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Painting near a Horde; ; Graded
Topic Started: Oct 15 2016, 08:33 PM (441 Views)
Temudo

It was a good day to be on the countryside. The sky was clear and a nice, warm Fall breeze was currently easing through the field of grass and the occasional tree Koan-Sha found himself in.

"Ahh, today is a good day for a painting... Maybe adding some animals would be a good idea too. Yeah, a countryside with a couple of critters and a small house in the background and a 'city of tents' in the middle of a forest... wait a city of tents?"

It took him quite by surprise when he noticed the amount of tents near himself. He felt compelled to approach it, but the probability of danger was a deterrent on that front. Although he could just keep painting. Yeah, he'd just keep painting the landscape with the 'city of tents', as he was calling it. His paint critters, however basic, were enough to help him get a feel for what the landscape would look like, though being pure black was a bit hard on the color scheme.

"Good day for painting indeed..."
Edited by Temudo, Oct 15 2016, 08:34 PM.
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The sound of loud snoring ran rampant in Kull's horde of tents. The sound of rest that made a lullaby of stampeding bulls. The night before Kull had decided to have a party, the last few nights of raiding cities had been a general success. With only a few minor scratch ups where he had been tossed out of a window, his body was still sore and aching from that day. But to raise the spirits of others he intended to have a bit of a feast and festival. It may not have been the most efficient use of their food and time, but Skale had made it a point to keep tabs on their reserves in terms of food. And had assured Kull that a small feast would probably have made things alright. After his outburst... he needed to prove the boys that he was still a good guy. At least to them, and that the little rage induced manner he had attacked them with had likely made them waver in his leadership. Parties were good for finding that.

He snored soundly in the cool autumn weather, best to enjoy it now before the harsh winter would come and make life difficult.

"Oi, Kull! We've got a visitor!"

"Ugh..."
He dragged his face across the rough ground of the tent before sitting up and scratched his back. "What...? It's too early in the morning for this... especially after that party..."

Pushing his way out of his tent, he looked around expecting something like wary cops, some tourists, or just some of annoyance that just had to be dealt with. Yet when he poked his head out all that he could really see was that there was some guy painting some distance away from them. "That's it...?" Really a painter that was going out of his way to make some drawing. He was too tired, to hung over, and too tame to really do anything about the situation. That festival and feast had sated the dragon in him and lowered his temperament to mild levels that made even the draconic raider calm for some time.

"He might be a spy or something."

"...Fine, I'll go and deal with him. Go and get Skale in case this actually leads to something." With a flick of the wrist the watchmen for his horde had gone off to Skale's tent to wake him up from his drunken slumber.

Walking over to the painter Kull would approach in a calm manner that was unlike his usual self. Calm, temperate, unwrathful, to anyone else it would appear that the scaled man had no ill intentions. "So... what's a painter like you doing out in the wild's right here?" He's said with his sharp claws by his side as he approached overlooking the painter, but still hiding away the daunting intentions of what he was really thinking.
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Temudo

As he noticed the large man walking towards him, Koan-Sha thought nothing of it until he spoke. The tone in which he spoke... it sent shivers up his spine. It was like the man wanted to harm him or something of the like if he answered wrongly. He tried to keep the underlying fear off his voice, but anyone with enough experience could tell that he was inwardly wary.

"Today is a good day for painting and since I don't get too many of these in Fall, I decided to take my chance today. Why do you ask?"

While he spoke, he never took his eyes from his painting besides a quick glance at the man who came near him, taking his... ragged... appearance and going back to the focus on his painting. He didn't use a paint brush, though, he was painting with his fingers and a pool of ink growing between his left palm. He'd dip his fingers slightly and paint a bit. The ink seemingly changed colors as time passed, going between orange for the sun, a light blue for the sky and even a snow white tone for the critters. His forehead was drenched with sweat though, as this was (for himself) an advanced use of his quirk. Never had his family used anything like colors for the quirk, mainly because they either used it to study animals like his father or to create sculptures and such like his mother, never caring for the color besides black and white. It was fairly draining, but he felt like with practice, he could eventually do this effortlessly. He could only hope this wouldn't take as much time to master as it had to discover, he had been trying to do this for months! This was his pilot painting, if you could call it that, and he thought he was doing well. His t-shirt, one of the ones he brought with himself for the travel specifically to not get the other ones dirty with paint, was colored every color in his painting and some more, though he didn't care. Sacrifices must be made.

"I hope you don't mind my lack of attention, but this is new territory for me in terms of finger painting."
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"So you're a painter then? A finger painter at that."

Kull wasn't much into art, especially since most stuff that involved art wasn't good for living. As pretty as the paint was, you couldn't eat it, he never sold it, and it was really only a distraction from stuff that he needed to do. He figured that most of the city folk just did it to kill time cause they had nothing important to do in their lives. He could understand watching plays or seeing a movie (not that he ever had seen many) but drawings and paintings... that stuff just didn't matter to him.

