Keamba trips and begins to slide head first down the tunnel, cursing sharply as he does.
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"Perfect timing hey?" Keamba spat bitterly through gritted teeth. Power began to crawl off of him in waves, slowly building as he struggled to contain his anger. "Those bastard know just when to turn up. What now ha? Where do we go?"
"House Thrune can go hang for all I care for them, hey, but the real people we need to worry about almost split up this meeting yesterday, you know?" Keamba gestured at both of them sharply. "What about the Hellknights hey? What do we do about them? It isn't like they will just disappear quietly and let us do whatever we want. I am not saying I am out, I am just asking if you have a plan for that. How many people do you have already? Where are you based? What are your funds and how far do you reach? Do you have secret trade lines out of the city?" He shoots off the questions in a rush, frowning.
My apologies all, I have had an unexpected house guest for the last while and had no time to post. Getting posts up now. Thank you for your patience. -Rob
Keamba read his letter when the light rose right, making note of everything he needed to before tearing it in to four, crumpling it in to a ball and setting it alight. After it had burned to ash, he mixed it with a cup of chickens blood, before drawing the symbol of Mfuello on his wrists, heart and lips. He made his way to the Inn where the others had planned to meet, After his morning prayer and preparation, the blood paste cleaned from his lips bit hidden on his heart and wrists. He arrived late to their meeting and hung back, watching for a minute, before walking slowly to the group. He stood looking down at the table before bowing his head with a smile. "I am Keamba Mafiki of the Ijo Bonuwat. I would join your number. May I sit?"
Keamba frowned but folded the piece of paper and slid it in to a pocket. "So a play and what...? Revolution? Okay. I can get behind this I guess." He smiled grimly. "Always enjoy a reason to get one over on the bastards who run this place!"
Keamba arches his eyebrow and tuts softly. "Another wasted trip and almost running in to those c+%#s in the spiky armour for what? Nothing. Talks of freedom? A childs dream. We are none of us free." He scowled, pulling out another wad of rustleaf from a pouch at his waist and beginning to chew it thoughtfully. "But... if you mean it, I will listen to this so called freedom. This lady is right though," Keamba grinned, baring red stained teeth as he did, gesturing to Vara. "Her performance was beautiful, as was mine. Surely we deserve something for making this trip!"
Keamba takes the script and reads through it, memorizing his piece before rolling it up and sticking it in to his pocket. He hops up on to the stage and tosses his coat to the side before rolling up his sleeves and moving to his mark. He takes a minute centering himself, before beginning.
Keamba smiles cockily at the Hellknight before walking past the retreating women and the rest of the crowd, and pushing his way inside. "F+#$ing Hellknight scum!" He muttered under his breath as he stepped in to the building.
"We aren't loitering if we have a legitimate reason to be here..." Keamba said calmly, standing up straight and stepping forward, glaring up at the Hellknight with mutiny in his eyes. "There was a call for actors, looking for work. Well I am here to get money so I can live. I do not loiter!"
Keamba stood to the side, heavily muscled arms crossed across his chest as he watched the crowd with disinterest. The call for actors was too good to pass up, especially now that he needed the godsdamned money. He was an impressive sight, tall and picturesque, his jaw strong, looking as if he had been carved from dark, glorious marble. His thick dreadlocks were tied back out of his eyes which glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light, two silver circles bright and unnerving. As he stood there he idly chewed on a wad of rustleaf, savoring the bitter taste of the medicinal herb, staining his teeth a bright ghastly shade of red as he did.
Yeah... Lettu looks like a demon. Little horns, fangs, pointy ears, red skin, prehensile tail, leathery skin. Not human at all! :o Sounds like my ex...
Keamba looks and acts completely human. There isn't really any physical way to tell he is anything but a normal man of Mwangi decent.
Thank you for the selection. I'm ready for my closeup!
Aww well, that is a pity. Have fun guys. And thanks Cuc for the feedback.
Good luck to all of you.
Exciting times ladies and gents.
I feel you. I set out to run one Skulls amd Shackles PbP and ended up with 3 tables.
And here is Kin. I think I have most of his stuff there. Any comments or questions, please don't hesitate. |