Written By Sydney
Oct. 19, 2019, 9:05 a.m.(1/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Met with Shard again. Try as I might, I can't seem to get a smile out of her that doesn't look threatening - of course, it probably doesn't help overmuch that we have a point of contention between us. Still, I can't bring myself to dislike her. She follows her own compass, and sticks to it like a fucking arrow that's already been loosed. Unwavering?
She's... I don't know - dangerous? But dangerous in the way that appeals to me. (Not that sort of appeal.) ((...I don't think?))
Just once I'd like to share enough drinks with her to actually get her past talkin' about something beyond current events, but we seem to always be interrupted by something or another.
She's... I don't know - dangerous? But dangerous in the way that appeals to me. (Not that sort of appeal.) ((...I don't think?))
Just once I'd like to share enough drinks with her to actually get her past talkin' about something beyond current events, but we seem to always be interrupted by something or another.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 19, 2019, 8:58 a.m.(1/16/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Busy, busy day. To say I didn't spend the bulk of it drunk would be to tell a lie, but still a productive day.
Made a more thorough acquaintance of Evaristo, whom I first met during the People's Champion tournament. Easier to talk to than I anticipated, and what's better, he actually shared a drink with me rather than just watching me plaster myself. I think it's been a stretch since his drinking days. I had a lead on him in empties, and he still had to tap out first. Asked me to walk him home, and I was happy to oblige. A couple of drunks stretching their legs. He's made some silver, and no mistake, but it doesn't seem to have turned him all... silky. I respect that. I respect that a lot.
Agreed to show up to his housewarming party, even though he disclaimed that some even silkier folks may show - hope I'm able to make an appearance, if even brief. One of my many responsibilities may keep me away.
Made a more thorough acquaintance of Evaristo, whom I first met during the People's Champion tournament. Easier to talk to than I anticipated, and what's better, he actually shared a drink with me rather than just watching me plaster myself. I think it's been a stretch since his drinking days. I had a lead on him in empties, and he still had to tap out first. Asked me to walk him home, and I was happy to oblige. A couple of drunks stretching their legs. He's made some silver, and no mistake, but it doesn't seem to have turned him all... silky. I respect that. I respect that a lot.
Agreed to show up to his housewarming party, even though he disclaimed that some even silkier folks may show - hope I'm able to make an appearance, if even brief. One of my many responsibilities may keep me away.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 13, 2019, 2:44 p.m.(1/4/1012 AR)
Drank too much by far. I have a bad habit of drinking too much when I'm uneasy, and around folk that intimidate me.
Said some things I regret, said other things I don't, but the saying of both is what makes me unhappy, as I'd not intended to put voice to any of those words. I let liquor loosen my tongue, and just like father dearest, let everything come sliding out all at once, the good, the bad.
It's not about the fact that it happened, it's about the fact that I didn't control myself, and I used the drink as an excuse. Still doing it, apparently. Just read what I already wrote right there at the top.
I don't like this posthumous father-daughter bonding exercise.
Said some things I regret, said other things I don't, but the saying of both is what makes me unhappy, as I'd not intended to put voice to any of those words. I let liquor loosen my tongue, and just like father dearest, let everything come sliding out all at once, the good, the bad.
It's not about the fact that it happened, it's about the fact that I didn't control myself, and I used the drink as an excuse. Still doing it, apparently. Just read what I already wrote right there at the top.
I don't like this posthumous father-daughter bonding exercise.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 12, 2019, 10:13 a.m.(1/2/1012 AR)
When I was a girl, I used to gather up all of my clothes into a pile and hide inside of them. I'm sure, looking back, that my folks were able to see a little Sydney foot sticking out, because I didn't own many clothes to begin with. More than I do now, to be sure.
Am I still hiding there, now only behind fists, status, and a grin?
The commoner isn't a threat.
The brawler hasn't a thought.
The smiling haven't a care.
Hiding, indeed.
Am I still hiding there, now only behind fists, status, and a grin?
The commoner isn't a threat.
The brawler hasn't a thought.
The smiling haven't a care.
Hiding, indeed.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 11, 2019, 12:02 a.m.(12/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
Eli's quickly becoming one of my favorite people in Arx. He's absolutely mad at times, but his honesty is a breath of fresh air. Has a way of drawing me out of myself a little bit, and ... after so long walkin' around with my chin out and my chest puffed up, it's good to just be able to breathe and braid some hair.
Okay, so he has some talk that's a bit dodgy, but you have to be pretty stodgy and set in your ways to see it as some kind of a threat.
