(2018-05-24) The Rain of Bean
Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.
cosette 
Via
Summary:
A chance encounter between Sorella Cosette di Farro and Raffiano di Albrici
Related:
Monthly Pairing RP, the introduction of Martellius the potential page
Misc Info:
When like minds gather, the result is, employment?
raffiano 

In the early morning hours where the food vendors have freshly laid out their wears. Those who have not spent the prior evening drinking their weight in wines could be found here, procuring fresh breads, meats, fruits and other items shortly after the sun's morning rise over Matora. The crowds were slowly swelling, servants and nobles alike tapping on freshly plucked apples or the brightly colored exotic fruits, nuts, and of course spices from the Eastern and Kataro kingdoms.

Among the gathered was a gray clad woman, Sister of Devotion, herding a small group of children through the food vendors for shopping. Little helpers. Each of them were experiencing the practice of conservation, courtesey, and prioritizing. Mostly. A certain little dark haired youth had grown bored of the lessons. Inspired by mischief, the little scamp some how managed to collect a small handful of small beans. He would stealthly chuck them high into the air, a gentle *THUNK* upon the heads and shoulders of those who passed by. Should they look in little Martellus' way the impish little orphan would quickly re-engage the lessons, all innocent like.

*

And there is Raffiano di Albrici, of course, out in the pleasant air among the vendors. A good clear sky, no rain expected. Until of course, it rains on him. Not one to be assaulted by rain, he looks up first. Knowing of course it wasn't rain. Then a furrowed brow to look about the markets. "Right, who did that," he accuses random strangers. "Some dog of Gaspari making mockery of me is it?" He is only half serious at best, no harm no foul. But he's curious now. He reaches a hand over to his sword, as if it would be needed and begins to inspect the area for any such culprit. He's looking at adult level, and up at buildings nearby, suspecting a window culprit or someone one a rootop even, not a child. To his dismay perhaps, as he calls again, "Show yourself dog!" Its not shouted, its half an attempt to see if anyone moves or responds in a manner that would indicate they are indeed the culprit.

*

(>-------<)
| Raffiano (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
(>-------<)

*

(>-------<)
| Cosette (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 7 Status: |
(>-------<)

*

Chatter filled the air, vendors shouting praise of their wares and the banter of haggling back and forth. Would it be possible to hear the sniggering and snickering of a small brown hair child? Beside the vendor of various cheeses Cosette was teaching them all the different types. Her efforts truly focused on keeping an eye on all the ones except one very devilish little boy. Cosette caught wind the threat from Raffiano not too far away, hazel eyes observed his defensive posturing and of course the child's sniggering very close by. Suspicious the devout woman gently returned the cheese in hand, the children surrounding her were. "Martellus." The short woman pointed him out. "Come, what have you found so humorous? Share with the rest of us so we all may find what has brought you mirth and joy."

*

Not aware of child or the snickering, Raffiano is certain it was an enemy, at least to humiliate him publically. Not that it would be hard and he would probably laugh about it later, but its in that moment, his family honor completely on the line. His hand still to sword, "Yes, hide, hide like the cur you are, Gaspari lapdog." That informs the culprit he means business. And with no more mysteryious rain pelting him, he slowly eases up his hand from hilt of his sword at least. Giving a tug to the tails in the front of his double for good measure and to be set proper once more. He still eyes around. He doesn't see the boy, but the Sister stands out just enough for him in the crowd. "Sorella, good day," he offers out of respect, and reverance. Not indication of how faithful he is, other than offering that respectfully to her, as he turns to consider some food from one of the vendors.

*

The child Martellus is not much shorter than she, a couple of inches so they may respectfully match gaze with one another. The boy does shy some, glancing around in search of a tale. Cosette maintains a respectful poise, patiently waiting with a vauge smile upon her features. At last the boy admits, "I did nothing wrong." He protests, both hands tucked behind his back. Just as she was to address Martellus Raffiano' interjection is noted, the Sister inclines her head towards the bearded man, a gentle address. "Signore." A graceful hand indicates to the boy before her, "May I assume you have an enjoyment of humor? Martellus here was just about to share with us what he has found to amuse him here in the markets. We are all seekers of joy and mirth, as laughter comforts all. Would you care to learn as well?"

