Unexplained Yorl RP: Staring Rojo & Devon!

[Seven]

He smiles, standing up and holding out his hand, "You'll have to eventually, you know."

[Rojo]

Rojo looked at Devon, a "help-me" look on his face. Then he grinned. He might as well show off...
He leaped from the boat, and hit the docks running and made his way towards the crowd. They rushed towards him, screaming and yelling. He screwed up his eyes, gods this was gonna be hard...He jumped, going over the heads of the crowd. He landed on someone's head and began running along people's heads. This would look very strange, and Rojo swore he could here Squall laughing somewhere...he jumped and grabbed onto a bulky dock stall's cloth top, swinging up onto it. He looked back at Devon, a speck on a boat now. He grinned, then grabbed onto the woodwork supporting the outside of the building. He shimmied along until he could pull himself up onto window. A teenage girl opened the window and tried to pull him into the room, but he pulled himself onto the roof of the building. He beckoned for Devon to follow alongside him. THe crowd was building near the boat again, people bombarding Devon with questions
"Who are you?"
"What is your affiliation with Mr. Rodriguez?"
"Are you two lovers?"
Everybody looked at the man who asked the last question. He suddenly looked very bashful, and muttered "sorry..." before shuffling to the back of the crowd

[Seven]

Devon stared in amazement at Rojo's feat of gymnastics. How the HELL did Rojo expect him to replicate that!!? He might have some prowess in magic and fighting, but it's not like he could do all those swift flippy moves that Rojo is so fond of!

He didn't have a chance ot contemplate further though, as he was attacked with questions and curious people. He glared over at Rojo's speck--a sort of sarcastic 'Thanks for ditching me with YOUR fans!'

He put up his hands in defense as all the people hurried over to him with question after question. He stared as well at the 'lovers' tidbit. Was it THAT strange for two young men to travel together? He winced a little, "no," he replied without hesitation.

He then tipped his hat, trying to move causally through the masses, "Well...pleasure speaking with you all.." he smiled nervously. "Bye!" and took off as fast as he could, glaring up at Rojo on the rooftop, his eyes commuicating, "DAMMIT ROJO--HELP ME!!'

[Rojo]

Rojo laughed. It was even funnier from a bird's eye view; one little speck running away from a lot of other specks. He shrugged in a 'my-hands-are-tied-but-only-becuase-it-amuses-me-for-them-to-be-tied' way. Then he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled
"RUN!" and then he jumped from the roof to the next and dropped into an alley, he poked his head around the corner
"OI! YOU WANT TO QUESTION ME? TRY IT!"
Most of the crowd diverted from Devon and chased after Rojo, but a good few still persisted after the noble.

Rojo ran. He ran to the end of the alley and turned into a street. He heard the crowd behind him and kept pelting down the street, until he saw more people coming down the other end of it. He turned into another alley and hopped a fence into someone's garden. He continued vaulting and somersaulting over walls as the crowd of people had difficulty all climbing over the fences at once...
He jumped and grabbed someone's clothesline, and swung around it twice before people started snatching at his feet. He swung off, and flew through the air. By the gods he loved acrobatics...he landed on a back porch roof and gained access to the rooves again. He jumped to another, then slid down into another street. Dead end. He flapped his hands; there were no alleys now. No escape.
A door opened beside him and a hand dragged him inside a room, and covered his mouth.

((Something similar should happen to Devon, someone shouldpull him out of harms way. But I'll leave that up to you))

[Seven]

((do you mean he gets pulled into a random room? ok...))

Devon glared at his comrade who was ditching him for the sake of amusement alone. And honestly, how popular could a man be that upon his arrival the whole city took them by storm? His time in Yorl certainly would be interesting to say the least. Too bad he was no longer as young and limber as he used to, or else he'd ask Rojo to demonstrate how one does such acrobats, as it was proving itself to be a useful skill.

The poor noble, lost in a foreign city, in a foreign world--how did Rojo expect him to make his way through the city alone, being chased by hordes of fans? All he could do was rely on his intuition, skidding left and right from time to time, and giving surprised yelps when another group tried to cut him off. He thought he'd never ran so much in his life. And upon reaching a dead end alley, he turned around, realizing he must now fight through the crowds of people, or at least try to answer all of their questions. He swallows hard, as if his impending doom is approaching, when suddenly, he is swept off his feet, pulled through a door beside him.