More importantly, though, this guy was just painting pictures of trees, grass and leaves when it was right in front of him. Art people were weird. "I'm asking cause you're on Dragon Skull Territory. And if you're a cop, some spy, or some idiot that thought it was a good idea to walk around our camp unprotected, well... we're just going to have to make sure that you keep that lip of yours zipped." He grabbed the guy by the collar and lifted him up in the air. He didn't look all that imposing, but that was all the more reason to make sure that he wasn't some kind of informant or spy to give away their position to the cops in the city.

"I hope that you're not wearing a wire or anything, or else things are going to end up being much worse for you." He began to pat down the guy's body, nearly tearing off his clothes with his talons as if to make sure that he wasn't actually wearing one and then proceeded to check his body for anything like an antenna or some communication device where he'd be traceable. "This ain't a safe place for you to painting pal, sorry to say." His voice was daunting and yet also seemed devoid of any bloodlust or anger.
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Temudo

A wire? Why would he wear a wire? Was this man a criminal or something? He had mentioned the police, and spies, oddly enough, but he had never heard of this 'Dragon's Skull' group, and he had a feeling he didn't want to find out.

"Uhh... Could you let me down? I'm not sure why you'd be afraid of the authorities, but I'm just an artist travelling around the country."

He was pretty intimidated by this man, now that he had a good look at him. He seemed like the kind of man who would break you if you so much as looked at him the wrong way, though he was unnervingly calm if his eyes were anything to go by. His hands- wait, were those talons? Amazing, it seemed as if this man had had his limbs become like those of a raptor's. It must be a product of his quirk or perhaps someone else's.

"Sorry to intrude on your invasive checkup, but if you could let me get back to my painting, the ink is drying and I'd hate to loose my chance. So, could you let me down? Please?"

He knew he was probably testing his boundaries, and he could probably end up in the hospital or even the morgue, but this painting was coming of well due to his new technique and he'd like to make it great!
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The guy seemed more interested in his painting than he did his own life. Weird, but he didn't have a reason to really hurt the guy if he was just going around to paint some pictures of scenery that was right in front of him. And after checking him out he didn't seem like actually had anything on him that would send of information. No wire, no camera, no antenna, and if he had some kind of telecommunications quirk well... it's not like he'd know. He really just seemed to want to paint the landscape.

He dropped the guy and then yawned, it was too early to get riled up over something so small. But admittedly, it was better to be safe than sorry. "Fine, you can go and paint the place here. On two conditions of course." He held out a single talon as if to make sure that he as counting correctly. "You can't tell anyone that we're here, or that you've seen us here. Got it? The last thing we need are the cops, or some heroes, or bounty hunters trying to mob us while we're taking a nap out here. It's the only time of peace we ever really get and I'm not going to let someone ruin it for us because they wanted to get a good picture fo the place."

His second talon was raised up as he pointed towards the camp. "Term two is simple, you have to come on inside and have a bit of a meal with us. If you're a traveler, true and true, then you must be hungry or thirsty. We've got some supplies to spare, and as a man who prides himself on going from place to place without a real home to stay in. I can offer you a little bit of comfort before you head on out." In truth he just really didn't completely trust the guy yet. And often feeding a man bread and wine could loosen a tongue more than a talon to the throat. Though of course, tearing a tongue off would also assure that he wouldn't talk. But for a painter it would probably be best to cut off his hands... but he wasn't that cruel. Not yet at least, he was too tired and pacified to think of such cruel and bloody means of ensuring his horde's safety.

"Hey Kull, I heard that there was some kind of problem going on here? What's up with this guy?" Skale, Kull's right-hand man had walked over from his own tent. Just as tired and worn out form the previous days of raiding as Kull was. And seemingly wasn't all that interested in actually hurting the painter in front of him.

"this guy's a traveling painter, and I was inviting him in for some food and drink. You know, just to make sure that he's been fed and all." He looked at Skale as if to impress his plan onto him.

"I see, well come on in, the others will be up soon and start feasting without you if you don't hurry on in." Skale left for one of the larger tents which had been made the defacto feasting hall.

"Well come on in, I don't bite. Not this early in the morning, and only if you're not a boar. Tell me... how far have you traveled to get all the way over here? You from the city?" Kull questioned the painter as he leads him towards the large tent, helping him carry his painting if he so desired. If this was some kind of rich city boy, he might have to ransom him off rather than just let him go. Winter was coming, and he needed to get whatever funds he needed to make sure they made it through it.
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
Earnings:

  • Kull Ganzorig - 9 EXP, 900 cash, N/A
  • Koan-Sha Makkurona - 90 EXP, 900 cash, N/A
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Not much I can say for an incomplete, I'm afraid. </3 At least it's graded naow.
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