[8:54 PM] sheepies4ever: While Princess Ellis spoke with her retainer, there was a faraway, repeated clink of broken handcuff chains smacking against each other and the wall just inside of one of the prison's towers. The source of the noise was a very well-practiced maneuver by a certain hairless humanoid, the weight of the chains accomodated for. This routine backflip would every so often involve the head crashing into the ceiling, for the alternative of lowering the jump height was more dissatisfying.
As the figure continued not to experience corrective head pain, the backflips gradually increased in height as well as marginally brought it closer to the exit. Eventually, the routine was thrown off; uneven pressure led to slipping out and tumbling onto the grass outside the prison.
Relishing the forgotten feeling of land, Caprice managed something between crawling and wild flailing of limbs. The humanoid's arms managed irregular, purposeful dragging motions, but more often the crashing together of the broken chains cuffed to its wrists. No effort was made to avoid the chains striking its flesh and bones, with one exception: the figure's noticeably hunched spine.
[10:06 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo squinted as he walked past the deceased bodies of the Khlinese dragons, making sure that his steps were extra careful as he made his way around the large discolored corpse sitting by the colossal doors. Funny how that circumstance occurred, he'd always heard stories of gargantuan dragons from his mother while he grew up but never in a thousand years would he believe that those were true... That is, until today.
Regardless of that, the harsh sunlight had stung as it met the bowman's eyes but that pain would quickly subside as the feeling of liberation washed over the man. The feeling of knowing that he clawed his way from the depths of that hell was enough to satisfy a normal man for a lifetime. Walking past the doors themselves, the first thing Kalenzo had taken note of was the surprisingly calm atmosphere. Watching everything else happen on the ground below the tower was certainly a change of pace. Slinging the Curtain Call on his shoulder, the bowman took a second to relax and take in the view.
But as Kalenzo let out his breath, a certain sound had sprang out above the rest. It was some sort of clinking that both confused and intrigued the man, all the while quite bothersome. It begged for investigation, and investigate he would. Finding his way down from the top, a thought worked it's way through the artist's mind. Was this a trap? It probably was, but the man was confident enough in his own ability to disregard natural instinct. That and the magical concoction that hung from his belt had reassured him that he would be fine.
Finally seeing the source of the clinking with his own eyes, Kalenzo caught his breath in a pause. Confusion crossed his expression as he stared at the humanoid figure flailing before him, swallowing the dry air in his throat, the bowman sat there in disbelief as he tried to make sense of what he saw.
[10:38 PM] sheepies4ever: Caprice's right palm spread wide, pressing four fingers into the ground as the thumb twitched relentlessly. The right arm leveraged the rigid swing of the left side of the body toward a lopsided crab walk position, one chain being flicked overhead. Catching a glimpse of movement, the figure haphazardly lurched forward onto the balls of its feet and then spun in a complete circle up to a crouched, standing position.
The humanoid did a side flip, chains banging against its legs as it tucked them. Caprice stood in a guarded stance with her knees slightly bent into a lunge. The body swayed from its joints as it quickly shifted its weight from foot to foot, eyeing where the man had just stood(edited)
[10:59 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The controlled chaos of the humanoid's movements somewhat spooked the man as it jumped about, performing such amazing feats of acrobatics while seeming to be quite tolerant of the pain that it had caused itself. The curiosity that had been welling up inside of him was simply becoming too much for the man to contain. The performer's agile flips only seemed to pique the artist's interests as it moved about, it's body seeming to let it's weight ebb and flow effortlessly.
"Well then... hello there." Kalenzo spoke with a small wave, trying to make himself sound friendly to the humanoid.
[11:15 PM] sheepies4ever: Caprice took a large step backwards at the sound of his voice. In smaller movements, the body's demeanor shifted: legs no longer lunged with feet more-than-shoulder width apart. Arms lowered from neck-height to abdomen-height. The anarchic shifted rigidly from side to side, from head to toe, seeming more keen to stand its ground and as if considering this person from different angles
[11:26 PM] ColdToiletSeat: How fascinating... Kalenzo thought, watching Caprice's movements as they took on a new stance at the sound of his voice. He subconsciously raised a hand up to his chin in order to stroke his stubble as the anarchic continued to move around, never seeming to keep still. Did it see him as a threat? It came from the prison, so it might have.
