Bridge Banter

Culix is is out enjoying the turn of the weather to something more palatable- even if the blue sky isn't so easy on her eyes, so she still has her hood drawn up. She is presently sitting on the railing that overlooks the river below, rolling a coin back and forth across her knuckles and seemingly lost in thought.

Another Goblin is out enjoying the easing of the Winter weather, walking slowly along the bridge, her own hood keeping the sunshine off of her face and head. The span's construction is closely eyed by the Albino, who is either sketching something or writing something in a small notebook, the pencil moving back and forth quickly.

She pauses near Culix, taking a few moments to look over the rail, staring off into the distance at length.

Although she seems lost in thought, Culix responds immediately when the other Goblin draws near. "Not gonna jump, don't worry." almost reflexively. As though perhaps she's already had a well-meaning citizen or two approach her already. "Just thinkin'" she adds a moment later, still looking off at nothing in particular and rolling the coin across her knuckles. She flicks it with a thumb, sending it spinning into the air. She snatches it out of the air as it makes its descent, and pockets it without bothering to check which way it landed.

She turns her attention towards Simony, then, regarding her for a moment. "What you scribbling?" she enquires.

Simony is quiet, save for the sounds of scribbling, though there is a slight movement of an ear. "That is alright, I am not worried." Her head turns ever so slightly, and she focuses on Culix, her gaze moving from head to toe.

"I will trade knowledge of what I am scribbling for knowledge of what you were thinking about. Or, perhaps, whether or not the coin landing obverse or reverse side up."

Her gaze goes back to the little notebook, a page turns, and the pencil continues to scribble.

Culix tilts her head at the examination, "Why do I feel like a pony you're sizing up?" she asks then, but shrugs her shoulders when the offer is made. "'bout my past." she admits, but offers no more than that. "As for the coin? Dunno. Decided a while back to make my own luck." she retorts.

"Sorry, I..." She offers up the notebook, flipping a few pages back. The design aspects of the bridge are sketched out, the pillars it spans, the cross-bracing, the brickwork, the roadwork, and the last page, the beginnings of a small person sitting on the rail.

"I like to take notes and draw things of interest. Simony. Adherent of Navos." Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Oh you're drawing me?" Culix asks, seeming mildly amused by the idea. She shrugs, "Well, go ahead I guess." she offers. "So are you an artist then?" she asks and nods her head back towards the sketchbook. "Or is it more of a visual diary?" she wonders. "Culix, by the by." she belatedly introduces herself, before standing up on the railing, balancing easily without so much of a wobble.

The albino's expression is one of bemusement, and a faint smile creeps across her lips. "Well, you've moved so... the scene in my head's changed. I'm not an artist, at least not a very good one. I just like to doodle and draw, as I collect, sort and store data. Gives it more meaning if there's a diagram or drawing."

The page is flipped, and the scribbling starts anew, the Gobbo focusing on Culix, while her fingers do the work. "A visual diary is an apt description of what I am doing."

GAME: Simony refreshes spells.

Culix takes a few paces along the railing, and then a few paces back the other way as she maintains he balance, one foot in front of the other. "Picture's worth a thousand words and all that." she says then. "I tend to move around a lot." she adds a moment later. "Get restless sitting still to long, 'least, out in the sunshine."

"I have a good memory, so I mostly jus' remember things. Probably ought to get a journal, though. Sometimes hard to remember which things have vitals and which don't."

The albino's smile widens slightly, and she attempts to scribble Culix in different poses as the leather-bound Gobbo moves back and forth. "One tends to get a little wiggly, this I understand well. Though, I am able to focus when there's a subject to focus on, be it a person or a tome of some subject that interests me."

Simony paces back and forth with Culix, only slightly delayed. "A journal is helpful, so that you can commit information to long term memory, and replace it in your head with something else you're workin' on."

"Wiggly's what I get when I've had too much to drink and there's too few privies." Culix answers, "This is more... antsy." she decides after some deliberation. "And I can be still ad quiet when need be. But I prefer to do so somewhere dark and quiet." she says then. And seems to think about something for a few moments, but then shakes her head apparently deciding better of whatever it was she had been considering.

"Depends how many threads you're working on at once, if it gets too tangled you won't be able to set anything down what makes sense when you come back to it later." she replies, stopping her back and forth pacing for now.

Simony's pencil continues, though the scribbling turns to writing, some of Culix's wisdom being jotted down in the margins.

