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A knight and a fool
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Strange
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The Inn was doused into the laid back mood it has always been. After all, the place was build to provide comfort to those coming back from lands of harsh winters and long nights. Places that would tear some down both physically and emotionally! Places SO fluffy AND comfortable they needed a break in a less fluffortable location! The jack of all trades in Rose Garden, and THE place to be where the grand mage of illustrious extraordinary deeds Horatio performed his deeds of trickery.
The sun was out and the people were about. All seemed like a regular day, though there was one definite misfit among the colorful streets. A man dressed in a white suit, a white top hat and a red tie with the letters 'HORATO' spelled in glittering letters walked among the more usual people. If only Strange was better at sewing he might have been deemed normal, given it would have given him a tie with his properly spelled name. Of course that would be the reason why people looked oddly at him instead of full of awe, what else could it be?
Thoughts like these took a hold of Strange's mind as he came closer and closer to the entrance of the both famous and infamous guild hall of Black Rose, the guild honored to hold him in their presence. But now what. A knock? No, that would be what the regular plebs would do to announce their presence. A solid kick? Oh how barbaric! No, those were all the ways someone without the same bravado would do. But as he was pondering whilst others entered the Inn, who in their turn wondered why there was such a queer guy next to the entrance something hit him. If he possessed magic he would have had a light-bulb levitating above his head! Of course! How could he have been so doubtful about something so obvious!
Taking in his surroundings, because of course, safety first, Horatio ( since he had gone 100% into his stage alter ego). Took a few steps back from the Inn. After fully concentrating on the amazing trick he was about to perform he went into a state many athletes would refer to as 'the zone'. He could hear the dirt crackling underneath his shoes. He could see the crackles in the very air he exhaled. This was his moment. THE moment!
Taking a less then out of ordinary sprint Horatio jumped! Covering his face, because again, safety first, the sound of breaking glass could be heard throughout the establishment. With a loud thud and the low key noise of someone grunting in pain Horatio hit the ground. Of course he had planned for a cool looking roll! But he forgot he did not have that kind of an acrobatic talent to begin with. Only a few seconds went by as he laid on the ground before quickly jumping on his feet, brushing off which pieces of glass were stuck on his clothes, and walked off like nothing had happened. Oh well, he could always do a cool dramatic entrance some other time then.
The sun was out and the people were about. All seemed like a regular day, though there was one definite misfit among the colorful streets. A man dressed in a white suit, a white top hat and a red tie with the letters 'HORATO' spelled in glittering letters walked among the more usual people. If only Strange was better at sewing he might have been deemed normal, given it would have given him a tie with his properly spelled name. Of course that would be the reason why people looked oddly at him instead of full of awe, what else could it be?
Thoughts like these took a hold of Strange's mind as he came closer and closer to the entrance of the both famous and infamous guild hall of Black Rose, the guild honored to hold him in their presence. But now what. A knock? No, that would be what the regular plebs would do to announce their presence. A solid kick? Oh how barbaric! No, those were all the ways someone without the same bravado would do. But as he was pondering whilst others entered the Inn, who in their turn wondered why there was such a queer guy next to the entrance something hit him. If he possessed magic he would have had a light-bulb levitating above his head! Of course! How could he have been so doubtful about something so obvious!
Taking in his surroundings, because of course, safety first, Horatio ( since he had gone 100% into his stage alter ego). Took a few steps back from the Inn. After fully concentrating on the amazing trick he was about to perform he went into a state many athletes would refer to as 'the zone'. He could hear the dirt crackling underneath his shoes. He could see the crackles in the very air he exhaled. This was his moment. THE moment!
Taking a less then out of ordinary sprint Horatio jumped! Covering his face, because again, safety first, the sound of breaking glass could be heard throughout the establishment. With a loud thud and the low key noise of someone grunting in pain Horatio hit the ground. Of course he had planned for a cool looking roll! But he forgot he did not have that kind of an acrobatic talent to begin with. Only a few seconds went by as he laid on the ground before quickly jumping on his feet, brushing off which pieces of glass were stuck on his clothes, and walked off like nothing had happened. Oh well, he could always do a cool dramatic entrance some other time then.
