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Post by Vanitypirate on Jun 23, 2017 8:54:07 GMT -8
THE DARKEST ROLEPLAY: GUILD HALL
"Every creature has a weakness. The wise hero trains for what she will face."
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Here is where you will post interactions that take place in the guild hall, guard bunks, or jail.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 16, 2017 23:00:35 GMT -8
"I don't fucking care! I want you out of my bloody jail!" George yelled at Leoman, perhaps a little louder than necessary. Realising this, he lowered his voice from a yell to a shout. "Save your begging and grovelling to the physicians. You. Owe. Me. Nothing." He hissed the last part out, pointing an accusatory finger at Leoman and wagging it in the word's rhythm.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 16, 2017 23:08:51 GMT -8
Leoman leaned forward, his eyes unfocused, but he was trying so hard to focus them. He looked at George. "Warden. May peace fill your life at the ending of any signs I was here. Please tell the woman who searched me i'm sorry. And tell the redhead that hangs around her, tell them both i'm so sorry for the behavior I showed them on the way here. Tell them i'm sorry. I will owe you nothing if you do that for me. If not, I owe you my life, till the end of mine and yours days."
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 17, 2017 3:58:57 GMT -8
The anger on his face was lifted, if only slightly. Though he still kept the hand on the sword and glared directly at Leoman. He let out a long sound, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. "Fine. I'll tell 'em." Judging from the description, he knew exactly who he was talking about: Tilly and Courcy. "But shut the fuck up now, will you? You're making me sick. Actually..."
He felt confident enough to leave Leoman out of his sight for the briefest of moments, grabbing not a glass, but a whole bottle from his office. He picked up the toppled chair and sat on it, resuming the watch.
Better
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 13:10:00 GMT -8
/Cross/
He'd shared a quiet chuckle and mumble as he was led to the Guild Hall's corely entrance in nigh break-neck speed. At least, to the well stretched Doctor; he could feel his ankle and knee protesting as he'd strode across the sucking soil of the courtyard, a veritable mess of soil and rotting grass and other unpleasant viscera.
Even the constructed and warm embrace of the Guild Hall offered little respite, as the well trod and scarred floorboards, and even the air itself, seemed thick with sweat and justified, tame, violence. Though it was better footing regardless.
Cross had to bow his head to enter through the door, holding his hat down as his shoulders brushed against the widths of the portal, his hat's rim readily touching and bent at the woody frame.
Regardless, he straightened and looked about, from behind Meriwether; delighting in the idle plays of terror he had on the simple boy. That estranged nurse as well, Maria, seemed a bit put off.
And, while it may have been amusing, he found himself a bit hesitant now; there was a time and place for all things, terror, now, and from him, was not something wholly needed.
He did try his best to look less intimidating; stooping over at a hunch, and keeping his cane a bit more quiet. Though, as they paused, he looked about; his hands flaring out as he pivoted his body to look about the empty establishment.
"We are here for just such a situation, esteemed guard. Though, if it's a sore or cyst of some kind..." He hummed, and tapped his chin in thought as hestill swayed left and right, looking for a direction to head off towards.
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 17, 2017 13:47:24 GMT -8
Maria had a hard time analyzing Cross' pattern. His motives, the reasons for his behaviors, were yet unknown to her, and it deeply irritated her; they had a situation on their hands, and instead of actively working toward its end, he was using the young guard as just another person to intimidate and scare away. All of these thoughts were momentarily washed away, however, as they entered the Guild Hall.
The sound of steel against steel, the smell of sweat and blood from the light wounds some people sustained while training, this whole atmosphere - it was so utterly familiar to her. When she was still in the convent, being taught the ways of war, they had a similar training ground, and seeing this one reminded her of her past. She'd come a long way; and the fact that she was still alive despite all the odds stacked against her were enough proof for her that she could make it.
