Post by Pierre Trépardoux (R) on Jun 29, 2011 23:12:13 GMT -5
It was my second week back in Elua and I was performing on the edge of the temple district and managing to draw quite the crowd with my acrobatics, timed perfectly with the occasional joke or satirical comment. “So, an Aragonian Duc was preparing to ride off on a quest. Before he leaves, he locks up the duchess with a chastity belt and calls in his most trusted knight and hands him the key. "Sir Bellaco, here is the key to my Wife's honor. Should I fall in battle, it is to you to release her from her belt so she might marry again." He then leaves on his journey. At the top of a hill, he turns back for one last look at his castle and is surprised to see Sir Bellaco riding breakneck in pursuit. "My lord, my lord....wait! You have given me the wrong key!"”
The crowed chuckled and I then rushed up to a platform I had constructed and pointed at a young man. “You sir,”
“Me sir?”
“Yes, you sir?”
“You remind me of a man.”
“What man?”
“The man with the power.”
“What power?”
“The power of Whodoo.”
“Who do?”
“You do!”
“Do what?
“Remind me of a man.”
And so went the diolouge. I loved plants in the audience. Everyone know they were there, but it was still funny.
After a brief break I proceeded to to a tumbling act and for my final bit a song about the various houses of the night court. When the show was over the little bucket I placed at the front of the stage began to fill with various denominations. I smiled and tipped my hat, thanking those people who supported me. I noticed though that there was one man who seemed to be hanging about and I wondered if he might be wanting an assignation. I always noted on my sign that I was former Orchis as well. Though I truly didn’t prefer men it was money. He approached and I bowed. “May I be of service m’lord.”
“Peraps good man. You put on a good show and might be what I’m in search of.”
The plan walked up to me and I gave him his due, still watching the lord. “You seek me sir?”
“Yes. I’m hosting a fete next week and I need an entertainer. I heard you sing and I wonder if you know--”
“Stuff that won’t make the Cassielines blush? I do m’lord.”
“Would you--”
“Just tell me when and how much!”
The crowed chuckled and I then rushed up to a platform I had constructed and pointed at a young man. “You sir,”
“Me sir?”
“Yes, you sir?”
“You remind me of a man.”
“What man?”
“The man with the power.”
“What power?”
“The power of Whodoo.”
“Who do?”
“You do!”
“Do what?
“Remind me of a man.”
And so went the diolouge. I loved plants in the audience. Everyone know they were there, but it was still funny.
After a brief break I proceeded to to a tumbling act and for my final bit a song about the various houses of the night court. When the show was over the little bucket I placed at the front of the stage began to fill with various denominations. I smiled and tipped my hat, thanking those people who supported me. I noticed though that there was one man who seemed to be hanging about and I wondered if he might be wanting an assignation. I always noted on my sign that I was former Orchis as well. Though I truly didn’t prefer men it was money. He approached and I bowed. “May I be of service m’lord.”
“Peraps good man. You put on a good show and might be what I’m in search of.”
The plan walked up to me and I gave him his due, still watching the lord. “You seek me sir?”
“Yes. I’m hosting a fete next week and I need an entertainer. I heard you sing and I wonder if you know--”
“Stuff that won’t make the Cassielines blush? I do m’lord.”
“Would you--”
“Just tell me when and how much!”