*

(>-------<)
| Cosette (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 14 Status: |
(>-------<)

*

Well, that just grabbed his attention. On the cusp of naming some sweet bread from a vendor, Raffiano turns to face the Sister of Devotion more properly. To the chagrin of the merchant for the moment even. He nods, "Do I, certainly, you have captured my ear Sorella." A grin hits the side of his lips, not a smirk but true mirth in his curiousity. "Surely there is something good this day, I hope I can learn of this mirth." A slight chuckle, he assumes its meant in some manner as one addresses a child. Speaking down to it, some humor like a funny looking dog, or some random chicken the kid saw earlier. No connections made by Raffiano in the moment. "I should like to share this joy." He talks to much, mostly some of the time.

*

Martellius recoiled shyly from the tall stranger's approach, suddenly unwilling to be so forthcoming in his antics. The Sister's gentle silence and stare slowly unwraveled him. The boy slowly drew a closed fist from behind his back, eyes averted as the palm unhurridly revealed the source of his amusement. Little pale beans in hand for soups and stews.

Cosette's brows raised, "Beans?" She inquired, "I do not understand young Martellius, what have they to do with your laughter?"

*

Appraised of the focus, figuring out who Martellius is, Raffiano observes. Beans for soup and stews, probably a good mix even. Colorful, in the way of white or brown or green. Some realization dawns on Raffiano, and he lifts a hand to his head where he had been pelted. His hair is long after all, and maybe this search prevents a social fauz pax of sort. Some embarassement later for real. As if a culprit is there, he pulls his hand back to look. Then he can't help a chuckle himself. As if giving more information away just in that gesture alone, he glances towas Martellius, "Indeed, to tell. It surely involves some plot with Gaspari sword arms of some sort, pressed you to help them?"

*

Cosette hadn't appeared amused, tempering her manners in silent gesture for the boy to continue. A lesson in honesty. Though brief, her gaze did wander to Raffiano, a small survey of his features as he laughed. Amusement discovered. Timid Martellius spoke, "I am not Gaspari Signore." He paused. "I threw them." A sniff, the truth slowly tugged through his lips by Cosette's stare alone. "At the people." Ashamed and embarassed to even look at the stranger he pelted, staring instead at the sword at his hip then boots touching the ground. "I'm sorry."

The thick grey vestments of the Devotion revealed a small swell around Cosette's torso, a lengthy breath pulled in then hurriedly released. "To whome Martellius? The ground? Is it the ground that deserves for your apologies?" The boy shook his head, frowning as he slowly raised head up, up, up to sheepishly meet the man's eyes, suddenly very afraid. "I apologize Signore for throwing the beans at you. I do not plot with the Gaspari, please don't kill me!"

*

There is a husk at his throat, sort of like a cough, as if Raffiano reins in the serious before he loses to more laughter. It remains in his eyes, that mirth, but the scuff on his chin and cheeks might help keep his mouth more serious. He stands, and even pulls in a breath, his arms to go his side. Akimbo. Not that he would normally do that, but it looks serious he believes. "That is a serious apology for the crime of throwing beans. That you confess to not joining cause with Gaspari, I can only forgive this offense." Raffiano looks to Cosette, hopefully going the way she might intend, he doesn't want to even try to undermine her influence on the children, or do worse by his own attitudes. "But it is a fine arm you have for throwing beans. What do you think of my siblings young Signore?" As if he would hire the lad to visit his family just to give them some grief. Then a look to Cosette, "If it pleases you Sorella, I do not mean to further distract from lessons." His own interrogation of the young man that is.

*

(>-------<)
| Cosette (Heraldry) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 8 Status: |
(>-------<)

*

Cosette offers a small nod of approving at the boy's truthful admission. It is shared to Raffiano as well for holding up the ideals of both truthfullness and forgiveness. She doesn't outright praise either of their actions, a hinting smile said much. The young boy then recited, perhaps well practiced in apologies, "I am as a man honored that you accept my apology." His features lit up, instantly casting away the sheepish nature, "Do you believe so Signore? I can throw very far. I throw the farthest out of all the other orphans." Coestte gently corrected, "Furthest." He then says, "Yes furthest! May I Sister Cosette? Can I go?" Large dark brown eyes pleaded.

