Daily Routine

[Waggle]

WingSpire, a grand city. The brilliant stone structures towering over him, watching almost. Each cobblestone step neatly stacked with another, rowing on into the many, many streets of the city. The fresh smell of the bakery each morning, children scampering about through the alleyways to their padrones. Though the one thing that always made him apreciate this city was the people. Scuttering by like clock work. Passing by each one or another as if cogs to the structure WingSpire makes. Everyone must work to get there or no one will get there.

A daily thought to his daily routine. Passing through Market Square you'd think that sooner or later you'd find yourself relating everything with what you do. Even your own life style. Out by dawn, a drink by noon, pay the local busker a small ounce of his wages, and back to the shop before Afternoon time.

This was all something he'd toil away with later on, for once in a while a cog would stray off the grand scheme of the machine, causing either mass mayhem, or in his case, an idea. His was a simple, yet at the same time, complex one. If he could live in the clock work of flesh and blood, why not in one made of metal and magic?

And so, taking his shortcut through one of the various weather worn alleys, he was off to Market Square for supplies.

"Ya'd think they'd add a little life to these damn ol' alley ways, damn near seems they want to make ya' gloomy." he mused to himself, a smirk growing as he found himself entertained by the remark]

[BlackAngelYume]

Tavish was usually much, much better at paying attention to what she was doing. In this case she wasn't very good at it. Tavish was running, well, not really running... but she was moving at a brisk pace when she ran into the man.

It probably didn't help that she was wearing a long, hooded, black velvet cloak, or that she was looking behind her as she moved. Whatever the case may have been, she bumped into him and landed herself on her backside, glaring up at the man as if it was his fault she ran into him.

"Damn it all! Watch where you're going!" she shouted at him, her purple satin dress visible under her cloak.

She glared at him from under her hood. She was using her glamor magic, her hair entirely blonde, ears human and eyes blue. Her wings were also not visible. To a normal person she'd appear as nothing more than a human with enough money to afford velvet and satin.

She stood up after a moment of glaring at him, brushing dirt off the front of her dress. She shakes her cloak off, mumbling obscenities under her breath.

[Waggle]

With nothing more than a simple gruff heave of his breath, Ramses stopped his pace to stare down at the woman, noting everything from her flowing dress to the blonde hair, a hair color he never really liked. Though what really struck him was her attitude, something off for a woman looking so delicate.

"If I may be so daring to say, you were the one who didn't have their eyes on the pathway."

With that, he offered a simple frown, nothing even to threaten with than just strengthen his point. He took a step back though, offering her the right of way, a hand pointing in the direction she was going

"Perhaps eyes in the back of your head will fix the problem."

[BlackAngelYume]

Tavish scoffed, "Excuse me?"

She puts her hands on her hips, scowling at him. He seemed different from a lot of the men she'd met. There was something about it that she couldn't quite place a finger on.

She was scowling, glaring and pondering this when he spoke again, "I'll have you know that eyes in the back of my head wouldn't have helped me in that case had it been my fault to begin with!"

Tavish folds her arms and was about to speak again when a loud crash came from the offshoot of the alley she was running from. A series of shouts followed. She half spun around, staring down the alley and quickly looked at him, "Hey! Where are you going? This way? Okay, let's go then!"

She hooked her arm in his and all but pulled him in the direction he was originally walking. She looked at him and hissed, "Play along as well as you can, and take me to wherever you were going. I need to hide."

[Waggle]

Stammering just a moment for reply, the Clock Maker simply fell silent, glancing back just for a moment to look for whatever caused the crash. He nodded to her request and simply strolled back into stride with his routine. Though his mind raced, trying to sort out what was relevant and what was not to his situation.

A woman, whom he just met in a rudely, was wrapped at his arm and sending him to his errands. Pondering whether to ask he better found it to shrug off the problem for any worry that she carried a weapon. Not for his sake, but for the sake of making a scene. He curled up at the sight of blood shed. Though it was better for him to make small talk than let the market stare at the Clock Maker's new temporary shadow

"Perhaps a name is in order?"

[BlackAngelYume]

A name... who would've thought a question as simple as that would have taken so long to answer? She walked with him, eyes behind her almost the entire time. At his simple, but not so simple question she looked at him.

