Unfortunately, it took just that moment's distraction to cause him to bump into someone. Quickly recovering, he tried to catch his rubber balls, but one fell out of his grasp before he could get it.
He frowned a bit, then shrugs and looked at who he bumped into. He then blinks in suprise when he sees that it is the same Gheyr girl from before.
Giving a pleasant smile, he nods, "Ah... hullo again. Enjoying the show?"
Oh, umm... hi. Yeah, he's got talent, I'll give him that. [ 03-26-2002: Message edited by: ArchAngel ]
Frowning, he starts peering around, sometimes looking over Zelante's shoulder, sometimes over her side and once stooping down to peer beneath her legs.
Um... excuse me... could you tell me what the heck you're doing?
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He raises his hand which still has the two rubber balls in it, "I'm looking for the third one of these. I dropped it when I bumped into you."
Oh... I didn't see where it went, was too busy watchin' the stage magician.
She starts looking around.
Standing, he saw the man was engrossed in a very large bowl of stew that was still quite full. Grinning, he stooped down again and reached slowly for the ball, making sure he's close enough that the man can just -barely- feel his breathe against him because truth be told, this half elf loves messing with homophobes.
But luckily for both of them the big guy didn't seem to notice and Azymyth was able to retrieve his ball successfully. ((And gain a butt load of EXP! j/k)) Standing, he flicks his wrists and the balls magically disappear. Giving a smile to Zelante, he turns back towards the 'stage,' collect and storing away his lute and then turning to Mabli (if he's still there) and saying "Great job."
Azymyth for one, didn't join in these 'festivities'. He instead opted to get himself some sleep after going over the contents of the book he had found earlier.
And so comes morning and like most elves (despite his being only half so), Azymyth was up rather early, just a bit after sunrise. The castle was still rather quiet as he roamed the halls, and it was still quite awhile before he would be required to do anything, so he decided to check something out.
Coming down the main hall, he made his way to the library to see if Calena had fallen asleep in there. He knew she had left the castle for dinner, but had a feeling her thirst for knowledge wouldn't keep her away for long. He got up to the double doors of the library and knocked a few times to see if he would get a reply...
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
When he enters, Azy takes a good look around.
Better to start at the likely point of ingress...The door Azy comes through is (miraculously) unharmed. So the other likely entry point is...ah, yes. The Balcony. Yep, there's damage to the balcony door. The latch is broken on the inside of the door...so someone on the outside gave it a good hard kick, latch on the inside breaking through its casing as the doors cascade open...
Right. So...Comes through the door. Plants by the door knocked over. Possibly not very stable on his feet. Carrying something. Or someone?
...
No evidence of that yet. No jumping to conclusions.
Right...so comes in, plants get knocked over. Need a wizard or an alchemist or something to figure out what broke it. Plants get knocked over...table's a mess...looks like a few books and the first lamp broken are all on one side. So...you come staggering in from the doorway...sweep all the things off the table, THUMP, put down the item being carried.
Ruts on the table sides...four in a row on each side. Knives? Claws. Right. So someone with claws grabs the table at either side of the table about mid-way...Lifting it, maybe? No...other furniture's moved. Why would the intruder invade, move everything, then move everything back? Right. File the table away.
Chair by the fireplace is on it's side. Knocked over. Kicked over, maybe. Sofa has...tears...in it. Looks like something shredded the upholstery. Hard to tell what.
Then the rug.
The rug...
The rug's stained...tears in it in several places. Lamp oil's soaked into it. Reddish lamp oil. Can't tell if there's blood. Er...wait...
Piece of fabric, white, linen. Torn. Could've come off of a shirt. Good sensible fabric.
Okay...pull it all together. Someone or something kicks the balcony door open (kicks it, not bashes through; window panels are intact), comes in. Rug is probably hit first by something clawing or slashing. Edges of the tears are tattered. Then whatever happened spread around the room. Chair knocked over...lamp there broken, table clawed at the edges, lamp and such knocked off, lamp oil spreads to carpet. Shred of clothing left. Hmm.
