[the city is alive, rife with chatter and merriment. it’s a sight for sore eyes: the stream of water circling around stone, the saturated red roses, the scattered confetti.
the particularly vivacious Rottweiler that tears through the sea of people, flowers dangling from its mouth as it brushes against legs and tent poles alike, is far less pleasant however. a man in a suit follows shortly thereafter.]
Nero! You goddamn idiot—!
[the dog proceeds to craftily slide right in between a poor bystander’s legs, and Jacopo wastes only a moment before seizing the dog and scooping the big guy into his arms. it’s a strange sight, surely, with Nero biting at his wrists and viciously wriggling within his grasp, but Jacopo seems mildly irritated at most.]
Christ. Are you a dog or a rat? Don’t answer that.
[he would then casually tuck the dog into his blazer. a large hump writhes and growls from underneath. how inconspicuous.]
Anyhow, I suppose I should ask if you’re alright. If that was yours, then I could compensate in whatever way you’d prefer. Just make it quick.
ii.
[a small child, teary eyed and apple cheeked stands next to a suited man. his lips press into something between a scowl and a frown as he grips a fellow citizen by the shoulder.]
Hey! Do you have any children?
Before you ask, no, I’m not making a pass at you. I’m asking for him.
[the child wipes at his face.]
He’s a little frazzled, as you can clearly see. You can make a good inference as to what happened.
iii.
[the bar is teeming with life, as per usual — some things always have a time and place. alcohol is one of them. scotch on the rocks and a cigar in hand, jacopo braces his hip against the pool table.]
Does anything bad ever happen in this city? It’s disgustingly artificial, isn't it?
[a gulp before he then sets his glass down, reaching for a cue a stick.]
If it’s quiet in the front, it must in the back. What sort of deck has Mayor Mayer got stowed away underneath that sleeve of his...I can only wonder, heh.
Jacopo Bearzatti | The House in Fata Morgana
( workshop post here, assumed CR is fine! )
i.
[the city is alive, rife with chatter and merriment. it’s a sight for sore eyes: the stream of water circling around stone, the saturated red roses, the scattered confetti.
the particularly vivacious Rottweiler that tears through the sea of people, flowers dangling from its mouth as it brushes against legs and tent poles alike, is far less pleasant however. a man in a suit follows shortly thereafter.]
Nero! You goddamn idiot—!
[the dog proceeds to craftily slide right in between a poor bystander’s legs, and Jacopo wastes only a moment before seizing the dog and scooping the big guy into his arms. it’s a strange sight, surely, with Nero biting at his wrists and viciously wriggling within his grasp, but Jacopo seems mildly irritated at most.]
Christ. Are you a dog or a rat? Don’t answer that.
[he would then casually tuck the dog into his blazer. a large hump writhes and growls from underneath. how inconspicuous.]
Anyhow, I suppose I should ask if you’re alright. If that was yours, then I could compensate in whatever way you’d prefer. Just make it quick.
ii.
[a small child, teary eyed and apple cheeked stands next to a suited man. his lips press into something between a scowl and a frown as he grips a fellow citizen by the shoulder.]
Hey! Do you have any children?
Before you ask, no, I’m not making a pass at you. I’m asking for him.
[the child wipes at his face.]
He’s a little frazzled, as you can clearly see. You can make a good inference as to what happened.
iii.
[the bar is teeming with life, as per usual — some things always have a time and place. alcohol is one of them. scotch on the rocks and a cigar in hand, jacopo braces his hip against the pool table.]
Does anything bad ever happen in this city? It’s disgustingly artificial, isn't it?
[a gulp before he then sets his glass down, reaching for a cue a stick.]
If it’s quiet in the front, it must in the back. What sort of deck has Mayor Mayer got stowed away underneath that sleeve of his...I can only wonder, heh.