Back from the Brink

[Hazzyrdous]

The streets of Bon Bon were deathly quiet as the carriage slowly made its way to the boarded up Blacksmith's shop. Stopping with the creek of its wheels...a lone massive figure stepped out from the passenger's cabin...carrying with him the few meager belongings that he had with him when he was forced to leave so long ago. He looked about the empty streets...smiling wistfully to himself as he thought of how much he had missed this town...the one place where he had been made to feel welcome, where he had been encouraged to make things of beauty...opposed to the ugly tools of war he had been drafted to make as an obligation to an old friend who was now dead. He sighed softly as he hoped that those days were now past and that he could once agian live in peace and harmony among like minded souls.

Walking around to the driver and paying him for his troubles, he watched as the carriage slowly meandered off and he was left alone to stand in front of the shop that had served as both haven and home to him so long ago. The chimes that once hung from the canopy above its one massive window were gone, given to those precious friends with letters explaining that matters had been forced upon him and that they were treasured more than any item of precious metal he could think of. Those empty spots would soon be filled agian...Bon Bon would once again know the light music of his art...

Marco Antonio Hazzardi.....was home.

[silverleaf]

((May I join this RP? and also glad to see you back))

[Silvador]

"Well, it's about time!" a frustrated voice said from the shadows.

With a coconut under his arm, a short jerboa stormed up to the bear and confronted him.

"What took you so long? I should think that an officer of the law would have better respect for keeping the laws of this town from being broken."

The rodent glared at the kodiak bear, waiting for a responce.

[Hazzyrdous]

(( by all means the more the merrier)

Marco paused for a moment....arching an eyebrow as he took in the peculiar sight of the jeroba, as well as trying to ascertain why he thought he was a part of the police force.

"My friend, I believe you are rather mistaken. I am not a police officer. Just a weary traveller who has finally come home."

[Wolf Stride]

(( I spy, with my freakish eye, a familiar lookin' passerby. How have things been comrade? Also, mind if I join z'is little charade? ))

[Hazzyrdous]

(as I said before...the more the merrier...just glad to finally be able to be back)

[Artyom Derison]

(( -Rubs eyes- Can it be!? Hazzyrdous has returned huzzah! Lol. Glad to see ya back. ^^))

[silverleaf]

A lone raccoon walked the streets chewing contentedly on a danish her tail swinging back and forth as she giggled from time to time, it had been the last one before the bakery had closed and that made it all the tastier, in her trance like state paying more attention to her snack than the path she accidently bumped into the kodiak with a soft groan and a step back narrowly avoiding dropping her pastry, "Oh excuse me." she said politely.

[Silvador]

Roland stared at the bear in disbelief.

"What nonesense! Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me that you are not here to set these cobblestones in line? Just look at them. They're just sitting there, mocking the law in their non-uniform way. If you are not the police officer I sent for, then who are you?"

The jerboa was about to poke his finger into the kodiak's chest when a raccoon bumped into him.

[Hazzyrdous]

Marco had been about to respond to the odd Jeroba as he was bumped into....turning with an amused smile on his face that slowly became an embarassed grin as he looked upon the raccoon to the other side of him..

"No apologies needed, Miss. I do take up a good deal of the walkway." he smiled at her before returning his attention over to Roland. "You say the cobblestones are out of order?" he asked him directly. "I may not be with law enforcement good sir....but that does not mean I can take something like that likely now.." he gave Roland a solemn nod. "I have just returned home and you mean to say that the roads have become disorderly in my absence..this will not stand." He had dealt with unbalanced souls before and he remembered that the easiest way to upset them was to deny their accusations...

[Silvador]

The Jerboa glanced at the bear and raised an eyebrow.

"Disorderly roads? Good heavens, man; what are you on about?" Roland shoot his head before holding his coconut in his hands and speaking to it. "Did you hear that, Helga? Disorderly roads indeed. Never heard of such nonesense."

Looking at the bear once more, the rodent said, "I think perhaps you should see a doctor."

[Hazzyrdous]

Slowly Marco nodded to the odd little man as he picked up the large suitcase that he had brought with him...walking to his door and nodding as he continued to take this entire situation in stride. " A Doctor you say...hmm...I have been feeling a bit..peculiar..." the fact that this stranger seemed to be having a discussion with a coconut didn't seem to phase him all that much. "I believe there are a few hopefully still in Bon Bon I can see in the morning.."

[Silvador]

"Oh, are you feeling ill? You really shouldn't be traveling when ill. Where are you going?" the jerboa asked, looking at the suitcase.

[Hazzyrdous]

Setting the suitcase down and reaching for the key that unlocked his house door.." I am finished travelling now, I've come home." he grinned..just saying the words brought such warm feelings back to his heart.

[Silvador]

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Roland said. "Welcome to BonBon. I'm Roland Arnold Esq."

The jerboa extended a hand to the kodiak bear, resting the coconut back under his arm.

[Hazzyrdous]

Putting his key back into the breast pocket of his jacket..he reached out to carefully take the offered hand in his...shaking it lightly as he was always aware that his strength sometimes surprised even himself. Giving roland a few pumps of his hand he released it with a gentle smile. " Marco Antonio Hazzardi...at your simple service. I only hope that you will be a frequent visitor to my shop once I have it up and running again.." he looked over at the shop's front window and door wistfully. "Its been sometime since I've had the pleasure of doing something worthwhile with my hands." the emphasis on the word worthwhile was impossible to miss...though he offered no explanation why.

