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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 14, 2018 11:53:39 GMT -8
"Bard is a fine term. I'd accept minstrel as well." Tazia says, indicating to her lute in her lap. "As for my friends, I try to keep as many interesting people as possible. Not really a shortage in here, but they sometimes don't stick around, which is sad..." she says with a shrug.
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"Hmm. If nothing else, we can talk over dinner." Ignis says, rising from the bed and waiting for Tod to lead the way.
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Post by Kidney on Apr 14, 2018 12:45:43 GMT -8
Tod stood as well, letting out a quick breath before opening his door to the rest of the Abbey proper. He looked around, thinking about how he was to afford food in the Tavern with the measly sum of coin in his pocket. "Hmm, we may have to do as the Dutch do," he thought for a moment before an idea crossed his mind, "Oo! I have an idea. I also have to return a dish I took from there a long time ago."
He walked back into the room, grabbing what appeared to be a pair of long-cleaned utensil sets in wooden bowls. He walked past Ignis, using his head for the enunciation of the point, "We can go down to the Tavern! I think I can set a tab up."
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 14, 2018 13:04:47 GMT -8
"Very well, that sounds fine." Ignis says as she follows Tod.
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Post by Kidney on Apr 14, 2018 13:26:30 GMT -8
Tod slowly poked his head out of his door, staring for a few seconds before beginning his walk towards the doors of the Abbey. He walked with purpose, finding his way towards the pews and the foyer before throwing open the doors. He did so for the sake of fun, but also for the sake of announcing his presence.
A nagging feeling in the back of his head followed him from the dark confines of the building, and he wondered if Blood had already read his letter.
[To the streets!]
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 14, 2018 13:35:01 GMT -8
Ignis followed quietly, looking around the the abbey as she follows Tod.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 22:52:45 GMT -8
"Bard is a fine term. I'd accept minstrel as well." Tazia says, indicating to her lute in her lap. "As for my friends, I try to keep as many interesting people as possible. Not really a shortage in here, but they sometimes don't stick around, which is sad..." she says with a shrug. Alphonse's expression became one of concern. He couldn't help but imagine the worst for this woman's friends in a place as this one, where people could find themselves whisked off from their own homes. "...What happened?" He asked with dread. --- [Tilly enters from the fancy shack she now owns.] Tilly gnawed the apple nervously as she roamed through the abbey's halls. Don't be nervous, now; she's your best friend.Though it was difficult not to be with such high stakes. Grace had remained loyal through thick and thin, but always under different circumstances, ones related to life or death. This was Tilly bettering her life. And, as evidenced earlier, it took some time and talk to help others come to terms that Tilly was happy. She swallowed a chunk of apple and envisioned the best of outcomes, which, ultimately, reminded her to beware of Grace's bear-hugs, lest she lose her breakfast a second time... With a cheery knock on Grace's office door, and a sing-song "Hellooo-ooo-ooo! It's Tilly!", Tilly announced her presence and listened for a response. |
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 11:19:28 GMT -8
"We just...lost touch I suppose. These things happen. People are busy." Tazia says while fiddling with her lute strings. "As common as it is tragic."
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There was some shuffling and muttering from inside the room, then quiet for a few moments more. Eventually the door opened to reveal Grace in a plane red robe, her hair a bit of a mess, rubbing her eyes before looking sleepily at her visitor. "Hmm...Oh Tilly!" She instantly smiled and went out for a hug.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 11:39:47 GMT -8
Tilly froze in a mix of joy and fear at the woman.
"Good morning Grace!"
She gave her a quick, but tight hug, and then bounced back on her heels.
"I've got some great news for you! Can I come in?"
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 11:42:52 GMT -8
"Hmm? Of course. Come in, come in." Grace says, ushering in the other woman. She seemed excited to have this particular visitor.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 11:46:12 GMT -8
"Ah, so--"
Tilly waited by the door on the inside of the room, smoothing over her coat lapels.
She hesitated and for the moment her attention was wholly consumed by the detail of the half-eaten apple in her hands.
"It's good news! Promise! I just want to know..." She rocked some on her heels, "...That you'll always be on my side, no matter what-- that you won't hate me and all."
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 11:50:57 GMT -8
Grace led Tilly over to her bed and sat her down, than sat beside her. She looked rather confused about what Tilly had said. "Tilly, you are my oldest friend. I could never hate you." she says passionately.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 11:54:37 GMT -8
"Capital."
Tilly smiled widely and sat down next to Grace.
"It's just-- it's good news that I'm worried you might not like. I just want you to support me."
Her un-appled hand reached into her coat pocket and withdrew the invitation, which she held out for Grace to take.
"I'm getting married!" It was almost like a warning for the piece of paper she was distributing.
Her smile grew pained while she steeled herself for Grace's response.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 12:06:15 GMT -8
Grace remained mostly confused. "Oh? Who to?" she asked as she turned the note over in her hands while she looked at Tilly still.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 12:10:48 GMT -8
It was a good first step. Grace hadn't started crying yet.
Tilly took a breath.
"Lekalis Fanuschrat-- the fellow with the red cloak." She spoke quickly and nodded, "And I know it's all happening quickly! But we'd decided to make a change a-and retire together and open a shop-- to stop getting killed for a living, I mean. It'll be grand!"
Her now free hand now toyed with some loose thread on her gloves as she continued,
"I was wondering if you'd like to minister the whole affair? With the wedding-- you're the best priestess I could think of."
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 12:20:24 GMT -8
Grace flushed terribly, overcome with with various emotions. "You...Tilly I have never...Blood? I...I am happy for you, I really am, but this is all so sudden..." she says, putting the letter to her side for now and then looking at her hands.
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