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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 1, 2018 19:05:08 GMT -8
/Flotsam Beach/
/Tilly/
Beansprout relaxed, hesitantly, and seemed to relax into just bathing in the grey sun again.
As she approached, a half-green half-orange set of silks were set beneath a simple but clearly important set of steel armor. Only a breastplate and two reinforced steel bracers. The Bracers had an hourglass shape to them, with a slight lobstering to it. The jagged, wavy shape giving a level of care not wholly necessary, but definitely appreciated.
The breastplate was composed of scales, and made of rather adjustable straps. It was more like a half-tunic of scale-mail than anything.
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Post by black379 on Feb 1, 2018 19:09:17 GMT -8
The redhead scrunched up her brow and shot Blood an indignant look, as though his query was an insult. It clearly wasn't up to her, she thought, to choose. Someone or something always put her down, fated to fail. Her own self-reverence, too, was sullied with regret.
"Ask anybody and I'm a demon's cock-sheathe." Grumbling, Courcy hugged her knees to her chest. "You tell me."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 1, 2018 19:16:02 GMT -8
"Hmmm..."
The armor seemed a touch heavier than Tilly preferred, and she knew of a certain Hellion who bore a dangerous amount of unarmored skin.
She sat down, legs folded underneath her, and more dutifully picked through the chest. She rested the steel armor and its accompanying braces on her lap, and made to inspect the green-and-orange silks in full.
She felt herself tiring quickly, unfortunately. There was a small urge to have a good nap on the beach, if she didn't know how truly murderous the Estate's wilds tended to be.
Instead, she yawned and stretched the silks taut, inspecting them.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 1, 2018 19:22:58 GMT -8
/Flotsam Beach/
/Tilly/
The steel barely weighed more than a kilogramme, especially the bracers; but their thickness would imply a level of sturdiness that begat a heavier set. Indeed, they felt like feathers when they were rested on her lap.
The Green-orange silk came up and, based on the subtle sewings that arc'd diagonally across its surface, the silk was meant to be rolled into a rope of sorts. Of course, it could also be wrapped around the shoulders in a sort of shawl.
A gilded pin, in the shape of a sun, fell out from the unfolded silks and into the rubbish with a dull 'tink'.
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/Lekalis/
"Hmm... I think I've told you before; you're a sweet and bright girl in a bitter, dark world." He spoke with severity and intensity as he leant over to her and bowed his head forward. The way the fire glimmered in his eyes waned in the wake of the passion he held for his words.
"What do you want to be, then? Sans the world. If you could be anything, what would it be..?" He asked, his tone lightened up conversationally, and he smiled with a glow to match the flames; yet his onyx eyes held a stalwart determination to them.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 1, 2018 19:50:51 GMT -8
Tilly reconsidered who she would give the armor.
The armor was fancifully light... and this was, after all, Tilly's very last expedition. And even moderate cuts or bruises could prove to be disastrous to the little thing she purposed herself for.
She resigned to keep it.
She could probably count the amount of times she took her jacket off since she'd been in the Estate on one hand, but this time she did it again, if only briefly: she made to quickly slip the breastplate on, fastening the straps as best she could about her person. Then the jacket came back on, tucked into her gloves, over which she strapped the bracers.
As for the silk... she wished she could say it was for practical purposes only, as a matter of running out of space in her satchel-- which was, admittedly, part of the reason to wear the it as a cloak. The other reason was that she rather liked the idea of showing up with equally flamboyant silks as Lekalis.
She spread the silk about her shoulders, and pinned it fast with the sun-pin, smiling with a bit of pride.
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Post by black379 on Feb 1, 2018 20:00:12 GMT -8
Courcy almost wanted to shrink away from him for her shame. She met Blood's eyes, soothed by his offer of affirmation. Scooting closer still, she nestled her shoulder against him.
"I'd be..."
A daughter. A lover. Mother.
