10-08-2015, 08:04 PM
As the bandit meandered through the Colosseum entrance and into the crowds, the attendee looked up towards Tartaros. "And you?"
Still more focused on the ache in his shoulder than anything else, the wanderer responded. "Oh? Yes, yes..."
Still keeping his salesman-like grin, the attendee passed a long roll of parchments and an ink-dipped quill to the large man. "Wonderful! Just sign on the dotted line, number sixteen."
Fumbling slightly with the quill, Tartaros managed to scribble his name onto the scroll before slowly sliding it back onto the wooden stand. "I must apologize for the handwriting. Not used one of these in a while."
"No problem", the balding man behind the counter responded, chuckling slightly, "as long as it's legible..."
Just as Tartaros was turning towards the entrance, the man glanced towards his shoulder, noticing the small figure sitting on his shoulder. Coughing, the attendant spoke, "Excuse me sir, but your... friend here must pay an entrance fee."
Sighing, the Astartes turned back. "Right, right. How much?"
"Ten gold coins, sir."
Muttering slightly, Tartaros grabbed the swirling sphere from underneath his cloak, gripping it tightly. Mumbling, "Just a moment...", before closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he let his hand cover the ball of light in its entirety, letting his subconscious take hold. Waking some moments later, the Astartes found a small bag of coins in his hand. Letting a handful of coins drop onto the counter, he turned towards the living puppet on his shoulder. "Get yourself a nice seat, this should be interesting. And before I forget, if I lose, wait for me in that damned white room, alright?"
The denim-clad puppet nodded, hopping off the marine's shoulder and taking a ticket from the still-smiling clerk.
Sweeping his loose comb-over back over his balding head, the clerk turned towards Tartaros again. Pointing towards the entrance, he said, "Enjoy the fair. There'll be an announcement in a few hours."
Smiling through his bandages and nodding at the clerk, the Astartes limped into the crowds. Hopefully there was a blacksmith around...
Still more focused on the ache in his shoulder than anything else, the wanderer responded. "Oh? Yes, yes..."
Still keeping his salesman-like grin, the attendee passed a long roll of parchments and an ink-dipped quill to the large man. "Wonderful! Just sign on the dotted line, number sixteen."
Fumbling slightly with the quill, Tartaros managed to scribble his name onto the scroll before slowly sliding it back onto the wooden stand. "I must apologize for the handwriting. Not used one of these in a while."
"No problem", the balding man behind the counter responded, chuckling slightly, "as long as it's legible..."
Just as Tartaros was turning towards the entrance, the man glanced towards his shoulder, noticing the small figure sitting on his shoulder. Coughing, the attendant spoke, "Excuse me sir, but your... friend here must pay an entrance fee."
Sighing, the Astartes turned back. "Right, right. How much?"
"Ten gold coins, sir."
Muttering slightly, Tartaros grabbed the swirling sphere from underneath his cloak, gripping it tightly. Mumbling, "Just a moment...", before closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he let his hand cover the ball of light in its entirety, letting his subconscious take hold. Waking some moments later, the Astartes found a small bag of coins in his hand. Letting a handful of coins drop onto the counter, he turned towards the living puppet on his shoulder. "Get yourself a nice seat, this should be interesting. And before I forget, if I lose, wait for me in that damned white room, alright?"
The denim-clad puppet nodded, hopping off the marine's shoulder and taking a ticket from the still-smiling clerk.
Sweeping his loose comb-over back over his balding head, the clerk turned towards Tartaros again. Pointing towards the entrance, he said, "Enjoy the fair. There'll be an announcement in a few hours."
Smiling through his bandages and nodding at the clerk, the Astartes limped into the crowds. Hopefully there was a blacksmith around...