RP:Sidd With Two D's
Summary: Brennia finds a hard worker to help out at the renovation of the Rynvale Amphitheater.
Rynvale Amphitheater
Not all remnants of Archomsia's tyranny in Rynvale were destroyed. Where there was once screams and death, there now is laughter and life. The imposing arena where gladiators battled until their last breath of life has been retrofitted into a majestic amphitheater where actors entertain both the wealthy and impoverished. Funded entirely from the coffers of the restored government of Rynvale, all are welcome to experience the rich cultural gifts the various societies of Hollow have to offer. Taking seat in the interior of the vast oval structure, your eyes take in the exquisite environment. Grand tapestries along the walls hang overhead while laurels and wreathes of beautiful flowers have replaced the macabre decorations that once stood when blood flowed freely in the arena below. Your senses are pleased and pampered from the spectacular sights and sounds of everything from High Elven operas to Lycan tribal dances. Truly, this amphitheater stands as a testament that the life can never truly be extinguished.
A vendor selling goods is here.
Axton the mason is here.
Brennia is touring through the amphitheatre which is currently under construction, but being in such a sunny climate the avian looks a little out of place. Her wings are folded around herself like a cloak while an actual cloak is covering them. Her hair left down and a large sunhat set above large tinted spectacles, but to top it off she was under the cover of a large umbrella. It is painfully obvious the sun is not agreeing with this woman and right now she's walking the perimeter with Axton, the mason, while discussing their difficult time in keeping their staff around. She ventured here after she learned that Rynvale is under their own curse of dehydration (only for those who actually live here). Sultry alto timbre of her’s could be easily picked up if anyone were around as she solves their issue, “I will have to travel back mainland and hire some workers then… I will have to go further than Cenril for help as well.” Axton looks confused at this and asks why, “they are having their own sets of troubles with people vanishing.”
Sidd slowly enters the area and immediately takes note of the obvious large build operation that is currently underway. He had been on a tour of the Island to get himself more familiar with the place he had grown so fond of, and as luck would have it, it seems as though there may be more potential for work out here. He was slumming it with the attire today- Boots dirty, pants complete with holes in knee, and his shirt was black, loose fitting, and seemed to have the arms torn off- Colorful ink of his right arm exposed to the world. His hair was the only thing that had any bit of care to it, if one could call it that. Seven spikes that ran from front to back stood proud and defiant against that hot, blazing sun and the weight of the realm's gravitational pull. Sidd halted his travel only once he picked up on a nearby conversation, the tune of needed workers tapping against his drum. "Yo. You need workers? I can help out. Don't ask for much, really. I even got a hammer." he stated toward Brennia and the one whom she had been speaking with. "Ain't got much for references, but I had a hand in fixin' up the Roger just west of here."
Brennia and her company stop their stroll in order to turn at the one addressing them. A warm smile spreading easily on the avian’s lips while Axton was not easily impressed in the least and Brennia reached a gloved hand from under the cover of her cloaked wings in order to remove her dark shaded glasses. “Merry meet to you, sir,” stunning liberty blue eyes take the time to identify his hair, his clothes, his ink. Once the stranger got closer to the avian he would pick up on his most favorite scent coming from her and what appears to be tattoo ink of her own on the sides of her temples. Axton scowls, “I believe Headmistress Smyth said she’s got it covered. We will hire through the proper chan-” he’s cut off by a gentle reprimand by Brennia, “Axton… He’s here he’s willing.” A scoff from axton, “he’s doesn't seem sturdy enou-” he’s cut off again as her free hand reaches out to his elbow, “Axton, don’t just assume things about people. Open your mind a bit. I think he’s deserving of at least a chance, no?” Her ever-persuasive smile beams down at the man, being six two and all, and then she addresses Sidd while extending a gloved hand to him, “Brennia, you are?”