"Do you know whom you speak with young Martellius? Do you see upon his tunic? The embroidery there? He is from House Albrici who is currently in Vindicti with House Gaspari." She explained before turning in favor of the man. "I am proud of the virtues you displayed for the young orphans Signore, as taught by the Divinity of the Three. I am Sister Cosette, these are the children of the Basilica of San Siracusa, the Orphanage just there." She points to the north.

Martellius' brows raised, "Oooh. I don't know anything about House Albrici. Will you fight with the Gaspari and defeat them?"

*

There is a lift of brows, impressed even one could say, as Raffiano hears out the apology. Even if trained, that's a downright good skill to have, the utilization of ones language. "I do believe so. And I may well need a compatriot when it comes to such battles with my infamous sister, the Signora Guiliana di Albrici." A grin at it all, he turns more to Cosette, impressed the same by her recognition. That he usually finds his brother gets more so than himself. "Quite right Sister Cossette, it seems the Orphanage has done well with these children." He furrows his lips a little, considering, "If you wish, perhaps you could select some children for a lunch with Albrici, to express more the charitable work done by the Basilica of San Siracusa. I am interested in where they learn to throw beans so well." A grin, more a tease there. Then a nod to the boy, "Oh yes, I am certain we will defeat them and any other house of Matora." Maybe he shouldn't say that part too loud, someone is likely to take him more serious than needs be.

*

Martellius jumped excitedly, a few of the other children had as well. Hands raised and voices all in broken unison expressing their eagerness and desire to visit the great house. Some more familiar with their standing than the others. Cosette entertained their excitement for a few moments, perhaps even enjoying it. But there was a certain level of poise expected, courtesies and mannerisms that should be practiced at all times. The Sister raised a palm, a gentle shush to quell their pleas.

"I will share your praise with the other Sisters that Signore Albrici was indeed impressed by their behaviors." She tells him. "I may have a few in mind." The woman hints, smirking some. "As you have already taken well to young Martellius here, he will be the first selected of course. Perhaps a budding kinship of apprenticeship may be born out of mischief." Martellius beams, proudly excited until he's suddenly frowning, "All the houses? Sister Cosette is from Farro! You want to hurt her?!"

*

All the young children begin to gasp, their protests at the thought of harm coming to the Sister that cares from them become loud. Suddenly he's seen very differently.

*

(>-------<)
| Raffiano (Trusting) |
| -----— |
| Success Trusting |
| -
------ |
| Trusting |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 5 |
(>-------<)

*

"My thanks Sister Cosette," returns Raffiano, amiable to the situation. The children kept in line even, though he could well encourage them out of line. He's definitely that sort of sibling. A slight opening of his jaw, caught in his own trap. "What, the fair Signora, Sister Cosette di Farro. I admit I could never harm her. I would be reluctant to quarrel with her house, especially at a time like this. Those of the faith must stick together." He knows enough to know that much at least, where they stand. He does hold up his hands, "She's done so well with you, even should it come to Vindicti, I could not lift my voice or hand against your Sister Cosette here." A slight grin to her, "My apologies, I think I'm stirring up trouble. But they say I've a knack for it. I don't buy it, but I do not deny it either."

*

With children everything was literal and dire. Their fears quelled and suddenly he was seen in favor again, pelted with questions all at once. Cosette didn't mind at all, a hint of happiness on her features as he managed to successfully navigate through their emotional traps to gain favor of them again. She offers the man a small nod of her head, "I am humbly accept your apologies Signore, easily forgiven, as do the children here apparently." A small smile then. "You and young Martellius here seem to have a passion for stirring up interest." She mused as the young boy then stepped forward, "May I? Can I be Signore's apprentice? He can teach me to throw farther! Further! I want to help House Albrici fight!"