"Something to somebody." The hellion bowed her head, rather than try resting on Lekalis' knee. "Maybe a queen." She scoffed quietly.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 1, 2018 20:14:29 GMT -8
/Flotsam Beach/
/Tilly/
The armor fit snugly, and the straps seemed to tie it flawlessly; this armor was practically made for her yet... it hadn't seemed to be the case within the chest at all.
The shawl was a bit unwieldy at first; its uneven folds and cuts were clearly not meant to be bound as a shawl, yet it eventually rested pleasantly about her shoulders.
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/Lekalis/
His smile spread widely, his lips pursed and he struggled to hold back the fluttering sweetness she exuded; it was an allure he knew well, though the sensation was soothed by bonds to others. He chewed on his lip, weighing his options; tempted to rest his chin on her head, or other intimate means...
Though, he ultimately settled with wrapping an arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze around her shoulders.
"When I was a Lord, I could've made you a Queen." He assured with a sigh, as he hazarded running a finger through her firekissed hair, before he watched the true fire with her.
"You're a dear, irreplaceable friend to me... and to Tilly as well. I can't say it, but you've a fire that burns in you that inspires me... And I don't mean your bloody breasts." He chuckled the last and pulled his arm back to himself, resting his hands in his lap as he shifted his legs and belt buckle a little as the grey sky skewed to something darker. The fire glowing brighter.
"Believe you me; I've need of you yet. Would you be willing to help work my house's timber when we return? It may prove a much needed break before we expedite back here for your full release."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 1, 2018 20:23:28 GMT -8
Tilly stood, grinning widely. She turned about, and gave a twirl in the sunny cloak.
An odd thought: it was the first article of clothing, besides the jerkin, naturally, that wasn't made of fabrics of a dead person's clothes. Even her jacket was patched with scraps she'd come across.
...Though, she really ought to return to camp, now that the sun began its descent. And she was so tired she reckoned she could fall asleep where she stood.
Satisfied with the haul, she began to pick her way back to the camp. Her hand held the satchel, full to the brim, close to her.
It was a good time.
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Post by black379 on Feb 1, 2018 23:56:55 GMT -8
She suspected he would give an answer to that effect. Courcy was grateful for their friendship, counting Tilly and Blood as the only things she really had going for her. Yet she desired to be more than a third-wheel. She longed for the intimacy of a partner.
"If I'd known you then..." His arm retreated and the hellion rubbed her bicep where his hand had been. "Were you lord again, I wouldn't be your queen, would I?" Courcy looked up and across to the beach, over the strewn debris to spy at Tilly, wherever she had run off to.
"Nah..." She waved her hand dismissively and nudged Blood with her elbow. "It probably is my tits."
Puffing air through her nose, she bore a wide smirk up at him and shrugged. "I've no other plans."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 2, 2018 6:31:32 GMT -8
/Flotsam Beach/
/Tilly/
Her path back to the camp would prove rather uneventful; there was a growing serenity with the way the grey slowly shifted to a deep shade of blue that ringed around the orange glow of the campfire Lekalis and Courcy had made.
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/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord scoffed and rolled his eyes at her tit'ly remark, before standing up and brushing his knees off before glancing to the approaching Tilly with a sigh, making to follow Courcy's sightline before shrugging and looking back to the Hellion.
"I wouldn't know; my Lordship's gone as gone can be." He knew it wasn't an answer, and he held Courcy's gaze for a moment. There was sympathy in Lekalis' own as he held a frowning smile at the girl.
He took a sharp breath and pulled himself away, stepping over and swiping up the bedroll she'd discarded to move it a bit closer to the campfire. He pointedly placed it beside Courcy invitingly; Lekalis shrugged his brows before turning away and standing at the edge of the firelight, hands on his hips, motherly waiting for Tilly.
"Fancy long walks on the beach then, do you?" He called out cheekily, as he brought a hand up to wave at her.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 2, 2018 7:14:39 GMT -8
Tilly climbed back up to camp, bearing her sweeping, silky cloak and her new-found armor. Shoulders slumped, she was exhausted, but on her face was a delighted grin.
