Muse: Rupa - Tumblr Posts
The clink of the coins caught his attention, honing in like a kitten to a mouse as his easy going smile melted into a concerned frown. “Waidaminute. Where'chu get dose? When did I evah mention food?” He looked curiously at said golden coins, the sparkle of greed tempered by distrust and pain. “Some sorta magic trick? Are dose even real?” His arm twitched, as if wanting to snatch one but thinking better of it.
A lure to get kids into the slave trade, he’d seen this sort of ploy before. Rando guy trying to promise all the little tykes dreams with a false, too sweet smile, like the cheese in the mouse trap. Once they’re in...snap!
Caught like helpless mice.
“Yeah, no, buddy. Yer gonna need paper dough, ya get me? We left da gol’ standahd a while ago? But moah 'mport'ntly, what’s yer gimmick? Wass th' catch?"
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. "Sorry, I'm too old ta be goin' wit' strangers, thanks," He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). "I'm kinda busy, so if that's all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?" He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5's and 1's as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. "So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I'd appreciate it." He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
Rupa let the coins fall into his hands, letting them sit there as he still felt weary about this whole plot. But then that line...it was...so..so insane, he didn't even entertain the thought. Wha-!" He laughed in disbelief. "What is this?! Ya think dis is some kinda joke? That I'm some...damsel in distress th' needs savin'? Dude...." he scoffed, glaring at...this...Raesal...? incredulously, letting the coins drop to the ground, the metal ringing sharp on the concrete under their feet. "Ya seriously think I'm gonna go wit' ya now? Wha-what mental hospital did YOU break outta? Dis some kinda sick joke ya like ta, ta play on homeless people, huh?" He was...a little harsh on the poor guy. But hey, he was done getting bullied and knocked down for just tryin' ta survive.
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
That least the guy could see that Rupa needed proof, but it still didn't explain things. "Okay....okay....say I believed ya? What sort of...proof?" He stepped forward cautiously, his legs tensing to jump away if necessary.
And jump he did! The sudden appearance of said golden rose had him leaping back a few feet, arms poised at the ready to block anything that came. Especially with Rae being really freaky-like. "Some kinda aht show?" He murmured, watching as a rip in the very space itself torn through the air. "Izzat...a medieval village?....Nuh-uh, no way. I said I ain't no damsel 'n dis ain't no fairy tale."
Wait a minute...a new start, a new home. Hell, he probably could nab the rose, sell it for a load of cash if he was quick enough and situation turned desperate.
"...okaaaay...say I buy dis..." he gestured to the portal with a nonchalant wave of his hand, "dis whole thing. What'f I wanna go back? 'N how do I know dis isn't some...intergalactic slave trade 'n that's jus' th' pretty screensavah?"
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
Rupa seemed to consider his options here, looking hesitant still, though Rae's demeanor helped "Aight Rae...I get ta keep this here flowah, right? I'll need ta test it out foist, ya get me?" Now in regards to his living arrangements, if at all, he considered those too.
A family might be nice but it would still feel stifling. A house on his own might be idyllic but he had no idea how the new world would work. A guest at the castle may make him untouchable, but he still was in a gilded cage...
Being in such an affluent and powerful house though, if he played his cards right, would lead to many more opportunities...where he could live in that big mansion he always wanted...
"Say I go wit'ya, in th' palace? I'd get my own room? Go and leave when I please?" He asked with a growing glimmer of giddy anticipation. "'N nobody would bothah me?"
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
The idea of any sort of military force possibly at Rupa’s beck and call already enticed the young man’s greedy side. “So…yer sayin’, any sorta scuzzball ‘r douchebag tries ta look a me funny 'nd they’re dead.” He smirked, already gaining a avaricious gleam in his eyes as he studied the glittering magic rose? “So, ya can learn magic? Real and true magic?!” His eyes lost their greedy shine for something more akin to childish wonder and hope. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time…. Then his protesting, self preserving thoughts came back. “Hol'up. What sorts catches ahe there? Tuition must be a fortune. Is theh even a school?” He regarded this fairytale prince suspiciously.
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.
“So, i’s nawt on’a those…’look funny ‘nd yer dead!’ sortsa situations? Okey, I kin deal with that. I’s fair, I take it? No one does any funny business, yeh?” Rupa questioned, though the mention of magic grabbed his attention real quick, his suspicions raising again. Though they were quickly quelled by amazement and childish imagination, something he hadn’t felt in a very long while… The imagery of a grand ivory cathedral with ornate trappings and elegant designs pulled his gaze towards the portal, taking in all the immaculate splendor of the structure. “Magic? Ya mean laike th’ Harry Potter wizarding shit? Fo’ real?!…Nd yer nawt pulling my leg?” He asked skeptically with a raised eyebrow. “Huh, okey, I’ll bite. Damn, that looks impressive. You sho’ i’s’not a church’r somethin’?”
"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time
The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.