[Rojo]

Rojo struggles, trying to push his captor away.
"Shut up!" his captor orders him.
Through the small dingy window of the room Rojo can see the crowd come to the dead end, then turn around and hurry away. He feels the hand release from his mouth and he spins away to look at the person.

A man with a scraggly beard and black hair stands before him. A tri-corn hat and a moleskin overcoat are the two most notable features of his clothing, and a few strange objects and instruments upon his belt, including a longsword and a pistol. After a moment both men's faces cracked into grins
"Captain Squall Blackheart"
"Rojo Rodriguez"
They shook hands thouroughly.
"Thanks. I thought I'd never get away from them...but I need to find my friend.." said Rojo
"Don't worry...Faelin and Turin have got him covered..."

ROugh hands would pull Devon through a door and then slender, more thin ones would be placed over his mouth. Gently, yet firm. After Devon's respective crowd had left, his mouth would be released and the dwarf he had seen earliar along with a busty elf woman would move into view
"Ye alrigh', kid?" asks Turin.

[Seven]

It was quite a shock to be pulled away suddenly; he didn't know how to judge an occurence as he had never had to deal with it before in his life. His thought immediately had jumped to something negative, but then he sees who is kidnappers are. Why, not kidnappers at all, it seems they only wished to pull him out of the dangers of an obsessive crowd.

Devon smiles gratefully at the familiar face, "Yes, I cannot fully express my gratitude in seeing you again and for helping me." He sighs, finally being able to catch his breath. He then notices that Turin has a companion beside him--and how could he miss her! She was indeed a delightful sight to take in (though he took care to not stare), bewitching even. Of course, her long and pointed ears grasped his curiousity, for he had never seen such a thing. Did this mean that she too was inhuman? Or did some humans in Yorl just have pointed ears? There was no way he could ask though, without sounding foolish. Dwarves, Rojo had given him forewarning about, though he hadn't the faintest in the area of elves. And Rojo was not here to drop him subtle hints about how to behave, leaving the poor noble at a loss.

Though it might strike them slightly odd to see a man staring at a woman's ears instead of her cleavage. He blinked, realizing his curiousity was having his way with him again, and it was very rude to stare at any body part of another person's. He realized he had failed to introduce himself; how disgraceful, especially in such lovely company! But Devon handled it graciously, smiling at the two, "Forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself to the young lady. Devon began to give a bit of a bow, though he realized such a thing might be considered odd here, so instead he turned it more into a nod of his head, "I am Devon van Shire, a pleasure to meet you," he then gave a smile to Turin, "and a pleasure to meet with you again." He stood back up. "Thank you once again for helping me. Do you know where Rojo has disappeared to though? "
He then murmured a bit, more to himself, "I'm afraid I'm quiet lost without him..."

[Rojo]

Squall sits upon an table and looks at Rojo
"Your elf friend and lizard fried beat me up for not telling 'em where you were"
"So I've heard..." replied Rojo with another grin
"She's got a nice-"
"Posterior, yes, I know, but you musn't treat her like a slab or meat; she's a person. She has feelings."
"I got certain feelings around her, too..."
"SQUALL!!"

Turin nodded in recognition too, nut Faelin was quite bemused; she was used to men (And occasionaly women) staring at her breasts, in fact, she was so used to it by now she even sometimes let people touch them, but she wasn't used to people staring at her ears.
"What? Never seen an elf before? Or are you trying to be a gentleman?" she laughed, wondering whether he would get her meaning, then nodded also "I'm Faelin."

[Seven]

In truth, Devon never had seen an elf before (though he was POSITIVE Rojo mentioned them once in passing...), but being witty and wise with words, he found a way to get around it by answering her other questions.

He smiled sharply, making his expression very serene. "Well, dear Faelin, I don't know how much longer I can remain a gentleman in the enchanting company of someone so bewitching as yourself...." Screw whether or not people thought he was strange! Devon had customs already high-wired into his mind, and god damnit, he wasn't changing them again just to seem 'normal.' Besides, if any of his actions seemed unordinary, it could always be explained as him being eccentric. And maybe a little eccentricity was exactly what he needed after being stuck in the stuffy rooms of nobility. Maybe seeming eccentric would be a blessing, at least making him more intersting in character.