Sidd has more of an opportunity now to scope out Brenna as she removes those shades of hers. Mental note: Find shades. The first thing that would catch his attention were those alluring blue eyes, the human unable to help himself from staring for a moment or two. Then, as soon as an all too familiar smell hit him, he began to look around curiously. Was someone baking cookies? He did not see any shops nearby, nor houses close enough for the scent to be wafting from. The last time this happened, as he could recall, was when he became lost in city of Schezerade. Weird. "Man, I know I come off like some lazy ass hobo, but I'm a hard worker. I don't go home until the job is done." he stated to Axton. When Brennia spoke up against those vocalized protests, Sidd grinned and fought as hard as he could to not make smug 'Haha-I-Win' faces at the guy. Taking Brennia's hand in his own, Sidd offers up a polite smile and replies, "Nice you meet ya, Brennia. I'm Sidd. And thank you for that vote of confidence, there. I really appreciate this. I won't let you, or your grumpy friend there down." Curious now as he looked the avian over, "Uh, if you don't mind me asking... aren't you hot in that getup? I mean. it's fashionable, and you can do you, it's cool, but it's swelterin' today. You gotta be dying!"
Brennia was enjoying this man’s mannerisms and way of speaking which causes that smirk to grow into a grin and pokes dimples into those caramel cheeks while revealing perfect pearly whites. A smile like that along with that gilded tongue of her’s, she could easily sell well water to a sea mermaid. “Sidd,” a short and soft chuckle, “how simple and sweet.” His comments on her attire earns a nod, “very, but it is way better than the alternative,” under the shade of her umbrella she extends her forearm and pulls up the sleeve of her turtleneck shirt. Revealing more caramel colored skin and an intricate tattoo pattern decorating it, but what would draw the onlookers attention was scars and scabs of where boils were caused by sun exposure. She pulls the sleeve back down and slips the shades back onto the bridge of her nose, “tell me Sidd. What is your going rate for your work?” Axton cuts in, “I will be with the blueprints under the overhang… Looks like rain.” The manson glances up before bowing graciously to Brennia, “Headmistress.” She retreats back to just smirking when she shakes her head slightly, “Axton, you may just call me Brennia. No need for this fancy stuff. We are partners in this endeavor,” she always makes efforts to put others above her - odd for an avian for they are typically arrogant.
Sidd winces as he observes those blemishes inflicted by the hot sun, a simple word spoken mostly to himself. "Gnarly." He did spot the tattoo and quietly admired its work for the brief moment he was able to see it. When investigation turned back into business, Sidd shrugged, one hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a small, flat metal contained, popping it open to reveal his stash of cigarettes. "Honestly, whatever you can afford. I just need enough to keep the Broken barrel from tossin' my ass out onto the streets, ya know? I'm cheaper than a prostitute!" A bit of laughter erupted before he pulled out one of those smokes and asked, "You don't mind do ya?" After all, this was more of a business venture, and he didn't want to offend his potential employer. "So what exactly are you guys doin' anyway? I mean, I'll fix whatever, but it'd probably be good info to know what I'm helping ya to do." His gaze momentarily leaves the caramel woman to look toward the sky, silently hopeful that there would actually be raining coming today. It had been fairly hot this last month, and a change in weather would do wonders!
Brennia was softly chuckling at this man once more and his wording, delightful. A breath of fresh hair lately and Brennia casually mentions, “before I leave Rynvale I’ll talk with The Barrel. I contracted them to house and feed any workers until this project is done. So, whatever you pay is can be used leisurely.” She takes out a small pouch of gold and handed it to the man, “how does a hundred gold a day sound?” She stands next to Sidd as few fat raindrops plopped down atop her umbrella, but his offer to be allowed to smoke was met with a quirk of her brow, “only if you spare me one?” She is obviously not your typical avian or dean of a college, very laid back and inviting. “Walk with me, Sidd,” she’s curious, “is that short for anything?” Onto his question as they meander around the amphitheater, “this performance area is grand and beautiful in it’s own way, but the weather of Rynvale is so unpredictable that it makes more sense that this island is deserving of a fitting theater. At least this is what me and my fellow co-owner thinks; this way if there is a play being produced they don’t get interrupted by rain.” She pauses before asking, “is there any other inquiries? And don’t worry about Axton... he’s passionate and once he sees you’re reliable, which I believe you are, he will warm to you. Buy him a drink at the barrell later - it really chills him out.”
