Re: Hold My Hand Through the Night

Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:53 pm

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Man what simpler times.

A laugh left his lips, not mocking but genine and good hearted. Such a notion was enticing but truth be told his sex drive currently was rather not strong. If only because there was so much more to do! Sex was a wonderful way to spend an evening when it mattered or perhaps when there was more to learn. But there was no one who quite held his interest like that yet, but the fact she mention'd it was amusing.

"You're in luck, I happen to be gifted with some control over the earth. Perhaps you can show me where you wanted this field for sports, and we could work together to create it."

It was a good suggestion, and truth be told Atlas was something of a specialist with manipulating the earth to his advantage. Many of his medals which he wore on his uniform currently where won while holding impossible positions. When Vastime needed the impossible done, they called him. But speaking of medals he'd look to his uniform with a frown.

"Is there perhaps some garb you could allow me to use? If I am to be here it is only fair and natural I adapt to your clothing and customs. And perhaps sex may be an interesting endeavor, but such things I reserve for the nightly hours. Otherwise, I waste perfectly good sunlight." He'd offer a smile, tilting his head up to look at the blazing African sun. Then back to her. The spirit of Vastime was strong here.

He liked it.

Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:01 pm

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"Oh really? If it isn't trouble that would be wonderful, yes~"

There was a chirpiness to her tone at his offer, like she was very giddy at the offer. Despite their efforts her little group did not possess a lot of spiritual awareness or even powers, she hypothesised that integration with Vastime might fix that over a few generations but until then they were doing things the old fashioned way. Not that the tribespeople minded. It had always been their way.

When he brought up the garb she looked surprised. Not that he asked but because she hadn't thought to offer.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry sir. It is quite hot here and your uniform must be quite warm."

She had a feeling it wasn't that though, she was quite certain it was more a desire to integrate and submerge himself in the local culture rather than escape the hot sun.

"If you'll come right this way, we'll get you dressed and then I will show you the spot I was hoping to start this stadium of sorts."

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:16 pm

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"Of course. Call me Atlas. If I am to be here for awhile, no point in formality for the entirety of it."

The man would comment as he followed the woman, curious to see what this would lead to. In truth he liked nothing more than helping out the citizentry of Vastime, perhaps in some ways he had forgotten a warhound was not simply meant for war. A hound was meant to comfort and protect, to be a safety for those under it's care. If he could but make their existence abit lighter from his presence; he supposed Katya would approve.

She seemed good natured too, wanting to help her people. He wondered if he had grown with such roots would he be similar. Instead, he was born a bastard. But now he worked nascently to break that title he had imposed on himself. He would find destiny to not be a shackle upon him. He would become whatever he wished.

And currently he wished to help this village.

Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:26 pm

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"Mhm. Very well Atlas, you can call me Arjana then, although I also can be called Nzambi."

With a much more girly sounding giggle at throwing out her more "god-like" name people would sometimes refer to her as but there was some grooming to be done here and so she lead him into what looked like a small store, various traditional clothing was everywhere with the odd more modern one around.

"Afia. Would I be able to get some clothes for my friend here?"

After a brief exchange between the two women that was more like catching up than any actual bargaining Arjana finished up and gestured Atlas along until she came upon some clothes that she gauged would fit him.

"Yes, this would work great I think."

She pulled out a robe, looking like it was meant to wrap around the waist and hang somewhere just before or after the knee, a belt to keep it in place and some various bracers to go around his wrists and ankles and finally a brown cloak similar to her own but much less colourful.

"There you go. The cloak is for the sun if you feel like your upper body is getting sunburnt."

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Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:43 pm

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"Thank you very much, Arjana Afia."

He'd offer them a small bow of gratitude to the shop keeper, before standing back up taking the clothing. They looked comfortable, and he was looking forward to taking his uniform off truth be told. It would be nice to simply be 'Atlas' for a good moment. But he'd offer her a look before looking to where he could change.

"Am I to simply change here?" He'd inquire, genuinely. He didn't seem perturbed by the idea, but he didn't want to jsut start stripping if that wasn't ya' know.. proper for here.

Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:52 pm

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When he asked about changing the two women turned to each other and shrugged with a small laugh exchanged.

"You'd typically not, but we don't mind. Most people are busy at this time of day so it's unlikely you'll get a visit but nudity isn't that big a deal anyway. Sometimes the children will just run around playing like that and it's not looked down upon. Most people would only come and grab some before taking them home, not to change immediately but you're a special guest."

Hopefully taking care of his worries and after he was all changed she said farewell to the clothesmaker and pulled Atlas back into the outside world, there was a noticeable lack of transaction in the exchange for the clothes. Carrying his uniform if he didn't mind and accepted the gesture.

"Oh dear, you didn't need something to carry your possessions did you? A satchel?"

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Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:07 am

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Atlas offered a mere humble smile at the laughter they gave, it was fine in all truthfulness. As they gave him the go ahead he would begin to strip, seeing no reason not to. Once he was able to properly get dressed he most certainly was not wearing the brown robe. His torso was mostly exposed showcasing just how wartorn his body was.

To say Atlas body was scarred would be an under statement. It seemed like a canvass white scarred flesh and burns. Large jagged lines ran across muscle, bullets holes having long been scarred over as well. Hundreds of lines laced the body of the nearing middle-age man. He was a warrior ten times through, having braved impossible odds multiple times. His body stood as a testament. But the most clear design of that was the stump which was where his elbow used to be. Smooth.

If such a thing bothered him, he didn't show it.

"Ah yes, a satchel would be nice. I would not want to simply leave you carrying my items." The man would remark, walking next to her.

Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:14 am

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She regarded his torso somewhat, it seemed so strange to see so many scars and wounds on a single man. Even though her childhood had been anything but pleasant she only had a few scars that came from a fight to show but her body was still very toned from a life of hard work.

"It is no trouble Atlas but the convience would be wonderful."

After another short detour to fetch the satchel she handed it off to him and all of his personal belongings as well. With him all ready to immerse himself she decided they'd better get to work on this offer of his.

"Would you like to get to work now? It will be a small walk but not too far. The place I have in mind now is quite close to the current place people go, although I will admit I did change the original location I had in mind if you say it won't take more than an afternoon. Where it is now is fine but I think it could do being more proper than just some stones and sticks to create boundaries for the sports."

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Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:52 am

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"Wherever you think it best for the people, I can't promise a time frame but if you give me a direction we should be able to finish it before today is over."

The man would inform her allowing his hand to rest on the edge of his robes. He was fairly mastered in his abilities, so when it came to manipulating the world in a casual setting like this, it would prove rather easy. In fact the most difficult part would most likely be getting the image of what she done right. Nothing like a little work in the African sun to truly help you gain insight to people.

"Is it simply an area for sports in general, or shall it be a singular sport? Truth be told, my skills are versatile and powerful. So long as you act as my eyes, I can be your hands."

A smile was offered.

Wed Jan 22, 2020 2:55 am

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Great!

That was all she needed.

"That's fine, the fact you could get it done today is worth quite a bit. Follow me."

Leading him along once more she turned to answer his question about the area.

"Sports in general, it should function as a fighting pit yet still leave room for something like playing with a ball and other activities."

Speaking of hands, while a smile was offered the grasping of his hand was returned for their little venture if he allowed it.

"Alright, we're here. See? It's quite open but there's a lot of these rocks littered about and so I worry people will get hurt since these rocks are used as the boundaries most of the time and obviously damage can be done if someone were to fall on them."

While giving him a rundown there was what appeared to be a group of kids in the makeshift spot, all of them lightly dressed as they were fighting over a what appeared to be a couple of batons. Each team had an equal number of boys and girls and neither baton ever passed between the opposite sex.

"It's a competition where the aim is for a team to capture both batons, the queen and the king of the enemy team. It's quite popular amongst the children but sometimes adults are known to play it."

She figured she would explain since she hadn't heard of it anywhere else in Vastime, it was a local thing after all. The game did have a lot of variations and depth beyond the simple run down she gave but it was just to get the point across.

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