His poems are lovely.
Okay, so he has some talk that's a bit dodgy, but you have to be pretty stodgy and set in your ways to see it as some kind of a threat.
His poems are lovely.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 6, 2019, 7:50 a.m.(12/18/1011 AR)
My hands are shaking even I write this entry. I keep checking the ledger to make sure the number of zeros are correct, keep staring at this dainty hair ornament that looks so entirely out of place on my head, but I've never owned anything even a fraction so shiny.
The People's Champion tournament concluded, and I had every inkling that I hadn't placed. That much turned out to be very true - but I hadn't counted on enough folks voting for me as favorite to actually turn the tides on people that ... I was just about to write 'people that better deserved it'.
What does one even do with this much money? My debts aren't something that just money can make go away.
A nobleman would laugh at me, I'm sure. The frontrunner Caspian is set to donate his winnings. I nearly choked on my own spit when I heard that. Does that mean that this sorta money's nothin' to him? I want to punch him even harder next year, if not just for that.
*Scribbled in the margins: He's a good egg. I want to punch him in the ring.*
The money - for now, I don't know how to spend it, so I'm gonna take a page out of my own past entries and /not/ spend it until I know how to put it to use that ain't frittering it away.
The People's Champion tournament concluded, and I had every inkling that I hadn't placed. That much turned out to be very true - but I hadn't counted on enough folks voting for me as favorite to actually turn the tides on people that ... I was just about to write 'people that better deserved it'.
What does one even do with this much money? My debts aren't something that just money can make go away.
A nobleman would laugh at me, I'm sure. The frontrunner Caspian is set to donate his winnings. I nearly choked on my own spit when I heard that. Does that mean that this sorta money's nothin' to him? I want to punch him even harder next year, if not just for that.
*Scribbled in the margins: He's a good egg. I want to punch him in the ring.*
The money - for now, I don't know how to spend it, so I'm gonna take a page out of my own past entries and /not/ spend it until I know how to put it to use that ain't frittering it away.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 2, 2019, 12:13 a.m.(12/9/1011 AR)
Two outta three ain't bad.
Unfortunately, I choked on the one that actually mattered as far as puttin' me at any hope of a coin payout for the People's Tournament. Hard not to dwell when it came down to such a rough and tumble match - highlighted my weaknesses clear as day. I need to either work on puttin' down my opponents faster, or work on my own ability to stay in a fight longer.
Caspian seems a good enough sort, and well-regarded, so at least it didn't hurt as much as it could have to lose to him, but to lose to him by a hair's breadth... well, that smarted.
Life is learning to improve, I suppose. I've got some pretty clear-cut ones if I want to get better.
Unfortunately, I choked on the one that actually mattered as far as puttin' me at any hope of a coin payout for the People's Tournament. Hard not to dwell when it came down to such a rough and tumble match - highlighted my weaknesses clear as day. I need to either work on puttin' down my opponents faster, or work on my own ability to stay in a fight longer.
Caspian seems a good enough sort, and well-regarded, so at least it didn't hurt as much as it could have to lose to him, but to lose to him by a hair's breadth... well, that smarted.
Life is learning to improve, I suppose. I've got some pretty clear-cut ones if I want to get better.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 29, 2019, 12:41 a.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
Meh.
Still here, journal. A lot of worry over effectively nothing. Story of my life!
Still here, journal. A lot of worry over effectively nothing. Story of my life!
Written By Sydney
Sept. 28, 2019, 7:55 p.m.(12/3/1011 AR)
A change in debtors isn't a change in fortune - it's just a change of terms, and that can mean a lot of bad things.
Went to make some payments today, and found out (one by one) that the same person has been gobbling up my debts. I liked them separated. I could keep the payments spread out across the month, stall with one debtor a little while paying another. Those days seem to be behind me, a half-dozen cronies being replaced by one.
Meeting with them now. If this is to be my last entry, the reasons why will be obvious.
Went to make some payments today, and found out (one by one) that the same person has been gobbling up my debts. I liked them separated. I could keep the payments spread out across the month, stall with one debtor a little while paying another. Those days seem to be behind me, a half-dozen cronies being replaced by one.
Meeting with them now. If this is to be my last entry, the reasons why will be obvious.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 27, 2019, 11:23 p.m.(12/1/1011 AR)
Well, fishing hardly went any better than wagon-racing. These last-place finishes are sure to put me out of the running for any of those amazing purses.
