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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 1:23:18 GMT
Jasper enjoyed the streets in the morning. There were very few people about and it gave him plenty of space to engage in one of his favorite activities. He was dressed down in clothes he didn't mind dirtying, and would make his way to the nearest narrow alleyway he could find.
As he walked through, he would reach out his slender fingers, and on brick walls would drip glowing multi-colored watercolors. They would swirl, expand, forming shapes, animals, murals, whatever things appeared in Jasper's mind. They would move on the wall, taking positions on structures and blend in with new surroundings that appeared as he walked.
At the end he would lift his fingers and look back at the walls, covered top to bottom in gorgeous artwork. He would nod approvingly, his eyes shining even though his lips didn't curve into a smile. He would examine his work a bit more before moving on to the next narrow alleyway.
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 1:51:57 GMT
Kisaiya hated the city, and she hated the streets. People were everywhere, and the coldness of the buildings made her skin crawl. She missed nature, where she could walk freely and feel the grass beneath her bare feet. Still... It was better than the cramped apartment she shared.
Before leaving, she had taken time to consider the scarves she needed to wear: one around her head, one around her waist, one around each wrist, and one around a single ankle. She jingled as she walked, her pale hair swinging from side to side, but no smile graced her lips.
Her eyes seemed to almost glow as she slipped away from the "bustle" of the streets. In the morning, when they should have been most dead, there were still people wandering the sidewalks... Just enough to make her uncomfortable. She hissed in a deep breath and ducked away from them all, leaning against the wall of the alley and quivering slightly. It was... overwhelming, here. Adjusting was difficult. She reached up a hand and rubbed her fingers across her forehead, attempting to keep her growing headache at bay. Why did she think this was a good idea?
The sound of footsteps made her jerk her head up, and her eyes narrowed in obvious, apparent suspicion. Her shoulders rose defensively and she glanced away to see where a quick exit might be before standing straight and turning to face the stranger.
"Who goes there?" she called out. Her accent marked her as a foreigner, more so than her harem pants, pale skin, and scanty shirt. She held her chin up high and stared, daring this stranger to comment.
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 3:08:10 GMT
What a horrid sound. Someone snapping like that. Jasper was tempted to outright activate his Nen. But when he saw the individual, he stopped. She was very visually interesting. He would quietly observe her for a moment before placing a hand on one of the walls of the alleyway, having found an inspiration.
Immediately color would flood the wall, forming intricately painted scarves that seemed to dance around the body of the woman before him as her image appeared on the wall. He would make the background of this portrait a vibrant and lush forest. The art style would seem almost like a story book, suited for the fae-esque being before him.
He would walk up, hands in his pocket, simply saying. "Chill. I don't know who you are, much less have problems with you."
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 3:30:08 GMT
Kisaiya stared at the man as he approached for a brief moment, her shoulders remaining tense... until she saw the colors. The scarves themselves were beautiful, and the image of herself was flattering to say the least... but it was the forest that caught her attention. She stopped where she was and the tension began to melt out of her shoulders.
Forests... trees, grass, and flowers. Everything she missed. She pressed her lips together to keep her jaw from falling slack and stared at it. Slowly, she walked over to the painting itself, looking up at it as if she expected she could touch it.
"I... How did you... do that?"
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 3:36:09 GMT
"My Nen." He would say simply as he approached, standind quietly beside her a moment before elaborating.
"Anything that I have the technical skill and vision to create, I can make it appear."
Where he treaded there was art. Little doodles floating around his head and small pulses of colors making each step look enhanced. From his quiet position beside her he would speak again. This time delicately, with a hint of fondness.
"You looked like a fae. I was inspired to create."
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 3:39:05 GMT
"A fae?"
She continued to stare at the painting itself, captivated by the beauty of the scenery. If he looked close, he would see the way she paid little, if any, attention to her own likeness. That was something she could see often, and she was far from self-absorbed. However, she missed the forest.
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 3:50:23 GMT
Jasper saw the wonder in her eyes as she spoke. He would back up and touch the other wall, a picture of a fields of flowers, with a Zâna staring back with open arms.
"Zâna is what they were called by my mom. Fae is what I knew them as growing up. The travelers would tell stories about them."
He would then speak in Romanian, a very pure American accent in his words.
"You share an accent with my mother. Do you share her native tongue?"
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 14:32:56 GMT
Kisaiya jerked suddenly as Jasper spoke, turning to look at him. Her red eyes sparked to life and a strange joy crossed her features. Reaching out without thinking, she attempted to grasp both of his hands, as if she suddenly needed to be close to him... as if all of her uncertainty and suspicion had melted away.
"You speak with the Old Tongue!" She said, responding in Romanian as well. It was as if a dark cloud had suddenly gone away, and the young girl looked alive again, jingling with every movement. "Your mother. Was she a Traveller?"
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 15:16:53 GMT
Jasper couldn't help but allow a smile dance over his pretty features. He reached his hands out in this familiar gesture. Jingling bells, allured by the forest, this was very familiar too him.
