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Post by black379 on Apr 8, 2018 13:02:50 GMT -8
She wasn't sure that was the answer she was looking for. There was no simple solution to her life, and she would have to accept that. All Courcy could do was survive another die, her stubbornness was good at least for that. And at her worst, she could still borrow some happiness and hope from her few friends.
Courcy nodded as before and rose from the table. For now she shed the cloak and draped it over the bedpost. Though she did tug her corset up before she closed the distance to the door.
"That squire meant to see me about something." The redhead offered with a rise in her shoulders and she inhaled deeply and then sighed. Quickly, she wrapped an arm about Tilly's waist to hug her.
"Thank you." She hugged tighter. "Thank you so much."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 8, 2018 13:56:31 GMT -8
Tilly gave another wince as she was squeezed, and felt a wave of nausea result from it.
"Careful--!" She gasped and pulled away from the woman.
Smoothing out her coat, with a step to the side, flashed an awkward smile at Courcy.
"Still rather badly bruised there, sorry. I'll owe you a better hug next time." She nodded and made a mental note to loosen her belt a notch when the opportunity came.
"I'd hate to keep that squire waiting-- you go and tell me how he's doing, alright?" She squeezed Courcy's shoulder, "And keep safe out there!"
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Post by black379 on Apr 8, 2018 15:04:34 GMT -8
She ducked her head apologetically and stepped out of the hug. Her arms were still sore too, but she found herself less bothered with them than the troubles on her mind. Courcy bobbed her head in acknowledgement.
"I wouldn't miss your wedding." The redhead added with a thin-lipped smile, even if the event was still many days to come. "I'd like if you told Lekalis too... I'm glad for you both..." Her tone held obvious melancholy, but wasn't spiteful or jealous.
"I'll be back, before dark." Courcy bit her lip and slid out the front door, parting with a short wave.
[Courcy leaves and heads for the Guild Hall]
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 8:18:55 GMT -8
Tilly smiled and waved until it was just her and the drip-drip-drip of water into the bucket.
She supposed it went well enough, for how it turned out. Initially she was concerned, but who wouldn't be, to have to comfort those they distribute invitations to?
It was meant to be the culminating point of a woman's life, that event-- a coming of age, the transition from girl to woman and all. But she already felt rather aged enough.
Tilly wondered if her letter would be greeted by smug smiles and laughs by those that assured her that she would 'come around eventually,' and start her own life and family.
She meandered back to the table and sat down in front of the soup, determined not to let it go to waste, and she couldn't be sure when Lekalis would return from the grocer's.
Her hands unbuckled her belt, if only to loosen it to a more comfortable degree. It hung off her hips, but it was in the in-between of being too tight to comfortably hitch on the furthest latch, and being too loose on the next.
It was a good sign, she supposed: a mark of wealth.
That was wealth she would have to spend, soon, on new clothes and a new house and a wedding and everything in-between. It would not be so dire if there was not another being entirely dependent on her; it shared her blood and her flesh, and was subjected to whatever Tilly was.
It was cruel to expect a child to endure what poverty Tilly had, and so she begrudgingly picked up the wooden spoon for the soup and began to eat, and tried not to think on the fact that she might as well have been throwing what money she had right out the window.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 8:24:47 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
Perhaps it was from the slowly dying light, but a small tugging pulled at the brim of Tilly's hat incessantly, the rooty green tendrils making themselves known in what little light entered the windowless room.
Boredom seemed to be its focus, as it slowly pulled Tilly's hat back in a pursuit that might dehat the rogue in an admittedly suicidal manner for the dagger...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 8:45:47 GMT -8
"What--"
Tilly tipped her chair drastically back, hooking her foot around the furthest table leg as she made to stop her hat from dropping.
The chair wobbled dangerously, however, and her foot slipped from its hold.
Her seat tipped back and roughly deposited her on the ground before falling sideways on the dirt floor.
Tilly herself lay on the flat of her back, with hat and dagger in hand.
She held the latter up in front of her face to look at it disapprovingly,
"What's with you, Beansprout?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 8:49:38 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
The Tendrils clung to the hat and gave some resistance before relenting, writhing wildly like some strangled octopus. It eventually relaxed, the tendrils wilting as it seemed a bit paler than before, a bit tired, bored, and hungry...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 8:56:59 GMT -8
"Ah... dear."
Tilly sat up with a small wince before making to sit on her knees, in front of the table.
"What do you even eat?" She queried with a frown, making to spoon out a bit of the vegetables and broth.
Tilly squinted and held it tentatively in front of Beansprout before tipping it over on the hilt.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 8:59:21 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
Initially, the broth spilled hopelessly over the limp vines, before they suddenly snatched onto what bits of vegetables passed it; sacrificing a secure grip to simply catch what fell onto it.
The broth that spilled over it slowly stopped spilling past and began to be absorbed by the tendrils; the vegetables in its grip turned grey and dead in seconds before Tilly's eyes.
There was a frightful, confident, implication that nothing would prove too much for the dagger...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 9:32:12 GMT -8
"Hmm... you're still hungry?" Tilly watched with due whimsy as the object ate; truthfully, she hadn't expected it.
With a touch more glee she spooned more broth and cold vegetables onto the dagger.
She told it cheerfully, "Let me know when you get full."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 9:34:21 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
More devoured chunks, more vanished broth.
She could keep going until the broth was gone, but Beansprout would still be hungry... Granted, some healthy green seemed to flush its wrapped vines again.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 9:40:57 GMT -8
"Ah, there we go..." Tilly smiled as the vines found some color, dropping more soup onto the curious dagger.
Perhaps she should find it frightening, but... this dagger was surely the friendliest artifact she had ever seen in the estate.
"You've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve, don't you? What else can you do?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 10:09:07 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
Eventually, if Tilly allowed, the entirety of the soup would be consumed; A bit of spillage around it had stained the table, and it greedily reached out with his vines to consume what remained.
There was pause as she asked the dagger the question. It didn't have an answer; it knew about as much as Tilly did on its capacities.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 10:24:28 GMT -8
With some satisfaction, Tilly watched as Beansprout ate up the soup. It was a wonder if his appetite would ever be sated.
"Hm, that's... fair."
Once the soup had been exhausted, she made to gently hold him in her hands.
"You can detect other people, right? Like you did that fishman?" She began, hopefully, and then held him up some in her hand so as to increase his range,
"Can you see anybody else around us?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 10:33:19 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
There was some contentment in the dagger that it wasn't being pushed, but as she rose it up and requested to detect... Anybody, it hesitated. Maybe it was the height from the ground, but there was a familiar stinging sensation in her hand as the vines expanded and compressed.
In the dim light that shone through the cracks in the walls, she'd notice that there was a small expulsion of pollen-like particles from the dagger. To Tilly alone, there was a soft sporadic glow to them as the means to Beansprouts unnatural detection was made clear;
It was through the spores that it was able to detect Life, malicious and unnatural magicks were most prominent, and it didn't seem capable of penetrating solid walls or the like.
She'd be able to detect a few souls, neighbors, mundane life essences that held no intrinsic merit. The farther it went, the more faint the sensation. It was like a net over Tilly's mind that occasionally pricked at her meaty brain, notifiying her of the location of the essences.
Focussing on it, and giving it a good minute, the pollen seemed to extend upwards of 80 meters in open ground, in a rather spherical design, as she managed to sense a nightbird or two in the sky.
It seemed to extend farther every odd minute, though the exact distance wasn't clear, she got the impression she could "see" a very, very long ways away if she wanted to.
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