In an effort to ease the growing tension in the air, Kalenzo held out his hands with open palms.
"Come now, I'm not here to hurt you." He reassured, softening his expression so that it was more disarming rather than perplexed.
"I came from the same place you did, that prison, right there." Kalenzo added, gesturing towards the metallic building with his head.(edited)
[4:28 PM] sheepies4ever: The humanoid's bald head contorted toward the prison as it was mentioned. The head turned slowly (relative to the vigor of the rest of the body's constant movement) back toward the stranger. Then, the head contorted to its side, and the legs jumped far upward, as if trying to press an ear to the sky.
"What was that?" Croaked the figure just after landing, with a feminine-sounding pitch.
Abruptly, the anarchic turned her head to her left side. Her whole body sashayed to follow. She held her hands just in front of her left hip, deliberately clinking the chains together.
Her feet then suddenly stayed in place; she twisted to again face the man. Caprice's head swayed from side to side, perpendicular to her rocking torso, and her eyes twitched wildly. "gODS." The humanoid uttered, still croaking.(edited)
[12:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo stood there, somewhat astounded yet entirely confused by the sporadic movements of Caprice. Another confused look filled the man's expression, contorting it as he attempted to comprehend what had inspired the Anarchic's movements.
This one confuses me... He thought, listening to what seemed to be the croaking that emanated from the humanoid's mouth.
"Is everything alright? Would you like some help?" Kalenzo asked, tilting his head as he desperately tried to get a firm grasp on the situation.
[12:24 PM] sheepies4ever: Caprice stands in place for a while after he speaks, taking in his words. She then turns 180 degrees, does a roundoff, three frontflips, and briefly lands; then, two backflips. She turns back around once she lands again.
[12:34 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I... don't understand what you mean there." Kalenzo commented, once Caprice had finished of course.
"Does that mean you are alright?" He questioned, sitting himself down in a squatting position and scratching at the back of his neck.(edited)
[12:49 PM] sheepies4ever: The anarchic holds up her rapidly twitching hands; the chains at her wrists move along with her twisting wrists. "That monster never stops!" She uttered with a similar vocal quality, and then casually does a side-flip.(edited)
[12:58 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmm?" The bowman wondered, bringing one of his hands up to his tilted head in order to rest still confused face on his thumb and forefinger.
"Are you referring to those chains of yours?"
[1:16 PM] sheepies4ever: Caprice, touching six fingers to her temples, shook her head in a big motion.
[1:22 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmmmm..." Kalenzo wondered, narrowing his eyes as he continued to look for something- no, anything that would give him a hint. Finally, in a bit of a defeated manner, the artist slumped over and let out a sigh, shaking his head all the while. Moments later, he straightened his back and rested his elbows on his knees
"Well what is it then? I can't help you if I don't know what's going on!"
[1:36 PM] sheepies4ever: For a solid minute and a half the humanoid completes a series of leaps with outstretched limbs, some sprints, exaggerated stretches, and a few flips, but making some effort to stay close to the man in doing so. "No master," she slowly croaks. The words seem hard for her to form, but she shows no other sign of being physically worn out.(edited)
[2:08 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo furrowed his brow as he sat through the entirety of the performance, equal parts awestruck and annoyed at the same time. However, as his ears were finally graced by a coherent answer, the man's expression lightened as he experienced a revelation about the Anarchic. He stared at Caprice in a new light, he pitied the humanoid as she reminded him of himself back when he had first left Khlin. A wanderer with a vague purpose, confused and alone.
In that moment, he knew what he had to do. He would be the guiding light in this being's darkest hour, the Einar to her Kalenzo as the artist would put it.
"No master eh? I can help with that." Kalenzo spoke, regarding the acrobat with a warm expression as he stood himself up.
[2:24 PM] sheepies4ever: Caprice front-flipped and then dashed behind Kalenzo. Once there, she stayed in one place about as much as she ever does when awake; her shoulders shook forward, she constantly shifted her weight from foot to foot, her elbows moved in and out in a row-like motion, and her digits wriggled.
[2:45 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo started to walk around experimentally, keeping an eye on Caprice and wondering if this meant that the Anarchic was following him or not. While he did this, curiosity plagued him once more.
"So, do you have a name?"
