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| Topic Started: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:43 am (256 Views) | |
| Bear Cook | Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:06 am Post #16 |
 
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Banagher smiled at his friend, he seemed to be more then happy to come along and see if he could get a job. Banagher nodded as he wiped his knife clean and sheathed it, walking down the road, he turned back, "Let's go to the job, we've got a long night head of us my friend." He kept up a brisk pace, it was only a ten minute walk down the street before they made it to a small mansion, it's gate guarded by three guards with halberds. They looked at Banagher and nodded, waving them through, Banagher smiled as they let Jacobi in without a second thought. He walked up to the door and knocked, a rather thin butler opening the door, "Yes... oh, Mister Banagher, please come in... who is that with you? Some kind of apprentice or... what exactly?" Banagher chuckled as he looked at the butler, "He's my friend, he's a mime, an entertainer. I was hoping you guys could give him a small job with performing in front of you guys." Banagher crossed his fingers, hoping the butler would agree. The butler looked the mime up and down, shrugging, "The dancer we asked to come here got into an accident and injured her leg, we could use someone to entertain us during the third and the final fourth course of the meals. So yes, this is quite an opportunity sir... what shall I introduce him as?" Banagher smirked, "Introduce him as Jac-man, I'll go to the kitchen and prepare the meals. Please sir lead Jacobi to the waiting room for performers, I'll prepare the first course immediately." Banagher was familiar with the mansion having cooked here before, he rushed away to the kitchen, where he would need to start cooking and making a masterful feast worthy of the nobility. |
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| Jacobi | Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:57 am Post #17 |
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Long night? Hah! The length of any night could seem to fly by in the bink of an eye when enough fun and entertainment was had! The mime would have chuckled if he could, but seeing as how he could not, he merely made it seem as if he were chuckling before he began to follow after his friend, dancing and twisting about while never losing sight of his apparent guide. No matter how much he might dance and jump around in excitement, the mime would still be fully prepared and ready for the coming show he would put on. Oh, how is mind raced, how various performances and ideas flooded thruogh his very thoughts, it had been so long, too long since he had been a part of a private performance, since he had gotten to be inside of a room performing for simply thsoe that could afford him, though these people might end up getting to see his performance for free, the idea was still there and how wonderful an idea it would surely be. Perhaps he would bring back his old tricks, use them for a grand show, one amazing and wonderful indeed. And as he followed behind the amazingly-skilled cook, his black eyes caught sight from beneath his mask the sight of a large building. Jacobi slowed down his mvoements, pretending to clear his throat as he followed behind Banagher, sitll clearly gleeful in the way he took his strides with each step, giving a slight bow to each of the guards, thanking them for letting him past. Oh, and how the feeling of wonderment and excitement returned as they neared the door, only to be greeted by a man, clearly the butler, and a bit on the thin side, as well. For a moment, the mime simply watched and listened as the two spoke, finding the idea of being Banagher's apprentice a bit amusing, but then quickly covering up the smile of hs mask as he heard of the unfortunate incident which befell the dancer that he was apparently to replace, such a shame. However, that the butler would allow him, upon observation, to be the replacement was a good thing, illiciting yet another bow frmo Jacobi in thanks, his hands clapped together for a moment before he stood back up. He was hoping, at least, that the butler was a good judge of character, rather than being too lazy to do his job right. And once more, beneath the guise of the mask that forever s, Jacobi, too, smiled as he heard the suggestion pass the lips of Banagher, to have him be introduced as Jac-Man. Yes, it was so long, so thought Jacobi, but it seemed that after so long, Jac-Man was returning, and perhaps none might truly remember the mime who performed before kingds and queens of old, he would be sure to revive Jac-Man, to revive the very existence of the masterful mime, and this would be the grand return! With each step so silent, Jacobi followed after the butler through the mansion, his movements so quiet that the butler frequented to look back and be sure that the entertainer was still there, that he hadn't moved off. The other performers had been at least audible with their footsteps, but each step that the mime made, though gleeful and long with a slight bounce to them, were also quiet, placed carefully and gently upon the ground to remove any unwanted noise from echoing through the halls. He was a mime who, while being silent as ever, truly took the utmost pride in his work, who strived to be sure that he didn't make a sound if he couldn't help it, something which often led him to being careful of his surruondings, to make sure that he wasn't going to knock something over, which of coruse made him a preferrable sort of entertainer for the butler to lead to the room converted for the entertainers to wait within. In the hall there were some small display table with things on them which seemed like they might cost quite a bit, except for one table where a performer who had arrived earlier had knocked something down to be shattered. A shame, to whatever that thing might have been, but it was of no real importance now. Finally they had reached the room, the butler opening it for the mime to enter, once again giving a gracious and somewhat enthusiastic bow with that performer's flair as he entered into the room to be greeted by a bit of chattering between performers, the door shutting behind him as the butler took his leave. There were several, it seemed that some performers were in a group, and then there was another, like Jacobi, who seemed to be a lone performer. Ah well, he would at least get the third and final meals, though he cuoldn't help but stop and wonder for just a moment... Would the same people who could so clearly afford all of this be having dessert? And if so, who would be performing then? |
