Knight Time At The Market

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Camelot city. That was where Vaughn's wandering had led him to this time. He really had no destination, and so could take his time with any kingdom or city he found himself in. Unfortunately for the citizens of Camelot, it was this particular city that he decided to stay in and perhaps stir up some trouble if he could. It was the only fun life had to offer and the only reason he kept traveling. To have new experiences and provoke as many people as he could on the way.

It was very late at night and there were only a few people scurrying about. Drunk men were leaving the taverns. Women were being escorted to their homes. But Vaughn was simply bored and so decided to roam around the city. He was clad in his armor, as usual, making him appear to be a knight. Something he enjoyed people initially assuming and while he was technically one in title, he was certainly not one in spirit. His next actions would indeed prove this.

A old man was still putting away the things from his shop. He had a cart outside and was slowly preparing the horse so that he could attach his cart, which was conveniently on wheels to the horse and be on his way. The man was moving at a very slow pace however. It was to be expected of him; he looked to be at least sixty years in age. Normally, a knight would probably see this poor man and assist him. Not Vaughn Adeney. No. Instead he took advantage of this situation. When the man's back was turned, Vaughn peaked under the cloth that had been concealing whatever goods he had underneath and saw a few ornaments and trinkets. Vaughn grabbed a handful and put them in his pocket.

Rather proud of his very smooth theft he grinned and began to walk away, unaware that his actions had been regarded by a spectator not too far.

[[ Tag Lady Luciana]]

[luciana]

Master the Rules of the Game Until
You Play It Better than They Can

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Oh Luciana was not in a good mood tonight. She was fine before dinner, before her parents started fussing over her like she was dying. One little cough was all it took, and they we all over her. Are you all right? Are you still sick? Should we call the doctor? Then as soon as they said doctor, her brother was practically sprinting out the door to fetch a physician, before Luciana could even answer. Her family was making such a big deal over a sip of water going down the wrong pipe!

Well Luciana was not sick, and she was not going to be fussed over like a child. She was not a porcelain doll that was going to smash if it hit the floor. Needless to say dinner did not end well. Not excusing herself from the table, Luciana yelled to her brother to not step one foot outside the door, and then she stormed out the door. If her family did not want to get an earful, they would not follow her.

The Lady Luciana did not bother to change out of her fine powder blue gown, nor did she bother to remove any of her jewels. Her two small pearl headpieces still rested around her dark tresses, her simple gold and pearl earring still hung from her ears, and her lovely light turquoise pendant still draped from a string of pearls around her pale neck. It was a telltale sign that the rebel in Luciana was breaking out. After retrieving her horse from her family’s stable, Luciana bolted away from her home as fast as she could. Now all she needed was a destination.

When she was far enough away from her house, she paused her black Friesian at an intersection. One rode led to the main gate of Camelot. It was the route she usually took when she ran away for a bit. A long ride through the field outside the city wall did a world of good. Now the other street went to the market.

As her horse stood at the intersection, pawing at the ground, wanting to go, Luciana thought, ‘It’s too late for a run through the fields. The guards probably won’t even let you through the gate.’

Making up her mind, Luciana turned her horse down the street that led to the market. The street was practically vacant, so the lady nudged the stallion into a flowing canter. The skirt of her gown rustled behind her in the created breeze as her dark brown locks bounce with the horse’s movement. As she breathed, the cool night air filled her lungs, calming her down a bit. Maybe this would just be a leisurely ride around the city.

Upon arriving at the market, Lady Luciana saw that most people were going home for the night. Drinking songs filled the air as a group of drunken men wobbled away from a tavern, most likely their local haunt. On the other side of the street were a few ladies being escorted home by their gentlemanly husbands who were not intoxicated. Then, in the middle of the road, an old man was slowly leading his simple carthorse.

Then Luciana spotted something that was quite out of place for Camelot City: a knight was stealing from the elderly man’s cart. One question ran through Luciana’s mind: how could a knight steal from an old man? It was against the code of chivalry for goodness sake! As the thieving knight started to walk away, Luciana looked around for the guards, and of course it was just her luck that there were not any in sight. Well guards or no guards, the lady was not going to stand by and let the man get away with theft.

Luciana rode up to the so-called knight, sitting tall in her saddle with poise. Then maneuvering her large stallion in front of the man, she inquired, “What are you doing?” Her voice authoritative but hushed. Luciana stared down at the thief coldly with her lips pursed. Then she commanded, “Return those immediately.”