[2:52 PM] sheepies4ever: She jumped after him. "Caprice," she responds more easily.
[2:58 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Stopping himself after having his assumptions proved correct, he turned around, almost spinning on his heel to face Caprice.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Caprice. My name is Kalenzo." He spoke, giving the Anarchic a bit of a bow as he always did when introducing himself.
[3:03 PM] sheepies4ever: "Kalenzo," she repeated, and leans forward such that her shoulders parallel her knees (though her spine certainly does not!) For balance, the humanoid's arms raised straight to the side, even with her shoulders; hands extended perpendicularly to her wrist.(edited)
[3:09 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Peeeeerfect!" Kalenzo commented on the repetition, clasping his hands together close to the side of his head in a closed eye smile.
"Just follow me and I'll get you what you need, Caprice" He spoke, giving the jumpy Anarchic a bit of a beckon before turning around once more and heading off to the prison camp that had been set up. "We can talk some more while we walk, how does that sound?"(edited)
[3:16 PM] sheepies4ever: "I can help with that," Caprice uttered, nodding. She eagerly dashed after Kalenzo, at one point accidentally passing him; she then galloped backwards until she was behind him again.
[3:27 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo narrowed his eyes somewhat as Caprice repeated what he had said earlier, but chose to shrug it off. Smiling once more as he turned to the Anarchic, the artist made one last comment.
"I have high hopes for you, Caprice. So long as you do as I say, you should be perfect."
[3:27 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
[6:17 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Day 1 of Angrim
The sun had shined overhead throughout the day, following it's usual path across the sky as Kalenzo finally got situated in Angrim's rebel camp. His temporary place of stay may have been on the smaller side and put more towards the side, but it had enough room for him and his belongings nonetheless. Always pack light, The artist remembered, his instructor's guiding words as clear as the first time he had spoken them You never know when you will have to move, my boy...(edited)
[6:20 PM] ColdToiletSeat: However, as those last two words flowed through the man's head, he paused for a minute. With his semi-folded and ever so familiar cloak in hand, those very words seemed to linger and evoke a rather pensive mood that would last through the evening. Letting out a sigh and shaking his head as he had done so many times before -yet to no avail, Kalenzo couldn't seem to let go of the thought of him. After all, he was the man who had molded the bowman into the fine artist he was today.(edited)
[6:38 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Placing the hand-me-down cloak on his soon to be place of rest, Kalenzo sat down and crossed his legs before unbuckling the dagger from his belt. The virtuoso stared at it residing within the sheath, his eyes narrowing and a wistful smile tugging at his lips as him running a thumb along the leather was something akin to taking a trip down memory lane. Each nick, each notch and every mark was something that could be recalled from the first time he had seen the blade from the last time he had used it to make a masterpiece...
[6:46 PM] ColdToiletSeat: It truly felt wonderful to recall such sweet memories and all of the stories he could tell, but it was the sudden cold feeling of a metallic button under his thumb that snapped Kalenzo out of his daydream. Blinking a few times, the man continued to stare at the button confining the knife to it's sheath, an unexplainable eagerness to turn back time starting to arise within him as he subconsciously drew the blade.
[7:01 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Truly beautiful... Excellent work as always, Kalenzo. The artist thought, complimenting himself as he examined the dark violet blade. Looking down it's length, a more joyous smile supplemented his expression as he recalled those of which he had slain using it. Ah yes, some of those who had gone "missing" in Gallaran and Freyzenwald... The thought of his audience's shocking realizations managed to give the man a laugh.
[11:57 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The man's chuckling was quick to taper off, easily blending into the low sounds of the evening, he placed his prized art-making tool back in the sheath before looking up and letting his stare drift about. With this brief respite, Kalenzo had felt not only relieved from the hells of the last few days but incredibly grateful for the life he had managed to keep while they had taken their course. This obviously meant that he could continue on, living Einar's legacy and making "art" all across the land of Amia.
[11:58 PM] ColdToiletSeat: And yet there he was again,
[11:58 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Einar.
[12:05 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo pursed his lips, a sense of longing for the past overtaking him as his stare slowly drifted down from the ceiling. Eventually, the man's eyes had locked back onto the hand-me-down knife that had been sitting in his lap.
...Gods above, why did it have to be you?
[12:06 AM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
