Retainer Ad-Venture Contest (EU) - Entry Thread

[Tyo_Green]

Tyo Molkoh
Balmung
Bluebird Earring


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Open cupboard. Blue suit. red tie. Grey pants. Part hair with perfumed gel from a grey cup. Brush teeth, examine bored reflection of plain boring man. Spit. Rinse.

Grab acceptable pickaxe for work. Keys in hand head out to catch the chocobo keep, three streets away. Stand in sliver of shade, eyes squinted against the glare of morning. Scratch together few gil remaining, stink of horsebird for the rest of the day.

Groups of people, dressed in uniform, splashes of acceptable colour here and there but nothing outrageous. Nothing new. The same tired graffiti etching the walls of boring buildings and the same creamy gum, hardened by the hot western sun, stuck to the same spots on the same seats.

Usual boring chatter in Backroom. waiting to be pulled away by obnoxious twang of the silver button. People stand, leave in unison, mouths moving with no words. Hand slips into my pocket and I quiver.The soft touch Allagan Silk on calloused pads ...my mind slips back.

The Master had looked at me strangely, green eyes full of judgment. A trained miner, even when decked in suit and tie, usually had grit on his pants and sweat on his brow. He was probably more confused to what I had been doing in for the last hour. I slipped my hands behind my back, a single sheet of silk crumpled in my trembling hand as, voice wavering, I replied “No...nothing of interest.”

A few fumbled venture transactions later and I had my prize, hidden safely in the depths of my pocket and a pallor crawling up my neck as slick as the sheen on my spontaneous theft . It was forbidden .But when I saw it, caught prettily on a washing line... how could I hand it to him?

Only the retainer waiting room looming out of the grey masses dribbling along the footpath could squash my new found high, at once reality crawled back under my skin with the intent of dashing me against the flagstones underfoot.A stolen venture? I would be arrested.

A public restroom, the stench of chemical and something foul decaying beneath the unwashed sink. The burning, bitter taste of nervous bile, rising, rising. The door swings shut and the lock clicks duly, engaged. My feet hit the suspiciously marked floor softly, before unsteady hands remove MY silk from its hiding place . I steady myself. Each frantic breath slowing and calming as I press it to my sun-aged cheeks.

Who knew why I had chosen that particular venture, or why the crinkle of the of the creamy silk had caught my eye. I felt liberated, awakened from the monotonous dream of my daily existence. I was no longer a faceless number carving tracks along the litter stretched roads; plodding onward to the Master’s bell ring and slinking home with my tarnished collection of venture coins and the remnants of a lonely dinner stuck to my blue jacket.

I wonder if the rogue’s guild has openings?

[Tyo_Green]

Uploaded a broken link! -pats on back- Good job Tyo, good job.