Sidd 's allows both brow to shoot skyward in surprise. "Seriously? Wow. Man, that's great. I mean, I don't know what to say, other than that's a deal Thanks!." One hundred gold a day? That would go far, around here. When she asked in turn for a spare, he smiles and nods, taking out a cigarette and handing it to the woman, still trying to get used to her size. He was pretty damn sure that she was quite the same as another he had met in Schezerade, given the stature, the fancy attire, and that odd odour that had found him earlier. He wouldn't comment or ask, though, as he wasn't sure what was considered rude in that regard. As they begin to walk, the human sticks a smoke between his lips and pulls out a box of matches, not wasting any time to spark up. He would offer flame to the avian as he replied, "Well, yeah, i guess. Longhand name is Sidney. Sidney Williams, if I'm gonna be honest. I don't really tell too many people that. Easier for people to call me Sidd. Two D's- Written stage name." A few drops hit his bare arms and he looked up once again, the clouds rolling in to hide the sun from view. About damn time, he thought. "That's pretty cool, really. A theatre for performances? Love the idea. I mean, I've been hoping to find a place to kill some time, or to be entertained, so something like that is totally a welcome thing. Are you guys into the entertainment business? Or just entrepreneurs into construction?" In regards to Axton, Sidd snorted. Buy him a drink? Totally doable!
Brennia missed the queue for the flame from the match, it's no matter. She leans down, face close to his when the burning cherry of his cigarette alights her own. Bold? Maybe, but Brennia isn’t one of these people that are adverse to closeness or touch as most people in Lithrydel are. Taking a long drag of her own cigarette when she stands next to the man so he was also under the umbrella and when she lets the smoke out she does so it just lingers about her striking features. “Sidney,” the way her subtle Veretian(French) accent emerges when trying to pronounce his name makes it thick in allure and taboo, but she grins again, “I like it. One of those words that makes you smile when you say it.” She shrugs and it's nearly missable under the cover of her wings and cloak, “Sidd with two D’s it is.” Another short and soft chuckle at her own cheeky behavior. Onto answering his next questions, “that it will be. Do you perform? The Bard’s Guild has been wanting to put on a rendition of King Leer here, you know, the real gory one.” As for herself she was quiet a moment, “me? Entertainment business? I guess you may say that although it’s felt like forever since I performed. I am Headmistress of the Bard’s Guild and Dean of the College of Bardic Arts in Schezerade.” She wasn’t bragging and casually stating her titles, but sort of bored sounding as if it was no big deal.
Sidd did not shy away when Brennia move in; he too was the type to easily pop someone's 'personal bubble' in a heartbeat. besides, she was pretty interesting and it gave him a closer look and a bit of insight into the type of person she happened to be, "Hah. Yeah, that's because I'm great. Tell your friends." he joked in regard to her comment about his name. A little conceited? Or maybe ironic playfulness. He ashed his cigarette upon the ground, gaze falling afterward upon the nearby construction going on, mentally preparing himself for the days ahead. Something like this would be a big job, much larger than the stuff he had been doing over at the Jolly Roger. His plotting mind was soon won over by the caramel woman once again as she asked about his talent, nose slightly budding at the thought. "Well. I haven't in a play before. I mean, not since I was like, a kiddo. I did the music thing for a while, but it's been years since I've done it full time. Lost my guitar on the way here." A drag taken, held, and exhaled through his nose. The idea of losing that piece of wood and strings kind of bummed him out. Then, as she revealed her particular status in this world, Sidd grinned and snapped his fingers. "I Friggin' knew it! I know I could smell cookies. You're one of those... uh... " he points two thumbs at his shoulders, trying hard to recall the name. " ..uh, avians right? With the wings and all?" He hadn't quite noticed those wings due to the cloak she wore, but the rest of the clues seemed to add up. "I was just in Schezerade a few weeks ago. I thought I like died, and everyone there were angels. Man I felt like a tit." He laughs out loud and shakes his head. "That's pretty cool, being headmistress and dean, yeah? Wait. College of Bardic Arts? Hey! Did a woman by the name ooooof.... Celandine ever enroll?"