Today was even weirder than the last event. Some folks showed up dressed kinda like me - I guess to be in my corner. That was flattering, but also a little... eh. I guess it's like looking in the mirror too hard. It's not like I'm thrilled to be wearing brown leathers, it was just the cheapest they had that I could afford. Even springing for black pelts for my coat was a bit of a splurge when I got them crafted.
Still, had a good time of it. Ras and I exchanged some pleasantries during and after the event. Boy needs to get his brain further away from his heart, and his ego further away from him altogether. Can't stand when people put themselves down just because they're worse off. Guess it stings extra hard, because if we're going based on monetary value, I'm lower'n dirt, so what does that make me if he's not good enough?
Now I'm thinking on it too much, and that's exactly the tripe I want to avoid. Sulking never helped no one with nothing.
Today was even weirder than the last event. Some folks showed up dressed kinda like me - I guess to be in my corner. That was flattering, but also a little... eh. I guess it's like looking in the mirror too hard. It's not like I'm thrilled to be wearing brown leathers, it was just the cheapest they had that I could afford. Even springing for black pelts for my coat was a bit of a splurge when I got them crafted.
Still, had a good time of it. Ras and I exchanged some pleasantries during and after the event. Boy needs to get his brain further away from his heart, and his ego further away from him altogether. Can't stand when people put themselves down just because they're worse off. Guess it stings extra hard, because if we're going based on monetary value, I'm lower'n dirt, so what does that make me if he's not good enough?
Now I'm thinking on it too much, and that's exactly the tripe I want to avoid. Sulking never helped no one with nothing.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 25, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(11/25/1011 AR)
Tried my hand at a bit of wagon racing for the People's Tournament. The purse is just too damn appetizing not to make a go of it, and who knows? Figured I might find something interesting along the way.
Came in dead last, but at least I had a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Always good to get my name out there. Drum up more interest in the fights, if I can. The more people are willing to turn up, the more coin there is for the purse. Never a bad thing.
Did I mention the free drinks? Those helped.
Came in dead last, but at least I had a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Always good to get my name out there. Drum up more interest in the fights, if I can. The more people are willing to turn up, the more coin there is for the purse. Never a bad thing.
Did I mention the free drinks? Those helped.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 15, 2019, 12:14 p.m.(11/4/1011 AR)
Days are always better when you win.
Sure, half of my face is swollen up from that opening haymaker, but I don't think anyone expected me not to go down, least of all the challenger. Struck him back quick as you like, backed him into the corner, and landed some body blows while he was busy protecting his precious face. I don't know if the poor sod ever caught his breath after that, but you won't see me caring.
Coinpurse felt uncomfortably heavy, so I went and splurged on a hot meal and some drinks at the Murder - company there was more lively than I'd expected. Fiery, short-statured girl beckoned me over, drunk as you like, and asked me to join the table. Was in far too good a mood to let that invitation slide, so took my meal over to the table.
Didn't follow much of the conversation, but I quite enjoyed the game of truths, though I suspect not all of those were created equally.
Sure, half of my face is swollen up from that opening haymaker, but I don't think anyone expected me not to go down, least of all the challenger. Struck him back quick as you like, backed him into the corner, and landed some body blows while he was busy protecting his precious face. I don't know if the poor sod ever caught his breath after that, but you won't see me caring.
Coinpurse felt uncomfortably heavy, so I went and splurged on a hot meal and some drinks at the Murder - company there was more lively than I'd expected. Fiery, short-statured girl beckoned me over, drunk as you like, and asked me to join the table. Was in far too good a mood to let that invitation slide, so took my meal over to the table.
Didn't follow much of the conversation, but I quite enjoyed the game of truths, though I suspect not all of those were created equally.
Written By Sydney
Dec. 17, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Some days, luck is on my side - and then there's days like today. Bastard was due to take a fall like we agreed, but when I closed in for the haymaker - nice and telegraphed to give him the chance to brace - he sucker-punches me out of nowhere. Next thing I know, I'm blearily waking up, spittin' blood from where he rammed my teeth against my lip, and the match is called.
Great.
Not only is that a loss of my cut, but it's another failed bet. Stormed out for a drink, and the sharding snow stung on my bruises something awful.
Need to turn up some coin soon. This is a setback I sure as hell didn't need.
Great.
Not only is that a loss of my cut, but it's another failed bet. Stormed out for a drink, and the sharding snow stung on my bruises something awful.
Need to turn up some coin soon. This is a setback I sure as hell didn't need.
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