Wasn't an attack. Would've lit the oil. Vandalism maybe. Or an attack on a person.
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Hahahah, sorry that post just makes me laugh...
A single, long rope lashed out from a balcony, the hook on the end slipping over a railing and swinging around twice before locking firm. Taavi tugged hard on the rope, it was steady enough so he clambered up onto the railing of the Ambassador's Chambers and stepped off. Keeping his swing slow by running horizontally along the castle wall, he reached the library's balcony safely. Climbing up the rope to the railing he silently swung over and onto the balcony. Choosing a dagger from his belt that could either be thrown or used in hand, he gingerly stepped forward, pushing the door open slightly and taking note of the broken lock.
~Geez I just woulda picked the damn lock instead of breaking it.~ He thought, only getting a quick, shocked glance at the destruction in the library before looking up just in time to see the door at the other end of the room start to open. Not hesitating for even a second he dived to the right, aiming for a bookcase but catching his ankle on a side-table next to the balcony door. There was a loud *crash* as the table collapsed and Taavi slammed into the ground.
"Dia Nistre!"* He spat out, coming up into a crouch and swinging his arm back, watching the door to see who was coming into the library.
*"< Insert Expletive Here >"
When he hears the crash, his eyes narrow and he moves towards the sound, calling out, "Alright! Get the hell out here so I can see you!" he growled. Despite the mess, he didn't really see anything that pointed to a possible struggle between Calena and anyone, but he wasn't about to let someone who might have hurt his friend get away.
He gritted his teeth as he waited for a response, half expecting to see the hulking form of that hyena man pull himself out of the rubble.
Thanks so much.
He wasn't there a second ago, but he is now. Big, furry, looming behind Azymyth, with something from the library in his hand
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He gives the hyena man a hard steady look then casually turns his head head to gaze around the room before returning his back back at Chuckles. Instead of repeating himself like some dumb NPC in a video game (odd that he'd make that sort of analogy given such things don't exist in this world...), he simply says, "Morning," and then goes to work picking up stuff.
IC:
Chuckles has a casual glance about the room, following Azy in. While the boys go about straightening, Chuckles takes a few of the books Malbi's returned off the shelves, retrieving pieces of paper from them. Pages, perhaps.
The hyena-man pays the others very little attention, but one can't help notice the little things, such as how he casually nudges a table aside to pick up a sheet of paper pinned down, or the way his claws make a faint clicking sound on the wood as he passes.
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After finishing up on the rug he had been working on, Azymyth stands and walks up behind Chuckles, resisting the urge to tap him on the shoulder (which would most likely result in a punch to the face if Chuck matched the common stereotype) and says in a quiet, pleasant voice, "Finding everything okay?"
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The hyena man's lips part, the light catching the edge of the Teeth for a moment, and he growls in his rumbling growl of a voice...a sort of friendly warning, one might realize, "You don't smell like the librarian."
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[ 04-05-2002: Message edited by: Malbi ]
Next, he calmly folds his arms and gazes at the two with an almost quizzical look for the briefest of millaseconds before shutting his eyes and holding a slender metal 'leaf' between two fingers that to anyone paying attention to him could swear he didn't have a second ago.
His voice is low at first, quickly rising so that it can be clearly heard throughout the room. It's calm and steady, clearly a chant.
His eyes open slightly, to focus his attention solely on Chuckles, his words evoking images of the great battle between that had happened five month before, of the feel of hunting down rivals of the Gheyr, the thrill of bringing them to their knees or less... [ 04-06-2002: Message edited by: Azymyth ]
As Chuckles CRASHES through the balcony doors, leaping from the second-floor height, one would realize that being knocked to the side is no doubt much more preferable than risking a fight with a berserker canine creature...
One would also notice that whatever it was Chuckles was collecting, he took it with him...wherever it is he's run off to.
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Eyeing Chuckles path way of escape, he peers at Malbi a moment before starting his ascent, "Don't know, but something tells me laughing boy will lead the way..." If he has to climb any, he's limber enough to do so, but of course at a much slower speed than Chuckles.
Hahahah, sorry that post just makes me laugh...