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It worked? I mean of course it worked! He was the grand dexterous battle mage of yonder Horatio after all! Giving the room one more quick glance to see if someone wanted an encore Horatio smiled satisfied. Until someone had the audacity to ask of him if he were 'alright'. Of course he was! At least so he thought to himself in quiet disbelief as he subconsciously flicked some blood off his right hand. Some of the glass might have grazed him after all.
''Of course I'm alright dear. You must be new around here so I'll forgive you of your ignorance. I am the gracious flourishing yet arbitrary mage Horatio, a pleasure to meet you.''
Horatio finished his line of seemingly rehearsed dialogue ( though not really) with a small theatrical bow, one that some might deem pompous enough to be more mocking than to be a sign of respect, though he didn't mean to make it so. As he returned from his stance he smirked once more, as he grand idea had struck him once again! If only Strange was here ( though he is ) to witness the second time today his genius mind had given him a plan. She was obviously new here, or she would have known him, so why not display his greatest known feat? His best cream of the crop spell that not even the people in the very room they were standing in had witnessed!
Seeming a bit fast for his usual self Horatio quickly grabbed a table that stood nearby, and though it took him a bit of effort he did everything in his might to make it look like he was purposely building tension and giving himself attention as the screeching and slow noise of the table was going across the room. On it, he drew a white circle with what seemed to be glyphs. Closer inspection, if taken, would obviously reveal that these had no magical purpose but were scribbles that meant nothing. However before anyone would have the chance to debunk the magic circle Horatio quickly 'conjured' ( and with conjured I mean pulled out of his sleeve) a white blanket and laid it on the table.
''Now witness my might as I shall use my magic to conjure something amazing! Something that has struck fear into the hearts of even the most brazen of foes I have faced through my many travels! A beast..no.. A MONSTER capable of inflicting despair onto even entire cities and nationals alike!''
Horatio held both his hands, spread open, above the blanket as he seemed to be whispering incantations. Someone with a keen sense of hearing might hear the occasional 'I'mamazing' and 'thisbetterwork' whispered and muttered through the incantation. After a solid minute of chanting his most impressive sounding spell he slammed his hands on the table, hoping to shock or fluster anyone listening in too intensely to his fake chants, which was both his way of throwing a smoke screen or averting attention away from his next move of sleight of hand for his hands quickly turned into fists and grabbed the blanket, pulling it away in a way that obscured view from the table for a split second.
In this split second his true talent shone brightly, for he used his quick sleight of hand to quickly place an object on the table. Now his theatrics were over. The blanket gone, and his trick on the table. Though it was noteworthy the blanket ended up on the head of a guest that couldn't quite appreciate the trick and seemed to stand up in an angry fashion indicating he might be willing to pick a fight if ignored. AND ignored he was! For Horatio yelled in his most pompous way;
''BEHOLD! DUG THE DUCK, GOD OF STILL WATER AND EMPEROR OF THE REALM OF BATH!''
On the table stood a rubber fat duck with a vintage Horatio collectible miniature top hat. What more could be said?
''Of course I'm alright dear. You must be new around here so I'll forgive you of your ignorance. I am the gracious flourishing yet arbitrary mage Horatio, a pleasure to meet you.''
Horatio finished his line of seemingly rehearsed dialogue ( though not really) with a small theatrical bow, one that some might deem pompous enough to be more mocking than to be a sign of respect, though he didn't mean to make it so. As he returned from his stance he smirked once more, as he grand idea had struck him once again! If only Strange was here ( though he is ) to witness the second time today his genius mind had given him a plan. She was obviously new here, or she would have known him, so why not display his greatest known feat? His best cream of the crop spell that not even the people in the very room they were standing in had witnessed!
Seeming a bit fast for his usual self Horatio quickly grabbed a table that stood nearby, and though it took him a bit of effort he did everything in his might to make it look like he was purposely building tension and giving himself attention as the screeching and slow noise of the table was going across the room. On it, he drew a white circle with what seemed to be glyphs. Closer inspection, if taken, would obviously reveal that these had no magical purpose but were scribbles that meant nothing. However before anyone would have the chance to debunk the magic circle Horatio quickly 'conjured' ( and with conjured I mean pulled out of his sleeve) a white blanket and laid it on the table.
''Now witness my might as I shall use my magic to conjure something amazing! Something that has struck fear into the hearts of even the most brazen of foes I have faced through my many travels! A beast..no.. A MONSTER capable of inflicting despair onto even entire cities and nationals alike!''