[Rojo]

Squall grinned cheekily, a grin to rival Rojo's.
"They should be along any moment..."

Turin gestured towards the back door with his head
"You'll be seeing yer mate soon egnough"
Faelin waggled a finger at Devon; she was used to flattery, and it didn't work anymore. You didn't need to flatter her or buy her things. All you needed was a handsome face, some gold to steal, and just ask.

[Seven]

Devon mock-pouted, as if severely hurt by the wave of her finger. It didn't last long though, as he was still on a bound of excitement that drove him giddy. He certainly did have the handsome face, though his garb was quite strange and probably inappropriate for the region. He smiled widely, also quite content with his ironic decision to defy all that he had been taught (abiding by the rules of society, in other words), by maintaining his current mannerisms. As a great writer once said on the cbox, he's pretty much gone through, "Screw whether people think I'm weird, I've been taught to talk this way and that's the way I'm gonna do it, damnit!" ((Sorry, I had to immortalize that in this post, haha!))

He then looked down at Turin, nodding happily, "That's good, do you know, perchance, when that reunion will occur?"

[Rojo]

((Oh-ho, you greasy bastard...-ess...))

Turin chuckled
"Soon egnough.." and he walked over, opened the back door and walked outside. Faelin leaned towards Devon teasingly, then leaned away
"You got a pretty face" she says, then follows Turin, her hips swinging unceremoniously.

[Seven]

((*Stands proudly* Indeed I am!))

Devon couldn't help but wonder how long 'soon enough' would be, but he never got to ask, as Turin left the room. And it didn't take much longer for him to realize that Faelin was leaning toward him. He smiles, both graciously and slightly seductively at the compliment, "But not as lovely as yours, Faelin," he ended with a small chuckle. He wondered if he was supposed to stay in this room or follow them out. As no one had told him otherwise, he decided to see where the elf and dwarf were going.

[Rojo]

They lead him through a series of twisting and turning back alleys until Turin opens the door of another house. He walks through to the main room to see Rojo and Squall.
"Devon!" exclaims Rojo with delight to see his friend again, then he grins slyly at Faelin
"I see you've met the temptress Faelin." He reaches out to pull her in, but she pulls away teasingly
"Not unless I'm drunk will you ever meet, Mr. Rodriguez..." she gives a cheeky smile and walks back over to Devon "your friend, however, is a different matter..."

Squall eyes Devon, his sight almost immediatly flicking to his money purse.
"Pleased to make your aqaintance" says Squall, holding out a grubby hand after spitting on it.

[Seven]

Devon returned the delighted look, but then remembered how Rojo jokingly abandoned. He crosses his arms, taking up a mock-indignant tone, "Oh, and you just expect everything to be hank-panky after leaving me with your raging fans at the dock? Well, I must sadly inform you that now I'm going to up-turn my nose," which he does so, with his eyes closed, "and talk to you in a snobbish, pish-posh voice for the rest of the day! Hm!" Of course, this was obviously a joke, an inside joke from what everyone else could tell, though they didn't know how or where Rojo found him. Devon finally opens one eye, giving a glance as if to check if his friend was adequately sorry yet, and he couldn't help but going back to grinning widely, and stretching his neck, "Ah...I swear, I don't know how some people manage to keep their heads craned up like that all the time...."

Devon grinned at Faelin's comment, which stroked his ego. Though this wasn't long lasting, as Squall made his introduction. The noble grimaced a little at the outstretched arm; he didn't want to shake a hand with slimey spit on it. What an unhygenic custom! He might be sick if he had to greet everyone in such a manner. Should he try--ew, no, just the thought of it made him squeemish, though for a second, it looked like he was going to try and bring himself to spit on his hand....

For a brief second, he might have shot Rojo a desperate look. But what could he do, he was in the spot light? Maybe he could just play up his apparent 'foreigness.' Well, at least Devon was clever enough to think up something. He brought his hands together like a buddist monk might and then gave a bow, "The pleasure is all mine; my name is Devon." Though it certainly seemed foreign, Rojo could tell Devon had just made up this 'etiquette' on the spot. Devon couldn't help his fear of germs!