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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 21, 2017 14:26:51 GMT -8
dear lord I'm so bored.
Here's your fancy alternate thread if you wanna play my reindeer games.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 14:31:01 GMT -8
Any port in a storm.
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 14:31:40 GMT -8
this is a good meme.
idk what to even psot here
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 14:42:49 GMT -8
All of our characters walk into a bar...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 21, 2017 14:57:46 GMT -8
Florence watched the fellow draped over Arnulf's shoulder with some amount of trepidation, a sidelong glance kept on the seams of the stitching to ensure against any malicious tearing of the wound-- or, at least, to stay on guard of it, and not allow it to bleed or fester unseen for too long.
Reluctantly, after nearly prodding the man with the beak of her own mask in her effort to get a close look at the wound, she set forward through the abbey doors, dutifully holding one of them open for the hunter to pass through without the need to divide the aide of his hands.
"Be careful." Florence warned, "Do not drop him."
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 15:01:51 GMT -8
relentless walks in.
"fuck you"
*throws all characters into an ERP pit*
"breed you fiends!"
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 15:04:03 GMT -8
More specifically, Celeste and Libourg walk back into the tavern. The naughty French nurse leads her man up to the counter so that he might go through with his promise of getting them a room to share for the night.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 21, 2017 15:05:41 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
"Oh I've got thi- Oh wohoho!" He began, proudly before miming as though he were about to fall; his legs waggling eratically as he rocked to and fro like an aged leper. He caught his false half-stumble mid stride and hefted the man more properly back onto his shoulder with a snorting chuckle, as he passed Florence
"I jape, chum-poker. I've got this bleeder on me tighter'n a starving leech, eheh..." He sighed, as he started towards the stairsteps.
"... Mmm, why the mask? No plague's been around for a long while, to m'thought." He queried with a skeptical tone, begetting an ulterior question as he looked back to Florence with thinly veiled, and sudden, contempt.
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 15:09:04 GMT -8
Libourg manages to rip himself free from Celeste's tantalizing grasp, the reluctance to let go was an unconscious by-product, as he was beginning to get a little giddy from the alcohol consumption. Shaking his head briefly, he leaned against the counter. Hook, at the moment, was busy serving a few people at the bar.
"S-so... did you have anything in mind about... something?" Libourg attempted to take his mind off the upcoming teasing event to potentially occur in that room. A faint blush was pasted on his cheek, unable to be freed. His fingers tapped against the counter out of impatience, but mainly to distract himself. However, it did manage to keep a straight face on the entire time, despite burning up inside.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 15:13:56 GMT -8
/Roderick/
In due time Roddy was brought his stew, which he paid for, and ate it happily, though he was a bit sad he had no one to share it with. He decided he probably needed more friends. He thought long and hard about who he actually knew in the hamlet. It took a few moments to separate the living from the dead or missing. After this exercise he finishes his stew and drink and exits the tavern again, wanting to get out of the stuffy place and back into the fresh air. Not particularly wanting to go back to the sanitarium, he decides to walk over to the abbey to drop in on Grace, and see how she is.
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/Celeste/
"I'd like a bath, to be honest." Celeste says with a wry smirk. "Perhaps you could help me get those hard to reach spots?" she asks.
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 15:27:27 GMT -8
Libourg's blush suddenly spikes from a faint pink to a hot red in a matter of seconds. He widens his eyes and quickly looks straight ahead, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words in his heated brain, "I-i-i-I er-erm.. I w-ha.. wh-who? I... Er... I might? Like.. I'll be... erm... gentle? Maybe? IMEANERIDONTKNOW!" Libourg quickly said the words in rapid succession, his face covered in embarrassment.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 15:30:24 GMT -8
"Lib, love, pay the man for the room and we can get all this sorted out." Celeste says as she leans into the larger man's side, peering up at him mischievously.
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 15:45:42 GMT -8
Libourg hesitated for a moment, glancing at her face. He locked onto her eyes with his own, and after a few seconds passed, he unconsciously produced a quiver of a excited smile in the corner of his lips. A wash of confidence seems to flow over him, the blushness in his cheeks fading.
"...Okay." Libourg nods confidently as he gives her a soft nudge of his elbow and a wink, "I'll get right on it, and soon... I'll make sure to reach in... deep into those hard spots that have been causing you discomfort, okay my love?" Libourg says rhetorically as he motions toward Hook, "Excuse me sir!" Libourg hollers over at Hook. Hook grunts heavily and motions for Libourg to wait, and he begins to hurry up with his orders after being ushered.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 21, 2017 15:52:57 GMT -8
"You're better at flirting when you dint intend to be doing it." Celeste teased, nuzzling back up to Lib after being nudged away.
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Post by relentless on Jan 21, 2017 16:00:39 GMT -8
"Maybe I'll be better at something else as well..." Libourg cast a cheeky wink at Celeste, then turned back to Hook as he approached, "Ah yes. You're finest room please." Libourg says as he brings out his gold pouch,
"Seventy gold." Hook replies,
"Yes yes... give me a moment." Libourg says in calm and collected manner, pouring out eighty gold pieces into the man's palm, "Keep the rest." Libourg replies smoothly as he leans on the counter with both his elbows, casting a sly glance at Celeste. Hook snorted and began to fumble for the appropriate key.
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