TS - Day 00 - Ticklish_Spirit's Sandbox.

[Kalamos]

Test thread for Ticklish_Spirit's character.

Here you can further develop your character prior to joining main game continuum.

 

[ticklish_spirit]

There is a soft thud as Kjiron's little raft nestles itself into the soft shore. It's only just enough to wake him from his light cat nap. He stretches out forward on his stomach throwing his tail end up into the air and cracking his fingers and toes. Kj had "set sail" off of...well...truth is he didn't really know where he was at the time. No more than he knew where he was now. But the watter looked inviting and there were more than enough natural supplies near enough to the waters edge to justify his little voyage.

He hopped off and took down the large bear-skin he'd used for a sail. Leaving the raft wouldn't be a big deal but he rather liked the skin. It had kept him warm while he slept under the stars on more than one occason. The fact that he killed and skined the bear himself was no doubt a part of it as well. Once all his belongings were packed up and ready to go he walked up off the shore a short ways and took a good look around. Not far off he saw a fisherman who would no doubt know where he was.

"Afternoon there fisher." Kjiron said.

"Oh my!" exlaimed the fisherman, "Well have a look at you would you! You're an odd sight for these old eyes." he said as he was shaking Kj's hand with a very welcome friendliness.

"Heh, well thanks." said Kjiron. He was more than used to peoples' responses to his appearance. "I'm Kjiron, it's nice to meet you. I was wondering if you would be kind enough as to tell me where exactally I am and how to get to the nearest town?"

"Of corse!" replied the fisherman, "Of corse, it's no trouble at all. They're really not biting at all today anyway. You my friend are on the Tharagyan Peninsula just a short ways from Bisanthium. There's a path just off that way that will take you right into town." he said as he pointed off yonder, "You'll no doubt be a rare enough visitor there if that's where you're headed."

"Ah, wonderful!" Kjiron said with more than a hint of releaf in his voice. He liked to travel but it was about time he took some time to relax at a nice inn. "I'm not really headed anywhere in perticular but I was just thinking it would be nice to sleep on a bed for one night. Thanks very much for your help. And I hope you catch lots of fish yet!"

Kjiron waved as he wanderd off twords the path he had been pointed to. Even with such simple directions it was yet to be seen as to whether or not Kj would actually make it to Bisanthium. If anyone could get lost crossing the street it was Kjiron.

 

[ticklish_spirit]

It was late afternoon when Kjiron saw the city come into view. He hadn't realized just how big Bisanthium was. It'd been a while since he'd seen a city large enough for a big front gate with guards and everything like that. When the fisherman had told Kjiron about the city he only imagined a small fishing village or something of the sort. It was a rather large surprise to say the least. And after some thought, Kj decided that it was a welcome surprise at that. His fine sense of hearing was already picking up the loud hustle and bustle that is life in such a place. People were shouting this and that, no doubt in the markets people were arguing and advertising over and about their wears.

Then, there was THAT sound.

The one sound that could either tell Kj that people were enjoying theme selves with a wonderful night of food, friends, and fun. Or it could just as easily mean someone was suffering a rather terrible fate at the hands of some sadistic individual.

Kjiron liked laughing just as much as the next person. A good joke or a fun night with people you enjoy being around. But to be forced to laugh against your will. To be pushed into it. Poked, prodded...tickled into laughter. Kj absolutely hated that. No, it's more than that. He abhorred it, and even feared it. If there was one way to quickly turn this fun loving and friendly individual into a young boy ready to fight to the death for his life it would be to simply poke him in his sides or run your finger slowly down the back of his neck.

It's been a few years since Kjiron first set out on his adventures and he's already seen a lot of the world in that time. So he was more than familiar with the slavers that dotted the world's face. He had even, on more than one occasion, been forced to escape them himself. Being part cat and part boy apparently made him a valuable commodity in some people's eyes. And the fact that he was so ticklish he couldn't walk barefoot in the grass without giggling didn't help much either. But it is very true when they say that a cat has nine lives. And two of Kj's are currently serving as personal slaves to the rich out there in would of what-ifs.

He just shook his head and tried to ignore the distant sounds. He'd be in town soon enough then he could just ask for the location of a nice inn and enjoy the rest of his evening talking with the folk that would no doubt take an interest in the ears on his head and tail on his behind. If he had all the power in the world he would make it his objective to help free those doomed to that sad fate that he himself feared so. But one of those two lost lives had already learned the hard way that he did not in fact have all the power in the world. A fact that was sometimes hard for Kj to forget.

"Halt!" stated the guardsman as Kjiron approached the vast city, "State your name and...wow! Well look at that. Haven't seen one of your kind around these parts." The guard easily spoke for all the people in the immediate vicinity. Another guard and merchant even stopped in the middle of the loud discussion they were having to pay attention to the interesting new arrival.

