IV - Home

Jun. 12th, 2011 01:31 pm
favorthebold: (I lol'ed)
Well - here I am, then, back among the masses, and let none say that this realm is completely without its kindness. The name of my home city is Tezzei. Oh, it was not real, to be sure. But the name was real, and that is all that I need.

You've done without me somehow, I hope, Capitan Kiba. I shall return to duty as soon as it pleases you.



And you, mia doma Mona Lisa. There is something I wish for you to see.
favorthebold: (I lol'ed)
[The PCD switches on with a fizz, placed on a table in the kitchen of Saul's small riverside house. Saul is sitting by an open window, looking distinctly better than he had last time around, and also looking totally blissed out. He leans out of the window, holding onto a long pole and staring outside eagerly.

A moment later he hauls in the catch - a large cooking pot tied to the edge of the pole, now containing a respectable amount of steaming hot lasagna. With a great bright smile, he sets it down on the table next to a bottle already full of the red wine that rained earlier, and settles into a chair, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.]


Perfection. Wherever it comes from, they have a fine cook.

[He notices the recording then, but just smiles at it as he switches it off.]
favorthebold: (Saul in the corner)
[The feed clicks on to the pretty, colorful pattern of dozens of shards of glass, in various colors, all scattered on a table. Saul sits next to the table, playing with the glinting pieces, making them clink and gleam. Deeply thoughtful, he moves between toying with the glass and making notes on sheet of paper, a list maybe. He muses out loud]

The tools, though... where do I find the tools? There is no 'makeshift' in this art...

[He sketches something quick on the paper, then looks at the PCD.]

Are there men in this city who can work metal?
favorthebold: (Saul in the corner)
[The PCD clicks on - as they usually do - by a light nudge, revealing the very unlikely scene of Saul sitting at a table, completely engrossed in the task of mending his red neckerchief. The inside view reveals his house to be a surprisingly cozy place - the windows are all repaired, the floor is clean and there's a betty lamp burning away on the table.

Saul himself doesn't look much the worse for wear either. He is hunched over his work, squinting a little as he carefully stitches together the frayed pattern the cloth. After a moment, he stops, spreads it out and gives it a critial look-over, then nods in satisfaction before his gaze falls on the PCD.]


Hello.

You're nothing but trouble, mm?

[Apparently unfazed, he picks up the PCD, looks into it with mild interest for a moment then switches it off.]



((OOC: Yeah someday I'll properly find an image for Saul's awesome outfit or something. But he properly wears that neckerchief all the time even if his icons are fail DX.))

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