She remembered the way to the cells, and kept walking toward them in a determined pace. Each step she took reminded her of her duties in the Hamlet; how she, before going on that dreadful expedition with her lifelong friend Nicholas, was sometimes called to the prison to handle some particularly violent prisoners. Although the guards had no trust for her and her reputation to inject lethal doses of blighting liquid instead of sleeping agent, she still did her job, and had the troublesome prisoners subdued and sedated. Almost ignoring Meriwether and Cross, she kept walking, her hand trailing across the wall as she advanced further, the memories bringing a sad smile to her lips.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 17, 2017 15:55:43 GMT -8
George wasted no time refilling the gaping hole of his stomach with the whiskey. He kept a hand on the pommel and an eye on the prisoner, but his vision was getting more and more blurry.
Right in front of Leoman's cell was a splash of vomit, mostly liquid in form without many... food bits.
George also didn't bother picking the table up, sitting on the lone chair next to the wall opposite to the cells.
All in all, the room looked more like a sleazy bar than a proper jailhouse. The Warden seemed not to mind.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2017 16:40:51 GMT -8
"Y-You'll know it when you see it..." Meriwether shuddered, plodding forward in his shiny boots. His sword drawn, he approached the door, shoulder first. He hesitated before the door, taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, pushing his curlsome hair back against his head.
He gave the doctorlings behind him another glance, and a nod; if anything, he was meant to defend them-- even the tall one with the cane and rats-- in the event that the situation inside got awry.
He took another breath and pulled open the door,
"Ser!" He called to George, "I brought fellows!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 18, 2017 8:34:52 GMT -8
/Cross/
He nodded and swayed, his lenience on his cane being a bit more intense as he neared the door; noting Maria's haste with some grumbling words, before assuming the rearmost position of the assembled three. He spied the descent and next door with some despair, as he reaffirmed his grip on his cane; how he did hate doors.
Though, as the boy opened the door and shouted into the little prison, he couldn't help but stoop a bit more, trying to see into the dingy interior. He spied vomit near the door and hummed, if Meriwether hadn't said otherwise, Cross would have been a bit more worried about the prisoner's condition.
But, as it was, he simply jabbed at Meriwether's back;
"Keep going: Go, go..." he ushered with some snideness before huffing and looking down and into his cloak: a hand reclusing to thumb and peck at the mouths of the rat-pockets, muttering to himself as he humbly remembered treatment over experimentation. But he was feeling deceptively enticed by the onset of a health case, his slowly calming nature all but masking it more than his corvine veil ever could.
With a quiet 'Mhmm' of victory, he pulled out a finger-sized vial of reddish substance and held it in his hand, in preperation; a numbing agent, which should help sooth whomever was in need of it. If the prisoner needed it at all; the possibility of the man being a leper arose, as it would definitely explain the mere existence of such an apparently nasty wound.
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 18, 2017 10:55:11 GMT -8
Maria eyed Cross with suspicion, frowning at the sight of the vial. Knowing the doctor, it could be anything, really; although she was quite sure he would actually follow the requests of the prison's warden. If her doubts turned out to be true, he surely wouldn't do something that foolish in front of so much witnesses. Still, she was nervous; with so little informations on the patient, she did not know what to prepare for. Tapping her fingers against her cheek, she repeated the procedure in her mind; all she had to do was close her thumb into her palm and push her hand forward for the syringes and needles to follow. Although she would prefer for her curious installations to remain a secret, she would not let this hamper her approach to the problem; after all, her time in the Sanitarium had all but proved she was not welcome here.
After all, maybe this was her destiny; to be forever an outcast. A Vestal, she was no more, the deeply flawed nature of some followers of the Light having succeeded in driving her away. But a Doctor, she wasn't either; she had learned to take a scientific approach toward most things, but it would never be enough in the eyes of the rest of the community there. To them, there was something off about the way she spoke and treated the patients; a certain sense of faith she had kept within her, undying before the challenges of life. When a poor soul would expire, she sometimes arranged to be alone with them, and gave them the last sacrament before the great journey.
