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Time: May 4th 2003
Place: Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Dustfinger's show


Dustfinger was relieved when he was back outside. No one had tried to chase him away.
Without official permission there was a small risk that they would try to make him to leave back his things if they wanted him to go fast. although no one had tried that in this country yet.

When they were outside he chose a spot on the grass where he would not risk putting something on fire. He put his bag at the side, close to the fence. Then he took off his coat again and put it over the fence. He did the same with the no longer white shirt he wore beneath and the scarf that he had wrapped around his neck.

The black knit pullover he still wore was torn at the collar and on the front but he only took it off when he was ready to light his tools. You could brush fire off from skin easily. The real danger came from clothes catching fire. At home he had often performed in a performer's clothes but his had long fallen apart here.

He started taking things from his bag and looked back over his shoulder to the young man Arty. "Find a place to sit", he advised him.

He put out all he would need. Then he stripped off the black pullover as well and took up the first juggling tools he would use for the show.

For a moment he stood there only in black jeans and with a leather necklace with a tooth around his neck that he never took off. He held both tools in one hand and lighted the ends that were supposed to burn with the other. He had that much control over fire even here. Although fire in this world was much fiercer than in his book.

He nodded to his watcher. Then he started twirling the fire around in increasingly difficult patterns.

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[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

Artemis found a place to sit that didn't look like it was going to entirely ruin his clothes. Now he was definitely thankful he wasn't wearing a suit or something else he actually cared about.

His eyes were sharp on Dustfinger as the man started his show. Admit it or not, there was something off here. Like the fact the man lit fire without any visible means to do so. It could have been just some sleight of hand, with a hidden lighter or the like, but Artemis kept his eyes open for any such signs. He found none.

(OOC: I apologize for taking so long to respond... I didn't get online until Tuesday, and after that it took me a while to get caught up with everything. >>; )

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The show would probably have looked better later in the day, when the sky would have been darker, but it was impressing enough now, too. At least he hoped so.

He finished with a particularly grand whirl of the flames and then put out the fire with his bare hands. This was his fire. It would not harm him.

He turned around to look at his audience and helf up his hand. Flames danced on his palm.

Dustfinger took a deep breath and blew into it. The fire went with his breath to form a flame like a dragon would breathe. He repeated that two more times, and the trail the fire left was longer than before every time.

Then he dusted off his hands and bowed lightly to Arty.


(OOC: it's okay. I had some internet trouble myself. How do you make your writing smaller?)

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

Yes. Definitely magic, there. He just couldn't figure out which kind, but he knew it was magic. Most... interesting.

"That was very impressive," Artemis said, applauding. "How did you light the fire?"

(OOC: It's fairly simple. Just write <*small>Small text here<*/small>; only without the *'s.)

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Dustfinger rubbed his hands together and made flames appear between his palms. "Like this", he said. "It's magic, of course."

He thought it was safe to say so. No one here had ever reacted oddly to mention of magic after they had heard what he did for a job.

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"Of course." At last the man was admitting it, at least. Artemis nodded. "What kind of magic?"

He was fairly sure it was of fairy origin, he'd never met any other kind after all, but you did have to keep an open mind.

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"Fire magic", Dustfinger said. That should have been clear just from watching.

It was still cool outside, so he put on at least the black pullover again before he put his things back in the bag.

"I hope you enjoyed the show."

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"I know that. I'm more interested in its origin." Did he look that stupid?

"Oh, I most certainly did." Artemis paused. Stupid fairies, trying to instill some compassion for his fellow man in him. Stupid fairies for being so very successful. "...Do you have anywhere to stay?"

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"I don't know what you mean with origin", Dustfinger said. "It's magic. I have it. My master taught it to me."

He thought about the other question. "I think we will try to find another place to perform tonight. And maybe someone will let us sleep in his barn."

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

Master? "...I take it it's not fairy magic, then." Far as he knew, that couldn't be thought.

"Or maybe," Artemis said, raising his eyebrow, "I could give you money for your performance here so you could actually afford to get a roof over your head."

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Dustfinger shrugged. "You already gave me a meal. And I thank you for it. For me and Gwin."

He pointed to his scars. "This is fairy magic", he said. "They would have been horrible otherwise."

And why was a young man of this world talking so easily about fairies?

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

"The meal was for answering my questions, as I seem to recall." Artemis eyed the man closely, trying to figure him out.

Well. That at least sounded familiar. Maybe he couldn't sense the fairy magic there because the healing was already done with? Almost without thinking, Artemis snapped his fingers in thought, releasing a few blue sparks.

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"They will not like having me here for a night", Dustfinger pointed out. "And I will sleep alright outside if it doesn't rain again."

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"It's cold outside," Artemis pointed out. Was the man serious? "And it's a hotel. Anyone can stay if they pay."

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"I need money for the trip back", Dustfinger pointed out. "And I'm sure they don't like people who are dirty. And smelly. And have a pet. it's not that cold."

Still, he put on his shirt and coat again.

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

Artemis reached into his pocket, going for his wallet again. Good thing he always had cash on him.

"Use this however you will," he said, raising his eyebrows as he reached a stack of money towards Dustfinger. It was little more than petty cash for him, but likely more than the man owned at the moment, or had owned for a while. "Though the hotel does have bathrooms."

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

Dustfinger reached out to snatch the money from the man. He wasn't going to politely insist it was too much. In his situation, you took what you could get.

Still, he politely thanked him before he took his bag and turned to the gate.

[birdhunter.livejournal.com]

"Don't get yourself killed," Artemis said, because that was often a surprisingly good piece of advice whatever people might have thought.

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"I'll try not to", Dustfinger said over his shoulder as he left the park.