Drugs and Music - Duwein and Isadora

[Chayesh]

Set-Up: I was ranking alone in the Tombs and I saw Isadora online. I figured I would strike up some conversation with her and further my character's RP.

You tell Isadora 'Greetins and Salutations great goddess deh.'

You rest.

Isadora tells you 'Hello, dahling'

You tell Isadora 'Mi always got one question inna mi mind... mi always wonda if di gods dem ever try di herbs dem. Mi ah figure dat a Muse oohmon would haffi know di answer.'

Isadora tells you 'Well, hon, I can only answer for myself as we are beings far different from each other in origin and composition.'

You tell Isadora 'Well... mi almost certain dat di mi forrest muddah, Eshaine, fi use di 'erbs dem. Since she ah know di value of di forest.'

Isadora tells you 'Perhaps. I tend to indulge in them when I have the whimsy. However, I bore with them quickly as they don't affect me quite the same as they do mortals.'

You tell Isadora 'Dat ah shame. Di 'erbs dem fi a blessing of nature... some say mi ahdicted. But mi know di truf. I an I can stop wheneva mi a wish fi stop. But mi nah wish fi stop.'

Isadora tells you 'Dull prudes, they must be'

You tell Isadora 'Mi 'appy to know dat dere are gods dem who partake inna di 'erbs. It ah make mi soul deh truly 'appy.'

Isadora appears in a swirling mist.

You bow deeply.

Isadora says 'I know something else that would make you rather happy, as well.'

Duwein smiles beneath his massive beard... though it is quite hard to tell with all that facial hair.

A Rectangular Room

This large room literally reeks of undeath. The stench is repugnant and

overpowering, rotting flesh that gives off an acrid fume. Each alcove is

encompassed in darkness even blacker then in here, and each of the coffins

seems to be in various stages of decay. The skeleton overhead is not a good

sign.

[Exits: north east south west]

A pile of gold coins.

The sliced-off foot of A mature vampire is lying here.

Isadora the Liberated Muse of Revelry, Sublime Rhapsody of the Senses is here.

(Charmed) A large, black raven perches here.

(Charmed) A stone giant mercenary is here serving his employer.

(Charmed) A large, black raven perches here.

Isadora rummages through a small bag of shimmering silk and retrieves some finely cut opium.

Isadora says 'I hear this opium comes from a rather nice harvest of poppies. Would you care to partake in some?'

Duwein's eyes light up at the prospect! 'I an I would feel 'onored, great Goddess deh.'

Isadora says 'Well!'

Isadora grins evilly.

Isadora says 'There is a price, of course.'

Duwein bows once again, causing his dreadlocks to tumble freely. Quite the free spirit indeed.

Isadora says 'Let's see ......'

Isadora taps her chin thoughtfully.

Isadora says 'Perhaps a flattering Ode to myself?'

You say 'Hmm. I an I know how fi play some chunes dem.. but mi nah have any instruments.'

Isadora says 'What instrument are you proficient in?'

Duwein speaks in his thick accent, 'Well, when mi a likkle yute no more den dis big' moves his palms towards his knee level to emphasize, 'Mi faddah teach mi fi play di guitar.'

Isadora says 'Let's see what I can conjure up'

Isadora leaves in a swirling mist.

*3 ticks pass*

Duwein begins to write down some lyrics off of the top of his head on a piece of parchment.

Isadora tells you 'Will a fiddle do?'

You tell Isadora 'I an I will try.'

*Another 6 ticks pass*

Isadora appears in a swirling mist.

Isadora gives you a wooden violin.

Isadora says 'Here you are'

Duwein stops writing on his piece of parchment and takes the instrument into his hands.

You stop using a painted kite shield.

You stop using a fiery dagger.

You wield a wooden violin.

Duwein places the base of the violin against his neck, and runs his hands over the top of the instrument... almost as if getting a feel for it.

You say 'Mi ah put a couple of lyrics togeddah. Nuttin special.. and mi nah finish... but mi sing what mi have.'

Isadora nods.

Isadora reclines into the air, floating lazily on a cushion of light.

Duwein reaches into his satchel first and produces some pungent smelling herbs.

Duwein turns to his pet dragon. 'Fiyah... a likkle help breddren?'

Isadora looks at you.

On command, Fiyah breathes a small flame, enough to light up Duwein's herb which he casually places against his lips.

smoke herb

You light a small red herb and begin to smoke it.

[iNSERT AFFECT HERE]

Isadora chuckles politely.

Duwein clears his throat and begins swaying in a rhythmic manner back and forth (with the herb still in his lips mind you). His dreadlocks only add to the almost trance like feel of his motion.

Isadora chuckles politely.

Duwein begins to sing in a soft soothing manner while manipulating the strings of the violin. 'Di great goddes of di artist'

Duwein sings 'Fi give me a likkle task.'

Duwein sings 'Cuh mi had a simple question'

Duwein sings 'Dat mi ah wish fi ask'

Duwein sings 'So mi write dis song...'

Duwein plays the instrument with a strange proficiency, making each note accompany the sound of his voice. '...mi write dis song.'

Out of the chorus, Duwein begins his second verse. 'Dem ah say di music special'

Isadora taps her foot to the beat in the air sending sparks floating into the stale tomb.

Duwein sings 'It ah come from inna di heart.'

Duwein sings 'Di words dem come from yuh soul'

Duwein sings 'An once yuh start yuh cyaan stop'

Duwein launches into the chorus once more, his trance-like motion rising in a fervent manner. 'So mi write dis song...'

Duwein sings '...so mi write dis song'

Isadora claps her hands and squeals in delight.

Duwein stops singing now and just continues to play the instrument based on the melody that he created..

Slowly, Duwein allows the notes to fade out...

Duwein opens his eyes, and takes a casual puff of his herb, dropping the remainder to the ground before stepping on it to put it out.

The cushion of light slowly dissipates, allowing Isadora to gently land on the ground.

Isadora says 'Well done. Especially, on such short notice.'

Isadora says 'But of course ....'

Isadora says 'The sight of me can be -quite- the inspiration'

You say 'Mi nah know if it was di singing or di herbs... but mi belly ah rumble.'

Isadora sighs contentedly as she gazes into her pearl mirror.

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Isadora.

You are thirsty.

Your thirst scratches you.

You are hungry.

Your hunger grazes you.

Isadora says 'Well, as promised ....'

You eat a roasted duck.

You are no longer hungry.

You eat a roasted duck.

You are full.

Isadora says 'Here's your opium'

You drink water from the barrel.

You are full.

Your thirst is quenched.

Isadora gives you some finely cut opium.

Isadora pats you on your head.

Isadora says 'Ta-ta!'

Isadora leaves in a swirling mist.

Duwein washes down the duck with a barrell of water, before looking down at his prize.