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| Bear Cook | Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:00 am Post #18 |
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Banagher easily navigated the corridors until he got to the kitchen, he entered it and saw the head chef already giving orders, he stuck his nose up when he saw Banagher, who immediately shouted loudly, "Good evening everyone, I'm Banagher, I'm the head chef for today. So if you're following what this wind bag is saying to do then I suggest you stop, because we're not doing anything fancy for the first course, come on people! Chop chop! Just do what I do!" He quickly took the large floppy hat from the head chef, quickly putting it on, making sure his ears weren't placed inside it to, he quickly showed them how to make a creamy broth. He had them cutting potatoes, grating cheese, and getting lots of cream and milk, he had what few were left to help him make enough broth for the potato soup. He worked quickly, easily gaining the respect of most of the common help, but the ex-head chef looked on in anger, refusing to help with such a common food. Banagher simply shrugged, allowing him to sit there in anger as he prepared the meals. It was an hour later, it was finally the third course, he had them prepare curry to help cleanse the pallet of the savory mutton he had cooked before. He stood among the nobility as they tasted his food, all of them nodding in agreement, some not even nodding, but instead burying their face into the curry, unable to talk as their minds went into a coma of spicy bliss. Banagher watched as the stage was set, the butler coming to the front of the room, "Please welcome the mime Extraordinaire! Jac-man!" He bowed and walked to the side, allowing Jacobi to walk into the room and take the show. |
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| Jacobi | Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:26 am Post #19 |
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The mime sat in the waiting room on a chair, watching and listening to the other performers converse, plotting out what they were going to do and otherwise simply chatting about what was giong on and all sorts of other things. While he might not be able to do anything to the sort of actually converse with any of them, his way of talking taking up qutie a bit too much room, he still didn't mind to simply sit and listen, something that seemed to actually be a rather good thing as one of the performers, the one who was not with the group, went over and began talking. Well, really it was more of an unloading of apparent stress on the matter, worries about what might happen, if this was going to be the performer's final act and such things, the jitters to a performer coming face-to-face with the reailty of their first true performance before an audience of higher-class people. It was a truly understandable thing, though Jacobi never had those problems, he was always confident in himself and his abilities to entertain. Hell, with all honesty, he was very likely the very first person in the world to become a mime, to even think up the idea of mimes! He had taken the white skin and black eyes gifted to him by some higher power and had built a theme around such a thing, black and white clothing, the white mask taken from the plays that always had hanging above their performances of comedy and tragedy. And ever since then, he entertained people, he caused mimes to actually become a style of entertainment, and he could never help but wonder if any of them told each other the history of mimes, tracing it back to him or if they simply let be what may be, leaving history untouched and simply going out and doing their best to perform, to pretend as if there were some sort of thing there to interact with that there truly was not. For magic users, certainly such a style of entertainment could prove to be a grand thing, the ability to hover and step as if walking on the side of a street, or even for those elsewise magically-challenged who instead chose to merely act as if they were trapped with no hope of escape... As well, Jacobi worried that there might have been some who simply made the performances of being a mime... confusing and otherwise unentertaining. The trick behind being a mime was not to utilize some overused act, but to simlpy be happy and merry for as long as you could while never uttering a word, and if possible, without ever making a sound. Jacobi's knack for this was to pretend that there was somebody to fight when truly none existed. When finally the other performer had finished their worrying, Jacobi gave them a hug and a thumbs-up before that person and their group went out to perform. With any luck, even if they were not so good at their performance, the richer people would be too busy with Banagher's food to notice. While not entirely being something that the mime hoped for, he was hoping that the group would not be demoralized. For a while, the mime sat, now alone in the room with another person who seemed to choose to ignore him, reading a book as it seemed, a rather uncomforting sort to be so quiet and antisocial, though Jacobi not dare make a move to truly interact with the person, instead choosing to stand