Brennia tucked some of those raven locks behind elongated and pointed peirced ears of hers and tilts her head, “I could get you another guitar if you wish. Do you happen to do stand-up comedy? Or poetry? I hope to sort of cover all of the areas of performance arts. I recently hired a dance instructor to the college, but in my opinion any creation that moves the mind or soul is a bard quality. Drawing and art alike included.” She grins again and nods at his assumption, “that I am.” She slipped the cloak off and folded it so she may carry it draped over her arm. Now that the clouds were out they could come out as well and once those large onyx wings opening up he would be able to see hues of navy blues and forest greens glimmering within the darkness of them; quite naturally hypnotic. They fold neatly against her curvaceous frame which is seemingly poured into a tightly knit sapphire turtleneck and black soft leather leggings. “The illustrious children’s book author C. Virellio? Yes, I am very pleased to have her in the guild and a student of the arts.” As far as it goes ‘being cool’ with her responsibilities, “it can be.” She was confident, but not arrogant which is merely a sign of a secure woman.
Sidd looked extremely hopeful. Moreso than he had been at any point since arriving in this realm. "For real? I would worship the damn ground that you walk on if you could swing it. I've peeked into various shops around here, but none seem to carry them. All sorts of flutes and lutes, and stuff that I just ain't into. Sucks." With the inquisition into his artistic side, Sidd's lips pull to one side, his head shaking with his answer, "Nah. Never had that gift for comedy. Not like the real good ones do. Nor have I ever been much of a poet, outside of writing lyrics. To be honest, I was never really good at the whole artistic thing. That's never been my bag. No offense. I think it's all great, and I think people should be creative and push for those sorts of things, but the only thing that's ever been up my alley is playin' bad music." Bad of course was subjective, and in truth, he really enjoyed the music he played- But it was not quite the same as the more conservative tastes that the people of these realms held in high standard. Sidd took one last drag of his cigarette and tossed the remainder into the now wetted earth, a soft sizzle sounding as its life was snuffed out for good. He turned his own blue eyes over toward Brennia, just in time to see those wings in all their magnificent glory. "Whoa." he stated, brazenly reaching out to run a finger against the feather of one of the wings; Something he had wanted to do in Schezerade. Upon hearing about his blonde haired friend's good fortune, Sidd grins and tells Brennia, "You're welcome! HAH. She was talking about her life goals and thinking about going to the college. I won't take all the credit, but I totes pushed her that way. She's got talent." Then as to inquire more about his future employer, he asked, "What about you? I mean, you're obviously pretty important and all. Besides running a guild and a college, are you one of the artistic types?"
Brennia noded once, “my professor, Alex, and I commission The Last Note in Cenril to craft them specially for the college.” The more he spoke the more she continued to smirk or grin, “I think you and him would get along- Professor Alex, that is.” She finishes her cigarette shortly after him and pressed it out on the stone ground with the sole of her boot, “we are a pretty laid-back bunch so feel free to come by and play some ‘bad music’ with us whenever you feel the itch to. No need to be apart of our group to play with us.” If there is anything he might glean from Brennia is that she’s probably the least judgemental person around while being supportive of others and she works hard to impart that to everything she does. “She had mentioned a friend giving her a nudge to follow her dreams, thank you Sidney,” the way her gilded tongue plays with his full name may or may not elicit a strong desire to hear her say it over and over again, but she quickly corrects herself, “excuse me- I mean, Sidd.” The subject switches to herself, “me? I’m just in the background these days. I used to do nothing but play the keys to my piano, but I’ve been far too busy as of late.” Plus some near assassination attempts. By now in the stroll they were under the overhang with Axton and Brennia smiles to Sidd once more, that stone-heart-melting smile with dimples and everything, “it was a delight to meet you Sidd. I will leave you gentleman to it.”
Sidd laughs out loud, one hand lifted to wave off the apology, "Nah. it's cool. You can call me jackass mcgee for all I care. Whatever makes ya comfortable." Both hands slip them into his pockets as he listens, head nodding with each bit of information taken in. "Yeah, I'll have to come check it out sometime. Trying to take in as much as I can around this place. I mean, Lithrydel. Lots of neat stuff to see and experience." Then he would comment, "AH. Bummer. You should really set out some time to play again. Even twenty minutes a day. Keep that music flowing through the soul, y'know? Would love to hear ya play." Sidd looked up and spotted, Axton, their journey having now come to an end. He nods first to what he would perceive as his foreman, then conclude his conversation with the avian. "Yeah, it was great to meet you too, Brennia. You're alright. And totally, thanks for the opportunity. I won't let you down, I promise." A smug grin and a miniature salute, he soon asks Axton, "Where do ya want me to start, boss?"