"Heh, yeah I thought you'd say something like that." it was more than a little difficult for Kj to hide the fact that he'd herd that oh so many times before. "My name is Kjiron and I'm just a wanderer looking for a nice inn to enjoy for the night."

"Well there's a nice one right inside the gates here." said the guardsman, "Good rates and good ale. Can't ask for more than that."

"No, no that you can't." replied Kj, "Sounds like just what I'm looking for."

"Well I hope you enjoy your stay then. You'll no doubt be the the talk of the inn for the night." stated the guardsman. Kjiron was once again trying to hide his familiarity with this line of conversation. "I may even stop by myself and enjoy a pint with you after I'm off duty."

"Sounds like fun sir. I'll look forward to it." Kjiron said as he bowed slightly with respect to the guard.

"Well on your way then. Enjoy your stay in Bisanthium. And just be aware, that just because you look a little different doesn't mean we won't keep just as sharp an eye on you as we do everyone else." said the guardsman in his firm, commanding tone, "If you start any trouble you'll wind up where all the other troublemakers do."

Kjiron's ears twitched involuntarily at that last statement. He never meant to cause trouble of course. But the potential consequences weren't really all that happy to think about.

"You have my word, I'll stay out of trouble officer." Kjiron said as the guard waved him through into the city.

It wasn't more than a handful of steps into the city that Kj noticed the inn the guard mentioned. It looked like just the kind of place a wandering cat boy could go to enjoy some bread and ale while telling stories to the anxious audience that would no doubt be forming around him.

The sun was well set and and Kjiron's stay at the inn was exactly what he had expected. The ale was actually a little better than he imagined. But he hadn't been able to drink in a good while so he just attributed it to his long dry spell. He had made more than a few new friends and got to tell all the stories he wanted. Maybe he exaggerated a little here and there but it's all the same around a pint right? The officer had even kept true to his word and stopped in for a time to share some of Kjiron's conversation.

After he rented his nice little room on the second floor and had taken off his armor and equipment to enjoy his evening he began to catch the eye of every single barmaid and cute girl in the building. He'd been told that there was just something about those ears and that tail that the girls liked. And it often got him a little more attention than he wanted. Kj didn't have a problem with girls at all. He had slept with his fare share of both girls and boys that he'd met in his travels. But when they began to pour themselves all over him while all he wanted to do was enjoy his meal and conversation... But Kjiron had learned to live with it. In the end he always admitted to himself that he liked the attention anyway.

When the night started to come to a close and the locals started to wander and even stumble off to their rooms Kj decided that he was ready to hit the hay himself. It wasn't but a few moments after he'd closed the door to his room that there was a knock on it.

"Come in." Kjiron said, he left it unlocked simply out of force of habit. He just didn't like being locked into a room even if the key was on his side.

"Good evening there Kjiron." said the pretty young thing that was sliding into Kjiron's room, "Sorry to be disturbing you."

Her name was Tristie. She stood just a little taller than Kj and her long waves of dark brown hair shimmered slightly in the moonlit room. Kjiron remembered her from earlier in the night. She was the first one to have spotted Kj out of his armor and in his regular clothes. And she was also the first one to have had the chance to wink at him. But he didn't really know much more about her than her name. She introduced herself while he was eating but she had rushed off before saying much more than her name and that she was so pleased to meet him.

"I'm sorry I ran off like that before." Tristie said with a rather mischievous look in her hazel eyes, "But I had some things that I needed...and I just wanted to get them taken care of before I forgot."

"Oh it's no big deal. I've done that lots of times. I'm actually not all that great at remembering things like chores." Kjiron was remembering the many many occasions that his father Mitchel had scolded and punished him for not doing this or that back home.

"So, you're staying here alone tonight then?" Tristie asked with that feminine tone that almost demanded she be allowed to stay with him.

"Ah...yeah...I don't have any traveling companions." Kjiron honestly hadn't expected this kind of situation to present itself tonight. But he didn't see much reason to throw her out. She was very pretty, and Kj thought himself a good judge of character. Tristie seemed like a nice enough night time companion. "But if you need somewhere to stay tonight you're more than welcome to share my bed tonight." Kj said in his failed attempt to be smooth.

Tristie giggled at Kjiron's attempt to verbally sweep her off her feet. Which in turn made Kjiron's cheeks turn a light shade of pinkish-red. A sight that Tristie apparently thought was just as funnie.

"Well now that's an offer I just can't turn down isn't it?" Tristie was no doubt going to poking fun at Kj for that one a few more times yet. "But before we get to the bed part there was something else I was wondering if you'd do with me?" That mischievous spark was back and it was beginning to give Kj the shivers.