up, rearranging some empty chairs, getting a glimpse from the person every now and then, though the person seemed to hide this fact every time that Jacobi's sight turned towards them. He was up to something, truly, but to what he could not say. Instead, when he was finished, he began to put on a little performance to himself, allowing his mind to wander for a moment as he began, first jumping, backwards, over the chairs and landing perfectly as he thought that the only way to truly prove that he was the one and only Jac-Man would be to prove so entertaining that he stole attention away from the elf's cooking! With thought quickly finishing though his mind, the mine lifted his foot to prepare itself upon the tops of two chairs before he stood up with ease, one foot seeming to be flat against the air as he stood, almost motionless and as if upon solid ground while he thought to himself, pretending to stroke a long and old beard as he wonder how he might go about doing such a thing. Then he began to pace, walking easily with one foot in front of the other down the row of chairs, three to be specific until he reached the end, having started in the middle, and placing one foot out in front as if he were going to simply fall off the edge, illiciting a worried sort of gasp from the other performer in the room, which seemed to be the only thing to stop him as he pivoted aroudn with ease, seeming to somehow remain otherwise motionless while he completed the action, looking back to the person to see their book raise quickly as if they did not care about what might have happened to the man who would be performing after them. It brought a slight smile beneath his mask to have broken the person's concentration, though it was once mroe broken as the door opened to reveal the butler, come to inform the next performer that it was their time upon the stage, though stopping for just a moment to look at the mime who stood so easily upon the mind, a sigh passing by his lips before he resumed the message and closnig the door after the other performer left. With a silent and unheard sigh, the mime hopped from his spot on the chairs and landed almost perfectly into the one that faced the door as he rested his elbow on the right arm of the chair and his head upon his hand, now he had no audience and would surely have to wait. And so he did, he waited without a single thought of complaint, simply wondering what he might do, how he might go about performing it, forming thuoghts in his mind, planning for what he might have at his disposal, though it would surely not be much. And finally came the butler, a bit relieved to see the mime off of the chairs, surely they were expensive imports that were old and from some other country that made such things like wonderful chairs, and led him from the room, down some halls and to the side of a stage, a magical light illuminating the stage, probably at the casting of some hired light-mancer or whatever and introduced him by his chosen title, Jac-Man. Now the show could truly begin! The mime leapt and span about in the air as he launched himself to the stage, repeating this step several more times until he stood calmly upon the middle of the stage, looking around for whatever he might be able to use for his performance, once more pretending to be an old man and stroking an invisble beard as he looked to a series of empty chairs, about a dozen... And within an instant it sprang to his mind what he might be able to do with those, going down from the stage to gather up the empty chairs and makinghis way back to the stage with two at a time, putting them at the age to ebgin with, to keep a good track of them before he, himself, returned to the stage, taking the chairs and arraging them, putting some on their front legs with the backs facing the ceiling and others around those, within a moment it could be clear that he was making a table, though a bitmore odd than the one the richer people ate at, and with the chairs that made the table put in just such a way that's purpose would truly be revealed once he began his performance. Once more he took a deep breath, this was the first time in so long that he had gotten to perform before such a crowd, and he would be sure not to disappoint. |
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| Bear Cook | Fri Sep 16, 2011 4:07 am Post #20 |
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Banagher had not disappointed the nobles and he knew Jacobi wouldn't either. He looked as Jacobi was setting up his stage, he smirked, the fun was about to begin. He looked to the side to a young chef, she seemed to be a novice chef but she was quick to learn, he had taken a shine to her and immediately had her helping him make most of the dishes. He told her to quickly go back and give out curry to the performers who had already gone and to make sure the fourth course's ingredients were being brought in. For the fourth course he had planned on making turkey with a side of tripe and a nice bowl of fruit, the turkey to make them tired so they could sleep easily, the tripe to cleanse the taste of turkey from their mouths, and the fruit to keep them awake. He was shortly called back into the kitchen, helping prepare everything, instructing people on what to do. Even giving short lessons to show how they should chop the fruits and sheep stomach for the tripe. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he hoped he didn't miss his friend's performance, but he couldn't rush, good food was made with patience. So he rolled up his sleeves and went to work, he left the lackeys to finishing off the fourth course, he himself, would work on the dessert, he kept it a secret from all and worked it slowly, making sure it would be perfect for when it was ready. He kept his hands slow and steady, yes, don't rush, feel it move with your hands and mold it, don't go against it, mold it they way it wants to be molded, natural, quick, clean... and delicious. |
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