CONTRAT DE NOT'RP !

- Tour de jeu : Sip - Amo - Caillou (et puis les autres si quelqu'un s'ajoute)
- Délai maximum d'attente de réponse : 10 jours
- Nombre de sauts de tours autorisés avant que le délai d'attente ne soit plus pris en compte pour le joueur attendu : 1
- Autre : RP en anglais ! Situé dans l'univers de Avatar: The Last Airbender donc une certaine connaissance du contexte est requise. Les personnages sont nés dans l'une des trois civilisations (feu, terre, eau), mais ne sont pas nécessairement maître d'un des éléments. L'histoire se déroule à Gaoling dans le Royaume de la Terre en 100 AG (After Air Nomad Genocide, le début de la guerre).

Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished...

At least, that's what people say. Rumor has it the Avatar is back, but Navi wasn't holding his breath. Rumors also has it that dragons are not actually extinct, and everyone knows that General Iroh killed the last dragon two years ago. Well, everyone in the Fire Nation knew at least. Indeed, despite having lived in Gaoling for the past year, Navi was not from the Earth Kingdom (contrary to what he might tell his customers). He had in fact left his village about seven years ago, when Fire Nation soldiers passed through to recruit able-bodied men. Despite the doctrines and nationalist teachings of his school, Navi had never been a fan of the whole "imperialistic war marches" and "territorial occupations". He was a man of the finer arts. He enjoyed theater, dancing and singing. He liked jewelry and clothes. He was a creative mind trapped in a rigid nation that withheld him from self-expression. So when he got wind of the fact that recruiting officers would be knocking on the door of his parental house, Navi had fled eastward to the Earth Kingdom.

Today coincidentally marks the two-month anniversary of the opening of his perfumery. He might be known in town as the local eccentric, but that hasn't stopped him from selling wonderful scents and fragrances. And lord knows these people needed it ! They seriously stank.

Can I help you with something? he inquired. Are you looking for a scent? His smile seemed tired, as if he had repeated it one too many times today. It was quite late after all. The poorest people — those most in need of his perfumes according to his own humble opinion — could not afford his wares, and the rich were a pain to deal with. So entitled. So boring. Perhaps he'd close the shop after this customer.

She was not even sure she knew was she was looking for. She stared at the merchant and noticed the weariness in his smile. She thought her eyes were probably as tired as his lips, even though she was as straight and haughty as ever. "I am looking for a gift." she said finally. "My younger sister's birthday is coming soon." She did not like the idea of letting someone else decide in her place, but there could be little harm in taking some advice.

Some people judge it a strange thing to give perfume to loved ones. As if you're telling them: "Here, take this. Your natural body odor is atrocious." A ridiculous notion if you ask Navi. Perfume showed you were aware of someone. It showed you cared. It's a tricky business to match an odor to someone, as a fragrance might obtain a different smell if used by different people. It's the ultimate gift of understanding. I see. Would she prefer something floral or something neutral, this sister of yours?

Lifen was about to answer when a little young person irrupted into the conversation. Lifen glanced at her quietly, hardly moving her head. She was about the age of her sister, smiling, dynamic, confident, and utterly discourteous. Lifen quietly turned her eyes back to the seller, paying no more attention to the nuisance. "I think a floral scent would suit her better." she said quietly.

What. Who is this child? He looked at the girl in rags and raised an eyebrow. Navi's confusion thankfully didn't last very long; he shook off the distraction with a polite smile and a nod. Not quite sure how to handle the girl yet, he turned his attention back to his client instead. Well, everything ranging from this shelf to this one, he continued, moving his arms around, is quite floral. You can open the bottles and smell if you'd like.

Well if they were to ignore her, she'll just wander to her own business. Obviously they will not consider her wisdom. And obviously she'll be right at the end. Young women long to be more mature, more grown-up. Except for her as she was - obviously - special. Anyway, she decided to let them be in their mistake and began to climb a shelving unit near the window, the precious bottle of perfume tinkling with every move she made.

Faint. I definitely vote faint. His face was unreadable at first, but since he seemed to have trouble keeping that "customer smile" up... my bet is that Navi was burning on the inside. It wouldn't be good to yell in front of customers. Nor would it be good to grab that monkey by the waist and tell her to stop that right now ! with obvious panic on his face. (Except that's totally what he did.)

I'm laughing. Not at him, well not really. Well a bit maybe. "You never had a cat, have you ?" I'm looking at the woman to see if she can relate, just to know my allies you know but my eyes quickly goes back to the shop owner and his hand on my arm. I'm not moving. Meaning I'm not going down either. Let's see if he tries to pull me back for real...

"And I will be proud of them." she quietly answered, watching the shop owner taking the "kitten" away. For her wrinkles would be caused by responsibility, care and hard work through which she proudly contributed to the honor and greatness of her family. She did not care enough to ask if the little brat would be proud, one day, of climbing perfume shelves in a respectable shop, and if her laughing wrinkles would be the proof of anything but self-enjoyment.

WRINKLES?! Dear dragon gods, no. That's the last thing he wanted. Navi was proud of his flawless skin, which is exactly why he carefully maintained it. Creams, cleansers, hot towels. Whatever was necessary to stay young and fresh. One does not simply get out of bed looking this good, you know! He put the kitten down at the door — not quite outside, that would be a bit rude — and rubbed his hands together as if he had to get rid of kitten dust. Alright, now where was I ?

"Lost in a totaly wrong perfume" I answer in the woman's place from the threshold. "But If you still don't trust me, I totally can, like buy a good one for your sister, miss, and if she likes it better than yours, as she will, Navi will take me as an apprentice in his trade." I'm smiling, determined to win against pretty face AND to give a poor young woman the scent she deserve.

Her?! His apprentice?! What a horrid idea. He didn't like it one bit. Thankfully his most gracious customer didn't seem to take the bait either. How lucky he was! He was about to promote one of his best perfumes, when three stern guards walked into his shop. Navi could smell trouble and his discomfort was instantly palpable. Why on earth would guards even come visit him? Perhaps they weren't here for him? They mustn't be! Surely not!

She is SUCH a killjoy, always taking things seriously and being stuffy about gifts and all. I don't like her at all. She deserves to pick the wrong perfume for her stupid married with child little sister. And here they were, not liking each other when guards appeared. Guards. I don't like them one bit. I'm slithering to the shadow between the wall and a shelf.

The problem was almost settled when guards entered the shop. Three of them. Lifen did not like guards. She used to see them quite often of course, and she had to work with them sometimes, but still... what were these doing in a perfume shop? Were they looking for someone, the little monkey not to mention any name? Were they looking for taxes? Did she, Tu Lifen, commit some unforgivable mistake in her work?

One of the guards greeted Lifen with a small nod. The tallest one opened his mouth to speak, while the other just stood there, holding a big stack of papers. Greetings ! We're going to leave some wanted posters here for you to hang in your shop, the tall one said. The other dropped a small stack of posters on one of Navi's tables. He could only see the one on top, but was already fearful one of his likeness would be underneath. Sure, sure. I'll err... hang them in full sight.