Kjiron was sitting on his bed as he watched Tristie approach with one of her hands behind her back. She glided over to the bed, sat down beside him, and pulled out a long, soft, brown feather out from behind her back. She didn't even have the chance to lay it in his lap before Kjiron had bolted up off the bed and onto his feet. If the hairs on the back of his neck stood up any straighter they would fly right off his skin.

 

[ticklish_spirit]

"Well, now that's not quite the response I was expecting." said Tristie, "Normally when a pretty girl offers herself to a man as entertainment he's a little more enthusiastic about it."

Kjiron's senses were all tingling. There was something very off about this. The feather alone was enough to instinctively cause his adrenaline levels to shoot through the roof. But then he started feeling things out a little more. This girl...that look on her face...so maybe it's not all that common for a girl to enjoy being tickled but it does happen. And even if it is true...no, Kj new there was still something she wasn't telling him.

"I'm flattered but I actually think I'll just go ahead and keep moving tonight after all. You can have the room for the night, it's already paid for." Kjiron said, the tone in his voice told Tristie that he was beginning to catch on. But she didn't seem all that worried about anything. A fact that made Kj even more uncomfortable.

He walked over to his pack with his armor and equipment in it. It was a little stuffed with all that mail in there but he'd carried his armor in it before. He was leaning down to grab his sword and buckler when he felt a large pair of strong hands squeeze all the air out of his lungs. The room started to sway back and fourth. And the moonlight started to change colors.

"Hm, I didn't honestly expect it to take effect so soon yet." Tristie stated calmly. "If you think I'm going to just let you walk away you've got another thing coming. A pretty young boy like you, especially like you, would fetch a very nice price to the right buyer. Not many people can brag about having a pet cat as rare as you."

"Yo...oh...you...that's why you...oh boy..." Kj could barely breath let alone stand and speak at the same time. And so his legs gave out and he landed on the wooden floor with a soft thud. Whatever it was that she had slipped into his drink when she first introduced herself it was no doubt potent. Kjiron had always been proud of being able to hold his liquor despite his size. But this seemed to be just to much for his physiology to handle.

"My god, you are beautiful." Tristie taunted as she leaned down next to him, "I really was serious you know. About letting you play with me. And I think we'd have enjoyed ourselves. But if you want to do this the hard way then that works just as well." Tristie gently brushed Kjiron's hair away from his face. "You are going to help set me good for many months my pretty little kitty."

Kjiron could barely hear her, and his vision had gone completely black. But he still clung to consciousness. He began to truly grasp the dire situation he had managed to get himself into. All he'd had to have done was say that he was busy or not looking for company. Even if he'd have just gone to bed sooner and locked the door. Thoughts of his fate started to swirl through his mind, and it made him even sicker to his stomach than he already was. Was this really it? Were all his adventures about to come to an end just like that? And worse, was he really to spend the rest of his days as some baron or baroness's personal tickle toy and slave?

"NO!"

The thought resounded loudly through his mind. It was enough to bring his vision back. He could see Tristie looking through his pack on the floor next to him. She was ogling over his bear skin like it was hers now.

"NO!!"

His father had always told him that the most important things he would do with himself in life would not be what he did with his body. But rather what he did with his mind. The mind is the most powerful force in all existence. And with enough will and discipline it could do anything. Even break the effects of a strong drug.

"NO!!! I will not fall like this! I will not become some common slave!" Kjiron's thoughts were so loud one might have heard them if they were listening closely enough. Unfortunately for Tristie, she was not.

Kjiron opened his eyes widely and shook his head. That was a small mistake as it caused the room to continue shaking even after he stopped moving his head. But he dealt with it. Moving as quickly as he could he grabbed his pack away from Tristie with one hand and acquired his sword and buckler with the other. Tristie was in shock. She simply sat there with a wide eyed expression on her face.

Rushing over to the window he prepared himself for what he was about to do next. It was hard enough to resist the effects of the drug, but he only hoped that he had the energy to keep conscious after a two story fall. He threw the window open and jumped out without a second thought. Tristie was on her feet at this point and chasing after him. When she got to the window she watched him gather himself up off the ground. He was still very groggy, but by the looks of it he'd done this before. Maybe not with the drug, but he had definitely fallen from a second story window before. She thought about yelling "Thief!" or the like. But then she'd loose her quarry to the local guard. Instead she just closed the window and went to the bed to think up a new plan. He wouldn't be able to get far and if she just waited a short while before going out to look chances were good all she'd have to do was carry his unconscious body back. She needed a large sack...and a wheelbarrel.

"Oh man...damn...this sucks." Kj said to himself under his breath as he staggered for the nearest ally way. "What have I gotten myself...ohhh..." his words trailed off as he collapsed into a pile of thick brush between two buildings. The last thought through his mind before he wend under was, "Well, at least I'll get a good night's sleep."