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crown prince ([personal profile] bitemark) wrote in [community profile] players2018-06-01 01:16 pm

STARDUST CHRONICLES


twin adventures in the sky
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[personal profile] esser 2018-06-22 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sounds good, is what she'd like to answer but instead she falls silent with a shake of her head she knows her brother will pick up on. Unlike Quatre, she's not the type to elbow her way to the front of a crowd if uncalled for; she knows for a fact that the mother isn't still in the wagon because she was the last to disembark. But she's nowhere in sight, and it gives her pause. What if there was more to the worried face that the woman had made -- what if she just hadn't read it well enough?

She trades a look with Quatre -- the two of them have been together for as long as either can remember, inseparable; family doesn’t need words for something like this. ]


Here. Hold my hand so we won't get lost. [ She offers it and the child complies, shyly at first as they look up at both of the siblings. The small hand trembles in hers and Esser holds it gently, the expression on her face much softer now. ] Do you know someone who lives in this village?

[ Holding back a sniffle, the child nods. "My nan lives here," is what they answer, but it's the next words that worry her. "Mama said we should stay with her for a while and that we can't go home." It's not a line that's difficult to follow -- that they had run from something, someone, but it had likely followed them here. The woman must know something that she shouldn't. Esser is sure Quatre has pieced together the same.

She gives the square around them another thorough look, the sense of focus from new knowledge helpful in determining what’s relevant or not. Her eyes are sharp; you can’t shoot a gun without being aware of your surroundings, so it doesn’t take her long to find it this time. ]


By the house to your right. [ In a hushed tone, she points it out to Quatre without drawing too much attention to themselves or being too conspicuous about it. There’s a piece of cloth fallen at the corner of a fence, clean enough not to have been there for long, by the looks of it. She wants him to go take a look. ] I’ll find someone safe to stay with her child. I won’t be long.

[ They can’t be dragging the little one into whatever scuffle might ensue. ]
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[personal profile] tranchant 2018-06-25 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's okay. Let Quatre elbow everything. He has been with Esser ever since he opened his eyes, so of course he understands her small gestures and expressions. He simply nods and lets her do the talking. His ears stay perked, flickering every now and then, but pin back when those foreboding words come out of a child's mouth. It kicks up his agitation, but he's capable of containing it to only a quirk of his lips and the twitch of his brow.

All the questions he has pile up though he knows this child won't be able to give him an answer, so he leaves it for the mother that they'll be able to track down later. Or at least he intends to track her down. He prepares for what he might need to see, who he might have to end, and the worst... Possibly nothing at all.
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Understood.

[ Quatre is quick to fade and make quick work. In a second he's already investigating the cloth. Picking it up, he analyzes it before pressing forward without Esser. Don't worry. Twin senses will tell him when to return after he interrogates everyone that hangs around this odd alley it takes him. While his appearance does shake up some locals, his peppy and rather lyrical way of speaking helps him get some hints and clues.

When it's time, Quatre backtracks to rendezvous with his twin. Raising his hand and calling out to her, he tries to get her attention.
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A handful of people said they heard some kind of chase. "A lot of footsteps" to be specific, but they weren't there to see what was really going on. [ Resting a hand on his hip, the other fishes for the cloth in his pocket to show to her. ] It has the same pattern.

[ Native to a village nearby, then also worn by a couple of people in the caravan they were in. ]