At her words he would give a slight giggle, just to express his excitement. He would speak back kindly, now more lively with his words.
"No, but we were friends of the travellers. We did not treat them like the others. Plenty of times my mother even encouraged me to being gifts and learn stories. She belived they were the best way to learn her culture. Our family estate was considered a safe place from discrimination." Despite his accent, his words were spoken very fluidly, and he communicated even advanced thoughts clearly.
He knew the travellers were not treated very well by most. That would explain her hesitation when meeting him.
"But why are you all the way here by yourself?" He would ask with real concern in his eyes. "You don't seem comfortable at all!"
He would now take a moment to listen, wanting to understand why this girl was so estranged.
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 15:26:29 GMT
Her Caravan had often stopped near safe havens like the one he spoke of, taking a few days to dance and tell stories where they didn't have to set up nightly watches. She remembered the days fondly, when she and the other children could be free. She smiled, and it lit up her face, showing her youth.
"I travel now with different people... My Caravan calls this my Destiny, and it... It brought me here. Ando foro... Into the city, away from my people."
Her smile began to fade slightly, and she turned back to his mural, reaching up a hand and placing spindly fingers beside one of the trees.
"Away from the forests."
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 15:34:31 GMT
He would notice her smile fading a bit. But that would only cause his to grow into a relaxed resting smile. He would speak again, still in their tongue.
"The forest in that picture is not from home. The forest is here in this city. Would you like to go there sometime?"
He wouldn't pretend to understand her destiny. That wasn't his place. But away from the heavens, he could certainly offer a haven on Earth.
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 15:37:24 GMT
"Theres a forest here?"
She turned back to look at him, excitement beginning to creep up again. With such a simple act - speaking in her mother's tongue - he had managed to win her trust. She knew, deep down, that most Romanians were vehemently against her culture, and that his relation should make her more suspicious...
But she had so little to hope for, so little to love, that she clung to it wherever she could find it.
She nodded, turning her gaze back to the mural.
"Will you... take me there? I miss dancing with the leaves..."
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 17:03:12 GMT
He greatly appreciated her trust, which had likely been broken a million times over. He would look back to the mural, and speak softly.
"Yes, I can take you there. I'll call an Uber. It would be much too far a walk from here and I think that would be far more comfortable than flight."
He would then pull out his phone, tapping on it a bit.
"Car should be here in 5 minutes."
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 17:05:39 GMT
"U...ber?" Keza tilted her head to one side, obviously not understanding the word. She assumed, when he mentioned a car, that he had his own private chauffer. Which probably came in handy. Giving a slight shake of her head, she glanced back at the painting.
"What is your name?" She asked, in her slightly broken English.
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 18:39:33 GMT
Jasper would notice her lack of social knowledge. She was clearly new here. He would say "You pay people to drive you places. It's just a few taps away." He would say holding up his phone slightly.
"I am Jasper from the noble house Florescu." He would say with a soft smile. He knew his family had an... odd occult repuatation, but their generosity and good nature weighed against their accusations of dark witchcraft. He had a feeling this would lead to odd gazes, especially after his artistic display. But he would prefer not to hide anything, lest problems arise in the future.
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 18:54:03 GMT
Florescu. She recognized that name, and remembered all of the stories of the family quite easily. However... He was kind, like his family had been, and stories of curses and occult were something that her people were all too familiar with. She tilted her head to one side thoughtfully, then gave a very light shake of her head.
She wasn't going to allow that to stop her from returning his kindness.
Instead, she looked at Jasper for who he was.
"Did we ever dance, do you think?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 19:24:29 GMT
Her willingness to continue talking was everything he needed to know to feel comfortable in this interaction. As the car pulled up, he would open the door for her.
Once inside he would answer her question. "Maybe, if you can recall someone with art floating around them." He would pause for a moment, letting out a big smile.
"Regardless, we will dance with eachother soon."
And the car would head off to the North Park.
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 19:50:35 GMT
Kisaiya gave Jasper a nod before slipping into the vehicle. There was an immediate tension to her shoulders: being in such a small, confined space was always uncomfortable for her. However, there was a reason for it: she wanted to get to the park, to the trees and the grass.
She waited until Jasper was inside again before letting out a soft breath. She was sitting straight upright, her feet placed carefully on the floor of the car, and she turned to look solely at him, as if seeing Jasper was just enough to keep her sane here.
"Have you been creating art since you were a child?"
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Post by Jasper Florescu on Sept 14, 2021 21:00:46 GMT
He noticed her posture. It was appropiate for her background and these circumstances. He would try to entertain her best he could.
"I have always been creating art. My Nen began manifesting around puberty though."
He would give a curious head tilt. "Would you happen to be an altered?"
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 14, 2021 21:19:54 GMT
"I..."
Kisaiya fell quiet for a moment. Altered. Was that an appropriate word for her? She looked down at the palm of her hand, as if she could see the light of the Angel inside her.
"I've been Altered," she said rather quietly, switching back to her native tongue. "but I'm not sure if that makes me an Altered."
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