Abresi Is Home To Another

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

 Abresi bustles per usual, the market festive and lively, and the square jittering with the gossip of maids and housewives. The sun pulls itself high in the sky, shining down on Lloyd Gratch's head. This stick of a man wanders into Abresi, eyes darting left and right. A small bead of sweat runs down his face, unbeknownst whether from the heat or nerve.

 

"Hurry up!"

 

Lloyd looks backwards with a grimace at his "valet" Turk, who's carrying his luggage. Lloyd smooths down the fibers on his tunic, carrying on through the busy city. He looks about, sneering at some of the people and calling back to Turk occasionally. Lloyd halts, taking a seat on one of the public benches. He motions for Turk to sit, letting him rest. Lloyd lets out a small smile, looking at the sky. He kills it immediately, shaking his head spastically. 

 

"Oi, there must be somethin' wrong with me today..."

 

Lloyd shivers off the impending feeling that he may be getting soft. He looks about this city of opportunity, waiting for his associate. Lloyd scrunches up his nose, shifting his decorative dagger's sheath off his leg. 

 

"How long does it take a man to go from Kralta ta Abresi?"

 

Lloyd's impatience begins to get the better of him, and he begins to twitch, tap his foot, or sniff loudly. He alternates between actions, waiting as patiently as someone like him can. He scratches at his chin, the long and limp hairs shifting at the touch. His lips curl in a frown as he stops the twitching and moving. His eyes focus in on the gate, watching for the arrival of his associate. 

[BegginLena 135]

(I don't even know what this is about, please make the Rp post more clear)

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

(I don't even know what this is about, please make the Rp post more clear)

 

((It's an introduction post.))

 

Lloyd watches the city, wondering about his future home.

[Major Tom 139]

Turk, Lloyd's dim witted valet, sits down on the ground next to the bench his Master is sat on. As he rests on the ground he rummages through his huge (and trusty) backpack, sweating heavily and panting as he searches for his canteen. After finding his canteen and taking a large swig of the filthy water, he looks up to his Master with a big dumb smile on his face.

 

"Well if 'e ain' gots a 'orse, nay a carriage, might possibly takes a long while to gets 'ere."

 

This "rebellious" statement obviously gained Turk a proper smacking from Lloyd. The strike didn't actually hurt the big brute, but still he yelped and rubbed his not-so bruised head as to make his Master feel stronger than he actually is. So it was that simple Turk rubbed his head and said "'Ello!" to all the people walking about the area.

 

((Man I really like this character))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.