She had given the people that were most likely trying to find her and most likely following her a fake name. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell this man that name, in the chance they found him when they inevitable separated. Although, she wasn't entirely sure she should tell him her real name either. Of course, there wasn't any harm to that, she had no intention of seeing this man again.

"Tavish. My name is Tavish."

She looked back behind the them, scanning the street for any sign of pursuers.

[Waggle]

"Tavish...Well, Tavish. Just in the case of my curiosity, is there an exact reason why I am now escorting you through the city?"

His eyes bore down on her now, something akin to trying to read her own thoughts before they relayed through her mouth. Something struck her as an odd sort to him, and it seemed she wasn't entirely used to him either. Through it all, two gears that worked in the wrong direction rarely came with good results for the end process. He wanted free from her as soon as he could.

[Etheric]

It had to have been that Fae. He knew their type, dastardly, vile creatures that survived on luck and magic over intellect. Dumbasses, all of them, and this one had chosen the wrong target. He could sense the magic as it worked, and as “luck” would have it, just as the bitch passed him, a strap came loose. His quick reflexes were the only reason he wasn't rolling around on the ground on fire right now. Though he had avoided dousing himself in chemical fire, he hadn't entirely saved himself.

The “unfortunate” slip of a strap on his belt had loosed one of his firewater potions, a particularly volatile solution that when exposed to air would light aflame, sending liquid fire spewing wherever it's container was broken. When it fell, Johni managed to catch it on his shin and let it roll off his toes, sending it only a few feet away to gently break on the cobblestone path a few feet down an alley to his left. Some of the splash had caught the tail of his lab coat, quickly burning a few small holes in the clean white garment.

RAGE.

Tavish's glance behind her would provide an ironic fortune for Johni, considering all that had just transpired. A number of things happened at the very same moment her head turned. Johni had released a vial and thrown it just a short moment before she turned, and it sailed over her head just in time for her to miss it traveling to land several feet in front of her. He had intended to create this distraction himself anyway, in hopes for the same effect by shouting at her, “Taking a hostage, ya bitch?!” She turned just in time to see his powerful, anger-driven pace carry his approach from behind her.

The vial would fall to break a small number of feet in front of the pair. This vial was one of Johni's finest creations, one that had taken years to perfect. The specific mixture created a nearly flawless effect: when the vial struck the ground and the liquid splashed upward, perhaps one full second afterward it froze into ice. The end result left a series of upward pointing spikes of ice rising radially from the point of impact, laced with the sharded glass of the vial. Though this could be potentially fatal if it had actually hit one of the pair, the intended effect was to create a sort of road block to at least slow the pair down. With this dangerous trap of spikes rising perhaps four feet into the air off the center of the alley street, the two were almost completely trapped between Johni and his glistening construction of ice and glass.]

[BlackAngelYume]

Tavish and her "escort" came to a halt as the ice and glass formed in front of them. She growled, pointing at the constructed wall in front of them, "That's the fuckin' reason why!"

She spun on her heel to get a good look at who she had pissed off this time. Some lunatic elf in a lab coat. He wasn't who she expected to be behind her, as her exploits had targeted someone else initially.

She glared angrily at him from under her hood as he charged. The ice wasn't a problem for her. Perhaps it was in this particular form, but not her normal one. She just wanted a good look at the man so she knew who to target next before she left.

Tavish brought her hand up, pulling down her hood. As she did so, her Fairy Glamor wore off, displaying what she actually looked like. The fronts of her hair, which was pulled up into a rather complicated design on top of her head, melded into purple. Her ears pointed and eyes turned red, the marking on her face swirling from beneath her right eye.

She looked at the man she was with, unclasping her cloak and letting it fall to her feet, "Hate to do this to you, since you've been such a good sport n'all... but I'm not one to deal with direct conflict like that."

With that said her wings appeared and spread and with a twirl of her hand, her form shrank to it's 5 inch version. She winked and blew a kiss to Ramses before fluttering over the spiked barricade.

[Waggle]

This wasn't as planned, none of it was. This woman, correcting himself, thing just flew off and left him with who he can only assume a crazed lunatic. A crazed lunatic with ice growing flasks. As he centered his attention away from the now fluttering off woman, Ramses turned to face the man. Clenching his fists with periodic pace and in rapid succession of his foot steps. He put on an amiable smile, though just enough venom showing through to example his frustration.

"Apologies, it seems we're caught a pretty odd situation."