The youth looked delighted at Starlight's words, positively<em>beaming</em>. He swept an overwrought bow, declaiming in a loud voice. "O most beautiful of visions, your compassion warms the heart of this too-cynical youth. I shall compose a dozen lines about your beauty, and a dozen more about your compassion and your kindness!" He raised himself to an upright position, then gestured grandiosely. "I am called Harun Thrice-Blessed, o blessed one, and I shall be certain to await you at the Fountain," he sweeps vaguely towards the cracked and empty monument that had given its name to the plaza, "after the Festival." His voice filled exaggeratedly with innuendo, but it was highly unlikely that he intended it to be taken seriously.<br/><br/>With that, he swept a bow again, and turned to walk into the crowd, passing within an arm's reach of Seven Words of Wisdom. The crowd parts to let him through, but most remain still, staring somewhat stupidly at both Starlight and Silk (who had apparently escaped Harun's notice, being in the opposite direction from the one he left in).<br/><br/>Muttering filled the air once more, and a few people called out to Starlight.<br/><br/>"Hey! Can we join, too?"<br/>"I want to see you again, as well!"<br/><br/>This seemed to cause the crowd to relax, as a collective chuckle passed through it, and many returned to go about their business, though almost all continued to cast their gazes at Starlight and Silk.<br/><br/>As the crowd returned to its somewhat more chaotic state, an Immaculate monk dressed in robes marked with symbols of Pasiap approached Starlight. "Thank you for your patience with him, child." She said, smiling warmly at the younger woman. "These people needed something to smile about."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">AndyZ</div><div class="spoiler_body">As Seven watched the youthful man - Harun, she began to get a sense of what he was seeking... and it was not what she might have initially expected from her own experiences. Rather than any real sexual desire, the young man seemed to be acting from a more... economic desire. He was not, in fact, seeking to seduce Starlight, but rather to induce her away from the crowds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stunt Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-12-15 09:44:06, Winter King (uid: 47759) rolls: 2d10 tn1: 7 tn2: 10 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=83182)<br/>Got lucky this time! 1 point stunt, though.</div></div></div></div><br/><div align="center">*************************</div><br/>Brishah, nodded slowly, her grin unblemished by Krum's unenthusiastic reaction to her laughter. "No, no, I would never wish to accuse a Delzhan of discourtesy. That would be absurd! I'm confident in my abilities, yes, but I'm not<em>insane</em>." She paused, then snickered. "Well, not<em>usually</em>insane."<br/><br/>At Krum's question, she shrugged somewhat helplessly. "I cannot honestly say, to tell you the truth. I'm no martial artist. Of course, I can tell the differences between some of the styles, but I haven't asked, and he's been reticent when others have. I will say that he uses two short swords, though, except, of course, when he's fighting unarmed." She twitched her chin towards the competition, as if to say 'like right now.'<br/><br/><div align="center">*************************</div><br/>As Kheldaran spent a few minutes examining the woman nearby to him, she moved slowly through the crowd, chatting with a few people at a time. Each time, the people appeared to grow somewhat more upset with the current circumstances, muttering darkly and glaring at the wali and his janissaries, only to look away whenever an Immaculate monk moved by.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">HairyHeretic</div><div class="spoiler_body">It takes him longer than he might have hoped, but Kheldaran begins to assemble a sense of who she was, once. The woman bears a few scars - scars that were far more suited to the battlefield than the field of crops. Her clothing was threadbare and worn, indicating a lower-class lifestyle, however, which, while not uncommon amongst the warriors in Akhetan, was rare to see on a <em>native</em> fighter. She definitely seems to have a goal, however, and is scrupulously avoiding Immaculate monks.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls &amp; OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">In the future, feel free to roll the dice on your own - I'll just add the stunt dice, if there are any. In this case, I gave you a 1-point stunt - here's the profile character roll: At 2015-12-15 09:56:40, Winter King (uid: 47759) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 7 tn2: 10 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=83183)<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Having established that, Kheldaran spent another, longer period of time moving through the crowd and attempting to discern what, if anything, else might be amiss. Moving slowly, he caught sight of a young, somewhat seedy looking youth pushing through the crowd, and beyond that, a pair of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen, but was so distracted by this sight that he was not looking where he was going.<br/><br/>At this point, of course, he crashed headlong into another person, who did not move in the slightest, simply taking the impact with the tenacity of a mountain. Looking upon her, Kheldaran realized swiftly that this was perhaps a small problem - an Immaculate monk, and a Dragon-blooded at that, shoves him out of the way. "Stand aside, mortal!" She growled, her eyes flashing like coals.<br/><br/>Beside her, a male monk gently took Kheldaran by the shoulder. "Apologies, elder," he said, though the term held only a smidgeon of the respect it might have when used by a mortal, "but we are on important Immaculate business. Why don't you go take a seat over by the fountain, and rest?" He offered the Crowned Sun a gentle smile, and quietly pushed him towards that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">HairyHeretic</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unfortunately, even as he searched throughout the crowd, he could not find any other signs of dissenters. Not only that, but it appeared he'd lost the woman who had cued him onto it in the beginning!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">And here's the case scene roll: At 2015-12-15 10:01:44, Winter King (uid: 47759) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 7 tn2: 10 Result: 0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=83184) Not only a fail, but a botch! Eep.</div></div></div></div><br/>