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( Tag - Vaughn )
( Outfit - Click and Click)
( Words - 680 )
( Mood - Pretty Good )

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn had not expected anyone to have seen him commit this crime, so when a woman stopped on her horse and told him to return the items, he looked up at her, smirking. Vaughn already did not take well to being told what to do, and so for this woman to demand him to return the items, well, Vaughn was not exactly preparing to comply. He looked at the woman, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. She was a noblewoman. It was easy to tell with her confidence, grace, and of course more evident was her attire. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"And what if I do not?" He questioned. Was she going to have him arrested? He could care less. Not that he liked the dungeons, but he was cocky enough to believe that he was a match for a couple of guards. He continued to smile. "Are you going to dismount from your animal and make me?" He said this in a bit of a suggestive way, a hint of perversion in his voice. And why not? He was in the presence of a rather beautiful noblewoman. Her features were indeed unique and Vaughn would never pass the opportunity to flirt a little with a woman of her radiance.

[luciana]

Master the Rules of the Game Until
You Play It Better than They Can

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Lady Luciana did not like the look of the smirk of the man that stood before her, nor she like the look of the gleam in his eye. It was not like she knew exactly was she was doing. She was not a vigilante. It wasn’t like she made a habit of stopping to attempts of thieves of Camelot every time she walked out of her front door. That’s the guards’ job, not hers. Luciana was a lady. Her job was too look pretty, behave respectably, and most of all further her family’s interests. That was her role in life, and she was perfectly fine with it.

"And what if I do not?"

Luciana had not thought of what she would do if he were to refuse. She was used to being obeyed; it was very rarely that she was ever denied. Luciana hid her uncertainty with a mask of indifference.

"Are you going to dismount from your animal and make me?"

It was that statement that got on Luciana’s nerves. It was not the words, however, that bothered her; it was the tone it which it was said. ‘How dare he address me in such a tone! Clearly this man does not have any manners at all,’ thought Luciana, finding the thief’s lack of courtesy intolerable. Luciana had a feeling she was being baited into a situation she would later regret. Then, against her better judgment, Luciana dismounted her horse gracefully, showing that she was not intimidated by the man.

Then, with much bravado, Lady Luciana put herself between her horse and the man (with a reasonable amount of personal space between them), and replied without a hint of insecurity, “I do not know if it has escaped your attention, but I am a lady, and I expect to be treated as such. So when you address me, do not do so as if I were a harlot. I do not care if you are some sort of outlaw, I will not tolerate rudeness. Being rude is being weak.”

Finished her little speech, Luciana held her ground, the visage of nobility gracing her lovely face. Of course she had to look up at the man, he being taller than she was. That was another reason why she should have stayed on her horse. However her pearl gray eyes stared up into the man’s dark brown ones as if she were peering into his soul. At one point, Luciana broke her eye contact in order to survey her surrounding. She scanned the streets for any sign of a guard, but there were none to be seen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the elderly man still leading his horse. She would have thought that he would have heard her. Perhaps he was hard of hearing.

“Now, sir,” stated Luciana, in a tone befitting a woman of her station, I request once more that you return those baubles, please.”

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( Tag - Vaughn )
( Outfit - Click and Click)
( Words – 491)
( Mood - Pretty Good )

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn looked at her for a few moments, silence filling the already deadly quiet air. And then, he started laughing. It was a low, deep laughter but a little more amused than a chuckle. Oh how she entertained him so very much. He had encountered such bold women before but there was certainly something different about this one. He was intrigued and was not about to part himself from her company, yet. "I must say My Lady, that you do look rather ravishing when you are angry." He was still throwing out flirtations, having no shame, and practically ignoring everything she had just said to him. Though at least he still spoke to her with the appropriate title. Yet, he was not ashamed or bashful enough to be more subtle in his flirtatious words.

Weak. Was she calling Vaughn weak? Vaughn believed any emotion to be considered weak, whether it was anger, happiness, compassion, sympathy, anything like that. "Anger can also be regarded as a weakness My Lady," he said still smiling, referring to her current state of her be offended by his words. It did not phase him in the least bit, but he did enjoy provoking people and finding out what pushed their buttons. Sire and Please. This woman seemed to endlessly make him laugh. This time, he constrained it a bit better, only smiling, demonstrating his amusement. "What if I happen to come across a beautiful noble woman who I feel compelled to give a gift to?" He was just trying to be charming, trying to see how much of it she could take.