She reached up for Beansprout and, now that the sun was setting, tucked him safely into her breastpocket.
"You know it. 'Specially ones like this one." Yawned Tilly, sitting on-- or more or less dropping to-- her knees comfortably beside the fire.
She began to empty out her satchel, dumping the bust, which she set atop the notes she'd discovered as a paperweight. She dumped the jade chunks unceremoniously in a pile beside the bust and the notes.
"A gift for each of you..." She mumbled sleepishly, eyes alight as she sat die two of the brilliantly-glowing bottles, :4:05 and 4:15, beside the pile of offerings.
"A torch that won't go out if you splash water on it. Don't drop it, don't open it, don't break it-- I dunno what's in 'em. Happy Saint Warner's."
With another yawn, she glanced up to the sky.
"Night-time already? Time flies."
She certainly did not seem to be very disappointed. Especially so as she contentedly reclined back, beside the fire, laying down. She crossed her ankles and laced her hands over her belly.
"Cheers."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 2, 2018 7:32:26 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"... Riiiiight." He dragged out, as he struggled for words as his eyes looked Tilly head to toe with a veritable jester's palette of color adorning her person, with a fanciful glimmer of steel on her chest.
Lekalis stood there, at the edge of the firelight as Tilly dumped out a rather fine collection of beachside trinkets and baubles.
The glowing bottles were enough for him to turn fully and move over to sit beside the Graverobber, subtly nudging her with his knee as he sat cross-legged beside her.
"You're... Much too kind?" He chuckled, shaking his head as he palmed his brow in disbelief, plucking up one of the glowing bottles with obvious intrigue.
"Where did you find all this stuff..? Just on the beach, lying around?" He scoffed...
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Post by black379 on Feb 2, 2018 15:01:18 GMT -8
Courcy sighed and shifted on top of the bedroll as Blood stood for their returning companion. His intrigue left her hardly more assured for her future, though perhaps she had more contemplating of her own to do. As for Lekalis, she could read enough in his nuances - if only because he plainly told her so before - that he held a more personal love for Tilly.
The graverobber reappeared in a getup much unlike what she had left with, and bearing a load of loot and gems. Her cloak was wildly colorful, a stark contrast to their surroundings. Courcy reached for one of the fiery flasks, turning it over in her hands.
'The Fire Within', it read. With a smirk, the hellion thought to show it off to Blood, to perpetuate the jest. But the moment had already passed. She watched Tilly with a curiously raised brow as the sharp-nosed woman casually settled to rest.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 2, 2018 15:11:28 GMT -8
"I had to crack some of the crates open on the beach..." Tilly yawned, making to tip her hat over her eyes to blot out the fading sun, completely satisfied, if not on the verge of falling asleep then and there.
Though, she did tip the brim up so she could look out at Lekalis from under it, momentarily, long enough to flash a smile.
"Some of it was easy, some of them had nasty buggers in 'em. One of them had claw marks on it, plus some scales..." She was mumbling, and she let the brim of her hat fall again. "...One of them was jade, so I smashed up a bit of it to take it with me. There were red crates, too; one of them had a steam trap, but I took care of that... right quick, no problem."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 2, 2018 15:35:51 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He watched Courcy produce the bottle with amusement, and pursed his lips at the apparent convenience; he offered a shrug and then a thumbs up as he found a place to sit between Courcy and Tilly.
"I'd like to say I'm reassured by this bounty but... well, good beginnings tend to have bitter ends and all that." though his smile was one of contentedness if anything, as he plucked up the bottle marked '4:05'.
"Be Bright... How insightful." He mused sarcastically with a chuckle, looking to Tilly though, as he realized her rather sleepish nature, he looked to Courcy, waggling the bottle, stirring its contents.
"Good find, Tilly... Reckon there's anything else?"
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