Wise or Whimsical? [Al'in, Violet]

Mon Nov 13, 2023 5:02 pm

Al'in mir Azizi | The Gilded Rogue

The beach had been quieter than usual the past few months. With everything that had gone on, events both at home and abroad, the mood in the city appeared to be quite muted. But Al'in of Azizi had not lost his colour. Garbed as usual in a flowing robe and golden finery, the man of the desert appeared to be unfazed by the changes happening around him. He was an outsider to most, a stranger who had never truly tried to immerse himself in the ways of metropolitan living and instead offered insight into a culture quite unlike their own. One where doom and gloom were not unfamiliar concepts, but were greeted with the same reverence that one gave to an old friend.

Lounging in a makeshift hammock, set up between two trees on the side of a footpath that ran along the coast, he was observing passersby with a seemingly leisurely air. He was a law unto himself it seemed, though he did not go out of the way to cause any trouble for the actual law enforcement, just a little loitering here and there that they didn't seem to mind. Unfazed by any perplexing glances he was cast, he rocked from side to side and let that emerald gaze wander onto another that was casting her gaze in his direction.

He waved her over lazily, half-expecting her to just turn away, but there was always the chance that they were someone a little more interesting. The vibrant hair was certainly a telltale sign that might be the case.

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Tue Nov 14, 2023 9:07 am

Wise or Whimsical? [Al'in, Violet] Vi_PostingHeader11

Enter: Violet Gardner | The Rebellious Runaway

Most of Violet’s time was closer to the center of the city. She had yet to visit what she was told were beautiful beaches and resorts. Finally having a day off and some money saved, she made her way to the beach. Though she would have preferred some company, everyone else was busy. Aidan had the shop and Solomon had a pretty important job to do, so she was walking down a path alone, stretching her arms high and tight for a bit of the relief that came with it.

In lowering her arms, she realized a man was waving at her. Unexpected, but she realized he might have thought her waving at him first. Out of some weird need to be polite, she walked over and waved again. “Hello, don’t you lo-…” Violet’s eyes took in the unique garb that she only saw in certain magazines back at work. Until recently, fashion had never been something she cared too much about. Apparently though, her style drew people in, but so did this guy’s! She loved it!

“You’re outfit is amazing. Where do you shop? Haven’t seen that style anywhere I’ve found. Though… with that quality, I doubt I’d be able to afford it.”

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Wed Nov 15, 2023 11:01 am

Wise or Whimsical? [Al'in, Violet] TBIsH4w

Al'in mir Azizi | The Gilded Rogue

Ah, she was approaching and even waving back. Finally, someone with a proper sense of manners. Pushing himself up from his lounging, so that his back was resting against one of the trees, Al'in assessed his visitor again now that he was no longer horizontal. Here by herself and willing to approach a total stranger, likely not on any important business or intending to meet someone, but good-natured and open. He did like that.

"Hello indeed, and welcome to this corner of the beach. I assume this is your first time, else I would have seen you before."

At the comments on his garments, a playful blush dashed across his cheeks. Waving a hand dismissively, as if his outfit did not deserve the praise that it so clearly warranted, he flashed her a toothy grin and slipped free from his perch with a grace that made it look effortless.

"What if I told you that I had not paid a single coin for it? Surely you would not believe me, but it is quite an outrageous claim to make isn't it?" The flash of gold hanging from his ears and neck reflecting the sunlight certainly alluded to a potential deception, and Al'in's energy certainly seemed to be one of a trickster, but would she bite? He waited for a moment or two before a snicker broke from his lips and he shook his head in apology. "I jest, of course, but it was not as expensive as you might think. The fabrics I find as castoffs, then it is about working the materials into a form that I find much more respectable. I could show you a thing or two, if you had the time."

"Al'in mir Azizi, resident of this here stretch of sand and at your service. To whom do I have the pleasure of sharing in this joy of fine tailoring?" His hand shot out towards her own, offering to take hold of it in an exaggerated greeting.

