The Darkest Roleplay

[relentless]

After an hour or so of... lewd activities, the noises and scuffling had ceased In that room. Inside, it was an absolute mess. Bodily fluids splattered on one side of the wall and across the floors, leading up to the bed from where the bathtub was. The fire had long since died out, yet the room was still quite warm. In the bed sheets, where some mpgodiky fluids managed to lurk upon, were two individuals encased in the red silk covers. They were both bare and nude, their clothes scattered about the room. Both of them appeared to be sleeping soundly, their bodies sprawled atop each other in harmony.

Libourg did not awake as he was thoroughly tired out from the series of actions that had occurred, his right arm unconsciously wrapped around the waist of Celeste, his lover.

[Vanitypirate]

"Did the same? You ever find clothes of yours go missing?" Tilly drew a light smile and a chuckle, with the cut properly soaped and foamed up, she half-turned away from him, rearing back on her feet, and cupped the water in her two hands again.

"It's nothing special, really; why, some fellow even loaned you a whole vial of virtiol for your face to keep." She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

"It hurts less if you don't look at it," She reminded him as she splashed the water over the wound in an effort to wash out the soap, "Look out that window there for me, why don't you? Is it still snowing out?"

She let the miniscule ribbons of slightly-soapy water run down his flank and pool uncouthly on the floor. "It's what clothing's meant to do, you know; keep you warm and protected-- besides a hat. Why, I'd say my dear hat really ties the look together as well as it keeps rain and dust off. You ought to get one, too, get that rogueish look down pat."

Tilly scooted the bucket closer and pooled it in her hands a second time, carefully maneuvering it to the gash on Blood's ribs, "Anyhow, my brother's name was Frederick, looked like my dear mother, bless her, a year older than me-- my oldest brother." She added,

She splashed the water over the wound again, this time running a few fingers over it to speed the rinsing along. "My turn, now: what about your family? Is there a Misses Blood somewhere? Any children or siblings?"

[The Carrying Blade]

Felicity stood there, angered at the fact yet another conversation was ruined by yet another knight. Tybalt had come and took away in an instant the old man she had been talking to and was going to help. Now the fact guards had arrived at the Abbey and one was busy scouting the place she was at.

"You there, what's happening, and why are there guards searching the Abbey?" Felicity asked Cortez furiously, her anger still prevalent despite this event being completely seperate from earlier.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Blood/

"I think Lavinia still has my sock... but that's besides the point" He shared Tilly's giggle, though did heed her advice if but for a moment; his face looking up to the window though... from the angle, he had a hard time discerning any weather. He shrugged, it mattered not.

"What hurts less? Looking at my dashing vitriol scar?" He managed to sass through a wince as his eyes looked back to Tilly, her wide-brimmed hat not helping in his pursual of her emerald eyes. He did his best to imagine regardless as he idly tapped on the cobblestones with his free hand.
"A hat though... With this weather, I might just take you up on that; maybe we 'aught to swing by the Nomad before I speak with the Heir..." He planned haphazardly with a devilish smirk before he shrugged the thought away, contemplating Tilly's words on her now named brother...

"Fredrick, though... Germanic, isn't it? You don't seem Germanic..." He remarked, tilting his head as he reached up to pull up the brim of Tilly's hat to spy at her face.
"... Maybe a little, your nose is more French or Britling than anything.", his eyes flicked across her features though he kept the brim twinged upwards with his free hand; finding a task to occupy it.

"Family... Two fathers, Two Mothers.. maybe three, depending on what I've heard. Three brothers, too, only one's alive. And one dearly departed sister." He nodded, concluding his list; though he closed an eye, levelling his other with some scrutiny as he let his chin sink to his chest to peer out at Tilly; miming the her look.
"As for a Mistress... Well, I think that's a talk better set with wine and candles, don't you?"

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[Outisakanobody]

Cortez snapped to attention as he was addressed by Felicity. "Pido disculpas, señora. We are looking for some sort of wild man who attacked some people outside the abbey earlier and may be hiding in these very halls even now." he explains, speaking eloquently, if very formal.
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Celeste was also sound asleep, using Lib's muscular torso as a pillow.

[Vanitypirate]

"Baltasar, we got 'im though!" Meriwether gave a shout and a hop on his feet, before planting a boot on the chest of the man.

"'Ave you any rope, Balt? We oughtta tie this codger up!"

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Florence cocked her head at Roderick in thought, as if working out some convoluted calculation in the gears that turned in her head.

Then she simply said, "Thank you for finding me ravishing."

She gingerly plucked off the closest slab of meat to the end of the great stick, holding it between two fingers as if it were some delicate thing. Then she dropped the rod back into the hunter's hand.

"Thank you for the meat."

[The Carrying Blade]

"Well you're doing a horrible job looking, I've seen no man while I've been in here. If he's hiding in the Abbey, he's somewhere else than the fucking entrance of the place." Felicity said, her tone was still angry but due to the man's respect she inadvertently showed some as well by lowering her voice.

