| Subject: Having fun on our day off |
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Cas
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Date Posted: 16:45:23 05/20/02 Mon
Cas was overwhelmed by the news of Tegol’s death. The crimelord dipped his hands into nearly all aspects of business in this part of town. His murder would effect just about everybody. Gang members would rise up against their leaders when they couldn’t supply them with drugs anymore. The remaining lieutenants were probably all backstabbing their way to the top at this very moment. Cas shook his head and buried his hands in his pockets as he walked alongside Eremis. Stuff like this was exactly why he never got himself involved in that sorta thing.
He managed to forget all about stupid crimelords and the consequences their deaths brought about when they entered the faire grounds. The onetime market square and connecting streets was in a moderately middle-class section of the city, though most of the beggars and such had been pushed into hiding for a couple days. Cas’s eyes widened with excitement; faires were always great pickings for a practiced pickpocket like himself. Maybe he was no seasoned professional thief, but like most kids who’d grown up on the streets, he could move from one end of the faire to the other like a ghost, and come out with his pockets brimming with gold.
He lifted a light purse or two while Eremis was busy getting them some food and ale. When they made their way to a wooden table to eat, he dumped the little cloth purses out, counting out twelve coppers and two silver pieces altogether. “Aw, don’t gimme that look,” he said to Eremis with a grin, when the healer eyed the stolen money. The healer shrugged and got out his paints and brushes, instructing Cas to lean forward and hold still so he could paint his face.
The cold feel of the paint on his skin felt creepy, although he did like the warmth of his friend’s fingers as he held his chin steady. Cas kept smiling and laughing, and trying to talk, since it was hard for him to be so absolutely still and silent for so long. Eremis did his best to shush him and finish his artwork. When the healer pronounced himself finished, Cas turned his head so he could work on the other side, but his green eyes widened considerably when he saw the line of people before them.
“I want a big flower painted on my face,” announced a blonde-haired little girl, as she tugged on Eremis sleeve. The healer looked momentarily stumped as another woman spoke up, asking him how much he charged.
“You have to talk to my manager,” he said, nodding at Cas.
“Oh, nice save, Master Painter,” Cas retorted, rolling his eyes. Eremis only smiled and turned to wash his brush silently while awaiting his “manager’s” response to their customers.
Cas turned to stare up at the woman with the four children. “A silver piece each,” he announced, grinning as she turned to dig through her purse. She handed each child a coin before moving to stand off to the side. The first little girl did the same, her little hand-embroidered purse looped tentatively over her shoulder. Now THAT would be an easy steal, he thought with a grin, but there was no way in hell he’d steal from a little kid.
Thus began Eremis’ first attempt at making money without whoring himself since Cas had met him. The demon boy took his new role as manager with gusto, leaping onto the top of the table and yelling out to all the little boys and girls who passed through. He even lifted one of the laughing children onto his shoulders, her pink cheeks showing off Eremis’ handiwork on both sides as he paraded around the area in front of their table, advertising to the passers by.
“How about a break?” he asked Eremis, setting down a little boy this time and grinning at him as he ran off to find his mother. He rubbed the bases of his horns with two fingers, feeling a headache coming on. The kids had all thought it great fun to hold on to him like that, their little feet kicking against his chest as if he were a horse or a bull. Normally, he didn’t like people touching his horns, but for some reason he hadn’t really minded this time.
After Eremis agreed and packed up his painting supplies, Cas grabbed him by the hand and led him through the crowd. He couldn’t wipe the idiotic smile off his face as they wandered through the faire, buying cotton candy to munch on and playing a few stupid games on the way. He’d never had this much fun at a faire before!
Their pockets were full of wooden toys and useless trinkets as Cas won yet another prize, this time knocking over a stack of cans with a little ball—which wasn’t too hard for him, since he was quite capable of knocking an enemy out cold with a carefully thrown fist-sized rock between the eyes. He accepted the ugly beaded necklace and tossed it around Eremis’ head with a laugh.
“You’re the pretty one, anyway,” he said, nudging him playfully with his elbow. On impulse, he reached up and snatched the healer’s fake black wig away before tossing it unceremoniously to the ground.
“What?” he continued, shrugging nonchalantly. “You ain’t gotta hide no more. And if anybody tries to take you, well, they’ll just have to get through ME and my new sword, first!”
He unsheathed the shortsword, its black and gold hilt gleaming in the early afternoon sun. “Take that, you mangy Tegol-loving bastard!” he muttered, stabbing at an imaginary foe, a proud grin on his face. He turned to see how impressed Eremis was, but two familiar faces just over the healer’s shoulder caught his attention.
“Hey, look,” he said, pointing in that direction, “It’s ole Seb, and your backstabbing ex, Kisa, too.” A wicked grin crossed his face. “What say we run up and take ‘em by surprise? You take her and I’ll jump him. We’ll see who scares the easiest of the two of ‘em!”
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