[Silvador]

Roland simply nodded, as if thinking about something. After a moment's pause, he looked at the coconut under his arm and addressed it.

"Of course he is tall, Helga; he's a giraffe. What kind of silly question is that?"

[Hazzyrdous]

The comment was completely out of the blue and caught him off guard...a loud guffaw escaping his muzzle as he returned to his door and unlocked it....walking inside and moving to the side to strike a match to light the lamp that was on the stand beside the door...brightening the room enough for him to navigate within his living room before walking within to set his luggage down. "If you'll excuse me good sir, I think I will take a moment to put my feet up and enjoy the sanctity of my home for the night. I trust I will see you around and about the streets tomorrow as I visit some old friends and see what has changed in this town in my absence?"

[Silvador]

"But of course," Roland said, bowing politely. "We shan't keep you any longer. Good morning."

With that said, the rodent turned to walk down the street, muttering idly to himself about the stars being out in the middle of the day.

[Hazzyrdous]

He chuckled to himself as he watched the odd little male go, 'Bon Bon has certainly not lost its flair for attracting the diverse ...I must admit this.' he thought to himself before closing the door and looking about.

The place had not changed an iota since he had been forced to leave in the middle of the night so long ago. An urgent and harshly worded letter from a friend up north had called in a favor that he could not refuse, a debt that he had no choice but to repay. Leaving with but the barest of essentials and the tools that he could carry on his own person, he had left to repay the male who had saved his night one loud and chaotic night in February of a year long since past. Sighing as his memories recalled the weapons that he had once sworn he would never make again once more crafted by his hands. Turning his gaze down to them, he could almost see the blood that stained them. The blood spilled by the very weapons he had crafted. Growling to himself as he walked over to the liquor cabinet upon the far wall and opened it..taking a bottle of Vodka and pouring himself a glass to quickly chase away the memories that would haunt him for several years to come..

[silverleaf]

Jessica had smiled and nodded her head to the very tall man she had bumped into though she had to lean her head back a ways to see his face, "It's quite alright I could have been paying attention to where I was going." she said politely.

Then upon hearing the other voice speak she had looked and easily noticing the jerboa she went silent and watched him cautiously as he exchanged his typical type of chatter with the bear then once he began to leave she looked at the door and tried to decide if she should go or tell the polite stranger good night, then with a few gentle taps of her knuckles on the door she waited to see if he would even answer or not.

[Hazzyrdous]

Turned to look towards the door....walking slowly over to it with the half glass of vodka still in his massive paw as he opened it with his free paw. Looking down to see the rather spectacularly curved raccoon who had bumped into him earlier. Giving her a pleasant smile so as not to startle her...he spoke.." Is there something I may do for you?" He asked..his voice a rich deep baritone that could rumble glass if he were to project it loud enough.

[silverleaf]

Jessica smiled when he actually opened the door though she still had to look up to look him in the eye, "I never got the chance to give a proper introduction while you had that conversation with that rather interesting male," she said politely as her free hand went to her dress lifting it slightly as she gave a half curtsy because of her other hand holding her pastry as well as keeping her purse at her side, "my name is Jessica Sinclaire."

[Hazzyrdous]

Marco had to smile at such manners...but also at the novelty of watching her balance so much in her delicate hands...meeting her curtsy with a bow of his own. " I thank you for such a warm welcome. Its moments like this where I am truly thankful to finally be home again. Allow me to introduce myself, Ms. Sinclaire. I am Marco Antonio Hazzardi...at your service."

[silverleaf]

Jessica smiled a little more at his response since she was used to men learing at her more often than showing manners, "It's a pleasure Mr. Hazzardi," she replied as she let her dress fall back to it's normal spot at her feet.

[Hazzyrdous]

Standing to one side to allow her to enter if she wished to do so .he spoke up. "I was about to relax in liesure within my home ..your more than welcome to join me for a drink if you wish. Its the least I can do for obstructing your way earlier.." he smiled at her as he offered her the comfort of his home.

[silverleaf]

"I would love a drink Mr. Hazzardi." Jessica said warmly before she stepped into his home careful not to bump into him in the process.

[Hazzyrdous]

Allowing her to enter his home, he closed the door behind them and offered her the more comfortable chair in his modest living room before walking to the liquor cabinet that was still open.." I have a bottle of red wine and various bottles of vodka. I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker so my selection is not as wide as a proper host's should be." the tint of his cheeks grew rosier at his embarassment.

[silverleaf]

Jessica giggled softly, "It's quite alright I don't drink much myself usually just a glass of wine before bed," she replied while walking over to the chair, "a glass of wine would be lovely."

[Hazzyrdous]

Nodding to her request as he uncorked the red wine...pouring two glasses and slowly walking over to stand (though in his case it woudl be towering over the small female..) in front of her as he handed her a glass, then turning to take a seat in a adjacent chair..sighing comfortably as he looked over to her.."To new acquaintances and odd men with coconuts." he raised his glass to her.