowed himself a sharp bark of laughter. “You’re more like me than I thought, but that ain’t a complement.” Darius grimaced. He really hated people like this. Wasn’t it too much trouble to go out of your way to antagonize someone? What was she getting out of this? Did she get off on making people want to slug her in the face or something?

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"Yeah, well, better to be the one dealing the shot than the one taking it in the long run." She looks off to the side again for a moment, also forcing herself to calm down somewhat, even though his bark of laughter caused her to want to sort of really punch him in the face.

"And so what, you're implying you hate yourself or something, therefore you hate me because I'm like you?" Okay. She mostly just wanted the conversation to stop being so much about her and why she's the way she is, so, of course, a change of subject. Though she asked herself why she was even bothering now when obviously he'd rather be off doing something else.

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"ahaha, y' don't seem too bothered by it, miss. An' indeed it is, Brenton Cornelius Lamont, at y'er service." Another slight bow. The small man's smile stretched into a wide smug grin as she turned away. Embarrassed from such a small compliment? His type of lady indeed. "Well, either way... Jus' know y'er always welcome 'round 'ere. I live in the graveyard jus' outside Pratus. Stop by anytime~" Another wink.

"Yeah, well, someone's gotta do it, right? To be honest I'd rather whoever's doing it to enjoy it rather than hate their own job. Otherwise that'd kinda suck for them." She says just as casually as before, but her gaze remains off to the side and away from him.

"I'm welcome in your graveyard, you mean--" Having turned back to him to question him, she caught the second wink and froze, her brow knitting. "-- Didn't I tell you not to wink at me?"

[kitty-me-ow-deactivated20140321]

[zodiacchic]

[-fuwaride]

all right; all ready

[-fuwaride]

Darius stopped drifting, planting his feet on the ground and swaying to a stop as he let his body weight return to him with a soft thump. He had to get a good look at this girl without moving. He squinted down his nose at her confrontationally, mask still contorted with a snarl.

“Can you go ahead and tell me what the fuck I did to deserve this treatment again?” The wanderer spat, gritting his teeth. “Do you make it a habit to start shoutin’ matches with strangers on the road? Christ, woman, this ain’t how you make friends!”

[disaster-harbringer-blog]

"Well, you-- you--!" She hesitated now. Or... not exactly hesitating, but more so having difficulty coming up with a valid response. What did anyone do to deserve the treatment they were given? Nothing. But bad treatment was dished out to them anyway. It's just how despicable the world and it's inhabitants were. Nothing more, nothing less. But she didn't say this. She didn't say anything. She just replied with a sort of grunt before continuing.

"-- Hmph!" She turned her head to look away. Not at anything in particular, just away from him. "Whatever way you're supposed to make friends, wouldn't work for me anyway, idiot! So I don't bother!"