*

"Its true Signora," nods Raffiano, looking more at ease. So much he's forgotten his hunger for the moment, but he'll get that sweet bread just yet. "Some things are easily forgiven." Such as being pelted by beans. He lifts a hand near his ear, offering a scratch of the scruff there. "Men of beans tend to favor each others company, this is true," he says, not really knowing, then blinking as that probably didn't come out as intended at all. The boys excitement masks any more off comments from Raffiano, who grins. "Well, an apprentice, that is something to work out with the Orphanage I well imagine. I do not know the policy Sorella Cosette's Bascilica holds regarding their youth being given to page for a noble son of the city." His lips purse, really considering it, "He could be helpful, he is determined. Perhaps, at this lunch, we could discuss such a role for the lad, your Sect not withstanding." If it was up to her regarding these children.

*

Cosette admirably watches Martellius' eagerness, somehow not willing to quell it. "It is I who arranges the placement of the children to the homes of others Signore. Along with tutilage and their entire care until they may be apprenticed, serve under a house as page or reach the age of maturity to walk their own paths. If you are truly interested I will make the preparations on behalf of the Basilica should an agreement be accepted."

*

"Well, this is good, the offer for lunch stands of course. Martellius and any others you wish to invite." He sort of side mouthes, "And let my family see how he is in the house. They'll have to deal with us both down the road, otherwise I think this is suitable. It is good fortune I ran into you Sorella. Thank the lucky arm of young Martellius here." He inhales, then remembers the bread. That sweet scent lingering there, "I am interested. I will arrange with my family, hopefully they will come to meet the children and you, Sister Cosette di Farro. I would hope my brother would take interest in such a meeting as well. He keeps his face to the scales too much, he needs to get out more." And work with the other houses.

*

Cosette chuckled a touch, allowing the promise of expanding a relationship with the House Albrici seems to brighten her gaze. "There is much the young may learn of one the Great Houses Matora has within them. It will be the greatest lesson I could offer with some insight into the true workings of running a prestine house. These children are less likely to know such joys but to know that there are those of high status have a care for them, it will brighten their small hearts." Martellius stretched out a hand, almost cementing a promise to be the best page and apprentice the man would know. "I thank you for your time Signore Albrici and as that the three Paragons seek to bless you in your endevors. Of both honor and duty."

*

The grin remains on his features, and he listens quietly. Even nodding, Raffiano returns, "Well, that makes it sound almost noble." The care from a Great House to children that is, something he wasn't even considering, but makes it evident its news to him as she expresses this between them. IF a hand is offered, it is certainly taken. He looks down at him, "There is a lot to find joy in on this world, I am certainly one that enjoys a good bean-ing. Among a great many mirths. But when it comes to our arms, that is my special interest with my family. It is the one we take seriously. If you should visit the Spettacolo, give it a look now in all its marvel. That will fade when it comes to practice. Sharp of mind, sharp of tongue, sharp of arm." A slight grin at himself, he should pen that but, alas, it will slip before he gets to any such paper. "I will send word to the Basilica with a time to share lunch?" Just to make sure that is where she receives such correspondance perhaps.

*

The young Martellius nodded enthusistically, latching on the all wisdom spoken by Raffiano as though they were the devout words from the Paragons themelves. "I will! I will visit the Spetapulo!" Close enough.

Cosette then made a reply for the man, "We will patiently await word and a proper invitation." Ever curteous and proper then she looks to the dark haired youth. "Now, say farewell and Martellius there is another lesson here in taking things that do not belong to you. You must also apologize to the street vendor you stole from. Let us take no more of the Signore Albrici's time."

*

Close enough indeed, Raffiano's smile grows. "Good, this is a good start Signore Martellius," he returns, then offers a bow of his head to the Sister of Devotion. "Certainly, I will set about this at once, to assure all arrangements are made in a timely fashion. I bid you good day, Sorella Cosette." Then he grins, turning as she talks about the second apology, the boy probably thought he was off some hook there. That grins indicates he remembers his own orneriness. He then addresses the sweet bread vendor, and his growing appetite. Taking two now instead of the one he intended, and then heading across the way to the counting house of his brothers.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License