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Wed Nov 15, 2023 11:46 am

Enter: Violet Gardner | The Rebellious Runaway

Seeing him get up, Violet realized he really was waving her over. Okay, sure. She could approach a total stranger in broad daylight on a semi-populated beach. This should be fine. Of course, last time she gave some stranger the benefit of the doubt, she ended up running for her life and he murdered a guy! But what could go wrong? “Yeah, I’m new to the beach, but I’ve been in the city for a while now.”

Violet’s excitement over his outfit was genuine, until he claimed to not pay for it. That sent up a red flag or two, not that she could blame him. Clothes were expensive, and even she met her best friend by robbing him. Should she say something? “Paying nothing for it? Was it a gift, maybe?” Violet said, her face cringing as if she didn’t believe that. She sighed, “Please tell me you didn’t steal it. The whole thing comes together fabulously, but stealing? Don’t d-…”

When he began snickering, she raised an eyebrow. The stranger clad in gold was messing with her. How he explained it made her Violet think he may have made it himself. She blinked, impressed. She much preferred that as his answer. His introduction came off as a second language. It took Violet a second to realize that was his name. She smiled and reached out, taking his hand; she loved his energy!!

“My name’s Violet Gardner. I live… that way,” she said, waving off toward the city. “While I would love to learn to sew, I doubt I have that kind of skill. I work in a fashion boutique that focuses on contemporary looks for the City of Light. I’ve recently been promoted, so I’ve been asked to do a little research on new looks. I usually browse the internet for something new, but I hadn’t seen anything like this.” Violet gestured to his whole outfit, taking note of the cut and the accent pieces.

“Wait,” Violet stopped after realizing what Al’in said. “Did you say you live here? Like, on the beach? Do you not have like… a house? An apartment maybe?” She wouldn’t say it out loud, but the gold jewelry that definitely was real made him seem… rich. It’d be weird if he lived here, right? Though, a beautiful beach was not a bad choice.

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Mon Nov 20, 2023 12:39 pm

Al'in mir Azizi | The Gilded Rogue

Al'in enjoyed that moment of perplexion that descended upon many when he gave them his name. The tongue of the wastes was not a common one, even his brother had discarded that name in favour of one that he found more befitting. A decision that Al'in understood, given all the pain that their family had caused them in truth, but could not quite shake. He would always be Azmi to him, after all.

"Charmed, Miss Violet." Flashing a playful grin, he did a little twirl for her, spinning around her arm in a manner similar to a pirouette. "You will not find any pieces quite like this on the internet, I imagine. Most of these techniques and styles were lost to the sands of time when my homeland was turned into the great wasteland it is known as today."

It sounded like a sombre topic and yet his attitude could not have been any less flustered, unfazed by his own words or perhaps even emboldened by them. And then came his noble pride, puffing out that chest just a little as he finally broke from her hand.

"Yes, I live here upon this very beach. But what I would call a house is perhaps not the same as you, it is a simple place of shelter wherein one rests their eyes on a night and departs come the dawn. Others have referred to it as living out of a tent, but I am not one to conform simply because it is expected of me. To be a Quincy is to be a bastion against corruption, is it not?"

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Wed Nov 22, 2023 11:40 am

Enter: Violet Gardner | The Rebellious Runaway

Al’in brought about a joy in Violet that she did not recognize. His free and cheerful spirit was opposite her own. While he was willing to practically dance in front of a stranger, she buckled in on herself and let her insecurities control her. She admired his confidence as much, if not more, than she did his wondrous garb.

There were things she wanted to say, but the mention of being a Quincy caused he smile to fade. “You’re a Quincy?” Violet’s question hinted at envy. Her eyes shifted to the sand and water. “I’m supposed to be one too, but I suck. My own parents threw me out cause of how bad I was; can’t embarrass the family, ya know?” Unlike Al’in when he talked of his home, Violet did get upset at her story. Starring off at the water seemed a way to distract herself with something beautiful.

"Anyways!" Violet turned her attention back to him. "You ever get in the water?"

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