Shaking herself out of her trance, she reaffirmed her position, pulling her hood forward and trying to tuck her white hair away. Questions often followed, and she did not like answering those, not in a situation like this. And not to people she did not trust.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 18, 2017 14:06:21 GMT -8
Regarding both doctors with a quick judgemental glare, George audibly groaned. "I asked for some muscle, boy!" he leaned forward, the shift of balance propelling him forward and off the chair. Standing somewhat upright, he closed in on Merriwether. "You expect those distinguished people to do the dirty work, and drag a bloody prisoner into the Sanitarium? Huh?" He rapidly extended his free hand forward, the open palm threatening to slap the poor boy accross the face. But, it was held out, pointing at Cross and Maria. "Well, I congratulate you on your stupidity. Yer gonna do the job properly now. Go get Scott and come back when I tell you. It will be you who's gonna escort the prisoner. You better pray to the Light this thing ain't bloody contagious. Now GET OUT!" He yelled that last part at his face, pointing at the exit insistently.
Resigned, he moved to the cells, clattering them. "Get up, you miserable cunt. Show'em."
George would not be witness to that sight again. He stepped aside, turned his back on Leoman and took a sip.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 18, 2017 14:12:36 GMT -8
Leoman now realized he may have just empowered a dangerous man by not subduing him with fear and guilt.
Leoman now raised himself, his rise to his feet labored with pain, but not nearly as difficult as last time. A smirk touched his face as he stared at George's back.
He raised his shirt.
And sitting on his chest, 3 inches down from the collarbone sat a marble sized lump.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 18, 2017 14:56:13 GMT -8
Meriwether scowled at the jabs at his heels, stopping just inside the room, near the doorframe. He held the hilt of his blade close to his side.
His eyes widened at the telling-off by George. After all, he thought he'd done quite a satisfactory job in bringing manpower-- granted, it was more of bird-and-woman-power. He kept his shoulders square, in the face of it all, although the prospect of having to handle the prisoner directly was more than unsavory.
"A-aye, boss!" He beat a hasty retreat for the door, all the while calling, a hand cupped beside his mouth in order to enhance his volume,
"Scott! You're on duty!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 18, 2017 15:31:47 GMT -8
/Cross/
It was only from the barest peripheries of his vision that he spied his accompanying medical peer with a dash of curiously pale hair, on such a young frame; he paused, having been in mid stride out of sheer impulse to get to the subject at hand. It was a rather blatant pause, as his mask's beak did little to abate just where the man was looking.
"Hmm... What is your--" He began, before the apparent superior to Meriwether shout out words to such a volume that Cross himself readily winced and even brought a cowed hand to his hat's brim, tugging it down a bit tighter and about his ear in some distaste as he grouchily muttered to himself and proceeded into the jail.
"Mind your tone, my friend, ahh... Loud noises: could be very bad for... for..." He trailed off as his beak swivelled from George, to Leoman and his bared chest with that evercurious and rather literal bulge of flesh, as Meriwether had said, on his chest.
Though it was a far cry from a mammary, and infinitely less enticing, though infinitely more interesting than the inefficient blobs of fat evolution deemed worthwhile to keep over a millenia.
"... Oh-oh dear that's..." He hummed, a long-fingered limb of his being brought up to cover his veiled mouth, clearing his throat as his stomach audibly churned, before settling with a little burp.
"... Well, we should avoid disturbing it." He muttered, meandering closer, jaggedly walking before clearing his throat and looking about.
"Could someone get me.. Get me a chair? I would like to examine before we ahh... Hmm... Yes.. Move. Him." He spake slowly, with a distance in his tone as he pointed at it, looking to Leoman, Cross stooping best he could to counteract his own towering height.
"How long have you had this..."
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 18, 2017 16:23:39 GMT -8
Raising an eyebrow as Cross started to address her, she winced as she heard the Warden's scolding. As Meriwether passed before her, she gave him a sympathetic smile, before turning her gaze toward the Warden, the soft expression behind her eyes once again hardening. "I am more than able to help, thank you. Perhaps you should gaze up from the bottle and open your eyes sometimes, Warden."
With that, she turned her gaze toward Leoman, frowning at the sight of his lump, then looking back at Cross.
"I believe you can ask him these questions once he is moved to the Sanitarium, Doctor."
She eventually shifted around, kneeling to get a better look at the man inside... if it was indeed a man. She had seen many curious and horrible things at the Sanitarium, and she felt heavy anticipation setting in the room. That unnatural lump and the amount of fluids onto the floor were enough to put her on edge. "What is that man convicted of?" she finally said to the warden, without ever turning her gaze away from the prisoner.
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