"Antsy. Hmm. Kind of like wiggly, but worse? A tinge of impending emergency and you look for a dark and quiet place..." The Gobbo gestures with the pencil. "What's that? The look just now, like... you wanted to say something?"

The pencil continues its scribbling. "I find you curiously wise."

"Oh, it's just a weird thought." Culix says then, and shakes her head. "I probably sound crazy, but sometimes I feel like dark places like me as much as I like them." she admits then, and her expression is difficult to read as she says it. Some apprehension, perhaps. Bemusement? Concern.

She scoffs, though, her expression shifting to definite amusement. "Wise? I have been called a /lot/ of things, but never that."

"Hmm, it does not sound weird to me. There is a saying, do not stare overly long into the Abyss, for it will stare back into you. So it seems appropriate to think that the darkness likes having you around." Simony shrugs then, looking nonplussed about the idea. The pencil scratches along the paper. "Will have to do some research on that. Interesting."

The albino shrugs. "One can be wise, even if one does not feel such. It is the voice of experience which teaches wisdom."

Culix gives a shudder at the albino's words then, and shakes her head, "That... does not make me feel any better." she decides then. "I'm already pretty sure the Abyss is staring at me. And I kind of need the shadows to play nice to do my work." she grumps, sitting back down on the edge of the railing- this time looking in towards the bridge rather than out over the Tormwar. "So the abyss better not be using 'em to get at me."

The other Gobbo nods slowly, and stops walking as Culix sits. Moving to lean against the rail, Simony hmms. "Well, there's a few spells that could check on that for you. You could also do your best to hide in well lit areas, to keep the shadows from playing not-nice with you." She lifts a hand and runs her fingers through her hair, hidden under her hood.

"Seems to me that a bless and some sunlight would keep the shadows off you. Especially out here."

Culix does a half shrug and a hand wobble, "Maybe, maybe. But like I said. I like the shadows." she returns. "Besides, I don't like going to the temples. Feel kinda... unwelcome there." she admits and rubs one of her arms with the palm of her other hand.

Her little hand goes to the medallion hanging around her neck. "I am an adherent of Navos. You do not have to visit our temple, I can administer some spells here and now. IF... that is what you wish." Simony's expression softens slightly, and she leans in a little closer, to whisper. "Why is it that you feel you are unwelcome. Most all the Gods in the temples in the city are welcoming, and the priests would see you right. Perhaps I could help?"

Culix shakes her head then, "Yeah, well, maybe it aint the gods of the temples that don't welcome me there." she says then, still rubbing her arm self consciously. Before eventually she reaches up to pull aside her cloak where it wraps about her neck, to show the tattoo on her throat. "But I'm forsworn to one of the not-so-friendly ones, already." she adds then. "You know what it's like, you're young, stupid, sign up with a gang that's also a cult. Anyway, I figure there's some agreements aren't so easy to worm your way out of."

GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/religion: (12)+8: 20

If it were possible for the Goblin to become more pale, her expression would certainly do so. "N.no, I would expect not." Simony leans in once more, her voice dropping low. "Let me see that arm.", she says, gesting to the arm being fussed over. "I fear, but I will do my duty as a sworn adherent to Navos."

Culix looks down at the arm, and then shakes her head, "There's nothing wrong with my arm." she insists, "It's just, what do you call it. Self soothing behavior." she says then. "And no, better not. Not here, anyway. Or now. If I'm gonna be struck down with a sudden plague or smote with hellfire I'd rather it not be somewhere so public." she says then. "No. I'll keep paying lipservice for now. Maybe I'll work up the guts to do something about it some time. But not right now."

"I would go where ever you feel you need to go, hmm? I wish to help, and it seems to be a curious situation you find yourself in. There is knowledge to be gained here. It could be helpful to others, hmm? I would not press or pry overly much."

Simony reaches out a hand, pale and trembling. "I will help you, if you allow me to do so."

"I said no." Culix insists again, pulling away a bit. "Listen, I know, I know that it's not right. I figured that much out in prison, I did my time, I turned myself around. And I know... that... if I kick it, I'm going right to Her." she says and shudders again. She's read up enough on the planes to know she does not want that. "But I swore an oath, gave myself to her. That's not something you can go back on without consequences." she insists. Glancing about as she realizes she had been raising her voice a little, she pulls her hood up closer around her face, and turns around on the railing to look away agin.

The quiet carries on for a little bit, before the sound of scribbling is heard again. Then followed by the sound of soft footfalls heading away.