The blue haired woman stretched as she wandered about. She looked this way and that, nothing, in particular, catching her interest for the moment. Gentle tunes carried over the water that surrounded the bazaar, the buzzing of rosined hair against strings. It was a calm melody. Passionate, almost. It's source swaying with the heavily with the emphasized downbeats of the tune. A small orchestration sat beside him playing an accompaniment. A simple piano sounding away chords in which the leading tone, the cello, followed She felt herself come to a stop, eyes falling on the bearded man and his instrument. For a moment she stood there for a moment, staring, listening, thinking... feeling.
"Hm? Ey yeah! Nice set up ya got there. How long ya been at it?" she asked about his performing skills.
"Decade 'er two. T'was mah namesake 'n callin', now 's jus' a hobby 'n passion."
" Oh yah?" she turned to face him more, crossing her legs underneath herself. "What ya up to instead, then?"
"Hoppin' bar's, playin' fer street folk 'n entertainin' that sort'a lot. Freelance work, whether it be hangin' clothes fer an elderly smallfolk 'er swattin' away highwaymen, 's all jus' a hones' livin'." He chuckled for some odd reason. It was a warm, inviting laugh, nontheless. Friendly, big, wholesome. "'n you?"
Eddie chuckled with him, a grin spreading like wildfire on her face. At the question she went to answer but stopped. What the heck /did/ she do? "Well... I just make stuff to fix folk. An Apothecary, Alchemist, Druggist... wha'ever ya wanna call it. Gotta say though... don't think I've seen much a gil from that. Not of late anyways. Been on a bit o' vacation I guess.Been wanderin' here an' there of late. Ended up back /here/ somehow," she said, looking about as if to indicate the Goblet itself.
"Six 'ells, if yer still gettin' by comfy, I don' see a problem wiv it." The mean wrapped a grungey hand around the neck of the instrument, bow clasped in between two fingers. He leaned back and pulled forward a shiny, hard case. One obviously fit for the cello itself. "Fixin' is an honest, admirable trade. 's a hard deal ta pick up broken pieces, sometimes of things you've no idea on who, what, or why 'ven broke it."
"Gotta be honest though.."
"Mm?"
Eddie winked. "Only person I've been 'fixin' of late is myself. What I make? for myself," she said before leaning forward, both eyes on the man with interest. "Not one ta advertise mah skills much. Still tryin' ta figure if they're my only ones."
" 'd'ja not grow up with any hobbies?"
"Likely. Ain't got no clue what they were though."
"Don' remember..? Ye suffered amnesia er is it jus' not much o' a importance /to/ remember?"
She tilted her head, eyeing the cobbles by the base of the cello. "Nah, nah... not no Amnesia. It's all there, pretty sure. If not, I'd not know my craft, right? And... there's gotta be significance. Past experiences are the building blocks to who we are."
The magical music man shrugged, "Ye never mentioned when ya took up alchemy 'n tha like. T'was jus' a guess." Then he slowly begun hoisting the cello into the case, closing up the peg stand and laying hte bow into the case.
"... That's a good question!" she let out a laugh. " But.. le's just say I'm pretty damn good at it. Not to toot my own horn, but... I can make damn near anything. Just name the effects wanted, allergies to avoid unwanted issues, and I'm good to go, if ah got the supplies."
"'as real interstin'. I'd be surprised if me own kinfolk hadn' commissioned ye once er twice. 'ey piddle wit' a load of ritual's 'n specifics I try ta avoid when possible. Crazy lot, love 'em."
At this point, another one approached the center of the Brimming Heart with a tired look in his eyes. The young man had been accosted by the sound of music from afar, and had made a mission out of locating its source; not a difficult one, all things considered. When he found it, he approached them, not quite having thought up an introduction before he was close enough to give it. So he opened with a question, despite its obvious answer. "Hey," he called, announcing himself, "You the guy that's been playin' music?"
The red-bearded man peered over to the blunt individual, very much appreciating his straightforward demeanor no matter the direness or obvious natures of his questions. "Aye, 'as me." He chimed, cello in hand, being carefully lowered into the case.
Eddie continued to sit with her legs crossed under her, glancing to the young man. " Not bad stuff, right?"
The blonde man nodded. "Yea, not bad at all. I've been trying to find it for a while. It's kinda hard to hear from halfway across the district- it's good stuff, sir." Eddie found herself nodding to Theo as well.
"Aye, 'ppreciate it, sincerely. I'd imagine tha water carryin' it ev'ry which way didn' 'elp, either."
The lad shrugged. "Not a whole lot, but... it got the job done." He smiled genuinely, glancing at Kinmont as she started to speak.
"Say, what's yer name, music man?"
Theodric Brand nodded to the lad, then eyed over the woman. "Theodric Brand," His accent making it sound more like Theodri' Bran', but it's whatever at this point. "Entertainer, musician, 'n thaumaturge. 'n you?"
Kinmont Mason returned the smile to the youthful one before focusing on the music man. She tapped her hand over her heart. "Kinmont Mason, at yer service. If ya need anything, It's gonna cost you a tune. Some call me Eddie tho."
Theodric Brand perked a brow, "Oh? Whyssat?"
Dean Chambers glanced between them, hoping to remember both their names- the musician and the woman he couldn't quite place.
Eddie shrugged in regards to her nickname. "Short for another name I went by. That one's not got the best rep, ya feel? Gonna keep an eye an ear out for ya in the future," she said, getting up and stretching once more.
The newcomer nodded, though Eddie hadn't addressed him. His smile dimmed as he continued to look at her, and instead, his mouth settled into a hard line, for a moment
“I see." The gaudily-dressed man chimed in agreement. "Yer an odd one, 'as fer sure." He looked over to the other man, "'n you lad? What brings yerself on a lovely evenin' stroll?"
The lad glanced back at Theodric- the smile returned, and the youth nodded. "Couldn't sleep; too much to think about. Figured I ought to take a look around, y'know? Place looks ... a lot emptier at night. I kinda like it." He approached, offering his right hand earnestly. "I'm Dean- Dean Chambers."
Theodric Brand shook it firmly, a mixture of a prevalent cold ring and sandpaper flesh wrapping around the smaller individual's hand. "A pleasure, Mr. Chambers. 'n aye, definitely issa bit barren 'n tha evenin' hours."
Eddie grinned madly at the man in being called odd. She had no qualms with that. The young fellow earned a warm smile. he seemed like a nice fellow. "Nice meetin' you lot. Sure ta see ya around, one way or another. I'mma start gettin'. " She jabbed her thumb in some direction.
"Fare well, retire easy, 'n be safe, lass." Theodric beckoned out to the seemingly indecisive woman.
Dean Chambers nodded, his shake firm and honest. He released his hand and took a step backing, turning slightly so as not to cut Kinmont out- he nodded. "Yea, I probably oughtta make sure I don't linger, either. It's been nice meetin' you, though, mister Brand- and.." He paused. The smile dimmed. "Eddie."
She gave a solid nod, not impacted by a thing. "You know it," she said before starting off with a mute wave to the two. Their remaining conversation continued without her seeing.
"Rest easy ta yerself 'swell, lad."
"You, too. Take care, Mister Brand, and keep playin', yea? Long days 'n pleasant nights."
