Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 1:05:20 GMT
 | Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
A dancer's heart beats in eight count;
A dancer's eyes always shine.
A dancer's soul is filled with music,
So their feet always fall in time.
A dancer feels like no other;
The vibrant rhythm of life.
And it all goes into the performance,
All the joy and all the strife.
So remember that with dancers,
A little patience is what you need.
Because their minds are otherwise engaged;
Dancers are truly a different breed.
A dancer's eyes always shine.
A dancer's soul is filled with music,
So their feet always fall in time.
A dancer feels like no other;
The vibrant rhythm of life.
And it all goes into the performance,
All the joy and all the strife.
So remember that with dancers,
A little patience is what you need.
Because their minds are otherwise engaged;
Dancers are truly a different breed.
The city. Down below, everything seemed so small, and yet so busy; Dorian had never understood why people were often correlated to ants, until he had taken his first climb up to the higher points of the city near where he lived as a child. The way people moved through the vast streets and buildings, so tiny to one's eye and yet still giving off a large presence. Humanity would forever make an impact, no matter what world they called home, and this realm was no different. Well, obviously the locale was quite dissimilar, what with much of Londinium having been claimed by the wilds and the veins of nature, but much of it still remained, a busy, bustling cityscape, with many awaiting eyes.
Dorian stood perched atop the edge, way up high in the clock tower named Big Ben. He had grown accustomed to spending time here in this grand place, watching the sun set and rise each dawn and dusk, the day starting and ending with dazzling displays of colour that lit up the sky, arrays of orange, yellow and purple that brought a happy sigh from his maw whenever he saw them. You'd think watching the same sight from the same vista would get old, but he never bored of seeing the light of day struck against the blue ocean of sky above him, or the descent of night as the colours slowly faded back down over the horizon.
Down below, upon one of the many crowded streets, the Shaman spotted a collection of street performers, wild and whimsical singers and dancers that plied their talents out for the public, hoping to gather a tidy sum of cash before heading home for the day. You are a Dancer, no? Perhaps you should try your luck at it. Aurelia's voice rolled from the back of his mind, causing him to lift his head from his staring glance down to the streets. "I tried it once, some time ago; made a decent earning too, but there was hardly anyone else to enjoy it with." He released a sigh, thinking back to the time he had done a tiny bit of street performing using his skills in the Dancer subclass to earn money for his 'lack of adventuring' lifestyle.
The Shikigami seemed to simply giggle, shaking her head and making a gesture as if to tap at the Shaman's mind. Whose to say you won't find someone to join you this time? I'm sure a little dancing wouldn't hurt, would it? Hearing her words, Dorian contemplated her proposal as his eyes glanced back down at the performers once more, a soft smile starting to creep over his palette. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give it a try," he muttered under his breath, nodding his head as he gave one last glance over the cityscape before turning towards the stairs. Stepping down the first flight, he slowly descended from the top of the tower, gradually making his way down to the streets below.
As he pushed open on the door of the tower, his feet moved him out into the fresh air of the day, the sun high and bright in the sky as it illuminated the vibrant crowds that passed, smiling faces all welcoming and speaking their hellos. Bowing his head in greeting to a few passers-by, the Shaman joined the current, flowing through the various people as he kept his eyes peeled for a decent spot to set up. After travelling down a few streets, eventually making some distance from the tower, he found himself in a larger area, a sort of clearing of buildings that coalesced with a fountain in the centre. A wide open area with plenty of people around, it would make a great spot to perform. But first...
Dorian moved towards a nearby bench up against the fountain, turning himself gracefully and faltering backwards to sit against the wooden supports, leaning back into the seat comfortably. As he relaxed and gained a spot, his emerald hues began to glance back and forth over the area, as he picked out the various Landers that were spending their time in the area; more importantly, his eyes were open for any Adventurers that might be willing to join him in his performance, perhaps some Bards as well to provide music. After all, he had no doubt that he would have looked quite silly the last time he had performed on the streets, merely keeping the music within his head as he flowed through the motions.
Coded by @serenityspace of LH