Horatio held both his hands, spread open, above the blanket as he seemed to be whispering incantations. Someone with a keen sense of hearing might hear the occasional 'I'mamazing' and 'thisbetterwork' whispered and muttered through the incantation. After a solid minute of chanting his most impressive sounding spell he slammed his hands on the table, hoping to shock or fluster anyone listening in too intensely to his fake chants, which was both his way of throwing a smoke screen or averting attention away from his next move of sleight of hand for his hands quickly turned into fists and grabbed the blanket, pulling it away in a way that obscured view from the table for a split second.
In this split second his true talent shone brightly, for he used his quick sleight of hand to quickly place an object on the table. Now his theatrics were over. The blanket gone, and his trick on the table. Though it was noteworthy the blanket ended up on the head of a guest that couldn't quite appreciate the trick and seemed to stand up in an angry fashion indicating he might be willing to pick a fight if ignored. AND ignored he was! For Horatio yelled in his most pompous way;
''BEHOLD! DUG THE DUCK, GOD OF STILL WATER AND EMPEROR OF THE REALM OF BATH!''
On the table stood a rubber fat duck with a vintage Horatio collectible miniature top hat. What more could be said?
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''My liege? MY.LIEGE?!''
Horatio couldn't believe what he just heard! As great an emperor as Dug might be, he was nowhere close to the phenomenon Horatio was! He was clearly both upset and outraged by the response. Enough to take a few seconds to reconcile with himself. It didn't take long for him to eventually reach a consensus with himself. He grabbed his hat aggressively and proceeded to throw it onto the ground.
''I'm DONE! DONE I TELL YOU! These ignorant country hicks here are all the same! Unable to understand true genius even if it just performed an act of grand magic right in front of them! Strange I don't care I tell you! NOT ANYMORE!''
After his small tirade, seemingly not aimed at anyone in particular the whole aura around Horatio seemed to change. Only seconds after he threw his hat on the ground and yelled bloody murder his posture became more relaxed. His shoulders lowered, and the twinkle and stress in his eyes began to fade. His almost unnatural grin disappeared, and as moments went by he was left staring at the hat on the ground, before starting a small monologue with himself. One said in a manner rather unlike before, not pompous and with a slightly deeper, less theatrical tone.
''I suppose that's it for today then huh.. Bested once again my the mere attitude of a single bystander.. we'll never make it big like that Horatio.. You know that..''
The voice was full of sighs, full of disappointment and resentment. It was quite the depressive demeanor compared to just a couple of moments ago. The man, who clearly couldn't be compared to Horatio, didn't even seem to mind the person right in front of him. He was upset, even a tat broken by what happened, so he didn't feel the need to notice his surroundings at all. He was just stuck in his own little sulking at that moment.
Horatio couldn't believe what he just heard! As great an emperor as Dug might be, he was nowhere close to the phenomenon Horatio was! He was clearly both upset and outraged by the response. Enough to take a few seconds to reconcile with himself. It didn't take long for him to eventually reach a consensus with himself. He grabbed his hat aggressively and proceeded to throw it onto the ground.
''I'm DONE! DONE I TELL YOU! These ignorant country hicks here are all the same! Unable to understand true genius even if it just performed an act of grand magic right in front of them! Strange I don't care I tell you! NOT ANYMORE!''
After his small tirade, seemingly not aimed at anyone in particular the whole aura around Horatio seemed to change. Only seconds after he threw his hat on the ground and yelled bloody murder his posture became more relaxed. His shoulders lowered, and the twinkle and stress in his eyes began to fade. His almost unnatural grin disappeared, and as moments went by he was left staring at the hat on the ground, before starting a small monologue with himself. One said in a manner rather unlike before, not pompous and with a slightly deeper, less theatrical tone.
''I suppose that's it for today then huh.. Bested once again my the mere attitude of a single bystander.. we'll never make it big like that Horatio.. You know that..''
The voice was full of sighs, full of disappointment and resentment. It was quite the depressive demeanor compared to just a couple of moments ago. The man, who clearly couldn't be compared to Horatio, didn't even seem to mind the person right in front of him. He was upset, even a tat broken by what happened, so he didn't feel the need to notice his surroundings at all. He was just stuck in his own little sulking at that moment.