[relentless]

Libourg snorted loudly and awoke beneath Celestes figure. His vision blurred and dazed fro the alcohol. Hangover, as they call it. His body ached for they partook in, and he could barely moved. Weakly, he tilted his head up and glanced down at Celeste sleeping, a small smile fell upon his face as he looked upon her. Quietly and gently, he brought his right hand to her face and scuffed away some hair to get a better look at her face.

[Outisakanobody]

"Well if all this nasty business is sorted, I could escort you to your next destination, miss Novel. You never know what sort of ruffians are wandering about in this humble little hamlet." Roderick says in his classic chivalric way.
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"I had been searching this area here, and paused to consider my next course of action. Again, you have my apologies, senora." Cortez says, inclining his head downward. He didn't sound annoyed or upset at all, seeming well used to being yelled at and talked down to.
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Celeste unconsciously swiped at the hand touching her, swatting him in the face.

[relentless]

The hand feebly slapped him in the face, his head moving to one side as a result of the direction of the slap sending his head in the opposite direction. It did not hurt, it was rather comical and it made him giggle. Turning his head back toward Celeste, he sighs and rubs her right shoulder gently, "Celeeeessteeee.." Libourg whispers in a hi pitch tone of voice.

[Vanitypirate]

"Please. S'about as much as I enjoy squinting into your open wound, as well. All but a necessary evil." Tilly gave a scoff and rolled her eyes, washing the few remaining bubbles out of the gash. She shook her head with mock-disdain, "'Think I'm getting woozy', lordy, I've seen worse wounds from papercuts. If I'd put this on you purposefully, I'll consider it an insult."

"'Frederick's one of those names you find all across the continent, but just spelled or said in their own special, special-y way-- watch it, now." She warned as she rose on her knees a bit, reaching over his shoulder and head to pull one of those towels she'd set aside down from their perch on top of the crates Blood previously had sat on.

"Fred-er-ick, Fray-drick, Freed-rich, John, Jean... Johannes... you know how it is." She mimed various vaguely-European accents, "I'm English, if you couldn't tell from the accent, but I suppose, in fairness, I can't tell from yours... where're you from?"

She allowed the towel a brief once-over before she used it to pat dry the wound, "And what happened to your brothers, too? And your poor sister, heavens. I wouldn't want to be your sister, at this rate."

She looked up at him and rose a blonde brow, "And I was asking about a wife, mind you. I'd expect a novel if I asked about your mistresses."

[The Carrying Blade]

"Well, if you want to do your duty then check out the place near the meditation rooms. Down that hall and to the left. It's usually a place of silence so there should be no distractions while you search." Felicity said, her anger quickly disappearing as the man bowed his head and making her feel like a jackass.

[Outisakanobody]

"Non..." Celeste mumbles as she slaps Lib again for trying to wake her.
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"This sounds like a place a rat would hide. I thank you for your guidance. I will be off at once. Be safe, senora." Cortez says before crisply turning away and striding in the direction Felicity had indicated.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Arnulf/

He huffed, eyeing the two with a stink eye as he hefted his stick over his shoulder. He felt the stinges of alcohol bleeding out of his pore as his frustration seemed to mount in the way of his previously jubilant manner solidifying to a sternness.
"Aye, apparently cannibals." He gruffed,

"You're a real piece of work, Ser Roderick, you know that chum? Wonder how you've avoided getting gutted by one o' those ruffians you're talkin about..." He sighed, shaking his head, He looked to either side of his hips to find no skin of water or wine with a measure of dismay, he walked past Roderick, to the door of the Sanitarium and opened it as he made his way away from the pair

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/Blood/

"Wonders of the road make my accent." He gave a wink as he looked down at the now... more or less, clean wound. He supposed it looked a fair bit nastier when it was bloody and muddy, so he was pleased that it was looking more akin to... well, a predescribed papercut over anything.

"Fair enough... Fredrick, then. Your oldest brother, so you had... more?" He asked raising a brow, he smirked; "I gave you a load, pay me back, you robber you." He complained as he tugged in a quick motion on the brim of Tilly's hat, enough so to tilt it over her eyes, simultaneously letting his hand drop down to his side in a drunken manner. He felt a bit numb from the pain, but it was at least a good sign, or so he hoped.

He raised up the veritable mesh of herbs, and held them out to Tilly;
"Mush it together in a paste, the oils should let it stick together? There's an mortar and pestle in the crate... I couldn't care t'find it." He sighed, as he opened his fingers; he'd had them clasped so long his knuckles were whitish, and it took some visible effort to shakily open the claw.

"Gus is the name of my living Brother... He's the one that led the final charge on my keep..." He reminisced a bit morosely, as his eyes flicked left and right in recountance. He chewed on his lip and sighed, shaking his head.
"My sister died then too..."
"... Yeah, no... I need some wine for that one." He muttered with surprising sourness as he sighed, letting his free hand run through his hair, pulling it away from his face.

He sighed, letting his head rest against the crate,
"... Is that a no to the dinner and wine, then?"
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[Outisakanobody]

"I'm normally encased in a much harder skin!" Roderick replies with a rather forced deep laugh as the meat vendor walks away. "You take care as well, old hunter!"