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Post by Kidney on Dec 16, 2017 17:30:57 GMT -8
Tod was roused by this sudden wordy commotion, and he attempted to quiet himself for further consideration of others. His eyes searched his hands, and he stuffed them in his pockets, anxiety building steadily as he attempted to remain inconspicuous. His mind pushed away many thoughts of the combat, the excursion from the fight and casting had left him almost unable to move, let alone think.
With a good chunk of time wasted, Tod began to hobble towards his room. The hallways were winding in his current state, but eventually, his attempt at finding his room was rewarded with the wooden door of his room, still ajar.
Tod threw his clothing down, slipping into his bed, tattooed body entirely open for a moment in the air. But in another moment, he was snoring, sleeping with a closed, but not locked door.
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 18:32:17 GMT -8
She nodded her head to Blood and eyed him under her brow. Courcy's grin betrayed what she thought of his performance. That he was being ridiculous, and that she was glad for it. She shifted her eyes to the tall stone wall, from the ground to its peak.
"Not breakfast exactly." The redhead scoffed, shooting Blood a wry look as she dropped to a knee. Her halberd was propped against the wall, then her blue gaze held his for a lasting moment. Locking her fingers together, she held her hands out, palms up, for the man to step and be hoisted up.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 18:41:20 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Not breakfast exactly???" He repeated with a scrutinizing leer, puffing his lips a bit before rolling his eyes away as his expression lightened and he eyed his bootheel; using the base of his spear's haft to pluck off any rocks or large clumpets of mud.
"That is... Awfully implicit of you, good Courcy." Lekalis pointed out with a doubly amused smile, the wordly toying they had with eachother was rather amusing; refreshing, really... Yet, his features sobered as he realized she may well be doing these dances of flirtations on the presumption he wasn't otherwise... indebted to another.
With a dignified clearing of his throat, he placed a relatively clean boot onto Courcy's palms and gave a respective nod; assuming she'd the strength and good bone structure, Lekalis would find himself rather expertly sent up.
And, as he'd done in his youth, reached his fingers up to the upper lip of the wall to hoist himself up onto the rather dangerous middling of the fence.
In times like these, as he straddled the wall and shifted his jewels, he was rather happy to have well padded trousers.
Lekalis, of course, looked down and leant over; offering the end of his spear (blade couched behind his arm and against his breastplate) to the Ginger. He jerked his head up,
"Tell me, exactly, what you had then; Lady Courcy?"
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 19:01:06 GMT -8
Once he was atop the wall, Courcy stood and brushed her hands of dirt. She looked up to Blood, planting her hands on her hips. To imply the act was one thing, but to be called out to be specific was entirely another. Her cheeks reddened a tinge, and she half desired to interrupt the ex-lord's interrogation by nudging him over the wall.
"I... spent the night with the Warden." She puffed, gripping the end of Blood's spear, though she questioned his own ability to help her over. "Well, I woke with him too." Courcy answered, remaining vague.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 19:22:14 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He shared a look stuck between surprised and unsurprised; on one hand... Why wouldn't she? On the other; it was her captor. His mind's gears almost visibly turned behind his eyes as they slowly squinted.
"I... can't imagine you just had tea and crumpets..." He chuckled, shaking his head before grunting and letting his muscles seize the moment.
It had been a long time since he'd done any heavy lifting, to be sure; though, with his heels dug into the wall, he did his best to utilize leverage over raw muscle power to hoist her up and onto the wall. Though, he was rather exasperated, he still managed to ply some wit through his heavy breaths;
"You... You could'a just lead with that! Why bother risking our necks now?" He scoffed; there was a theatrical air to his tone which demeaned any real steel behind his words.
Regardless, he slipped over the edge and into the garden of the Abbey, narrowly missing a flower bed; he looked up and sheathed his spear, while doubly holding his hands up and out to catch Courcy. His fingers beckoned her forthwith.
"Jesting, of course..." He clarified, sincerely,
"... Come on then, hop to!"
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 20:20:13 GMT -8
"We had some beer to go with the sex." Courcy added with a contrived chuckle as she straddled the wall. She wasn't as proud as she let on, to have so suddenly gone to bed with George, having just met him and having just lost her last lover. She was all too good at playing the part of her rumors.
Snatching up her polearm, she then crossed her leg over the top of the wall. The halberd was lowered again, on the proper side, before Courcy hopped down next to Blood. Her landing was imperfect, but thanks to Lekalis, she kept upright.
"I waited in your room first." The hellion mentioned, though she looked past him. Her weapon was back in her hands, and she began, though she didn't know precisely where she was headed. "You sent me there, but you didn't show."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 20:42:08 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It took him a moment to recollect the memory, but it was rather clear that his delay had inspired something more beneficial than any idle meet at a room. He cleared his throat, regaining dignity and composing his smile into something more pitying and apologetic as he held Courcy's meaty arms in his hands.
"I remember..." He explained needlessly, as he looked away and shrugged; try as he might a satisfied smile couldn't leave his lips.
"... I'm... Sorry. I'd been predisposed... Tilly and I we-- When I found her, she was reminiscing. I spoke, and listened...and after we caught up..." His words came forth, fluid yet stilted. As wine might flow if you'd occasionally place your thumb over its mouth.
Lekalis, at first, looked to the ground taking a step back as he patted Courcy's shoulder and let go, bringing his hands to idly fidget with the dirt 'neath his nails.
Though, he seemed resolved over something, and with an affirming nod, he looked up.
"... We found ourselves better than friends. We'd shared many travels and woes but never had the chance to rightly... Catch up, you see? Most of our dealings were of concords about money and services."
He wondered if his point was getting across; he squinted at Courcy as he did so, weaning his head to one side thoughtfully,
"Though, we'd not roused much more than a curiosity in eachother; I found myself... enraptured." Lekalis whimsically explained then cowed his head, taking another, though sheepish, step back...
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 21:09:45 GMT -8
Courcy listened to his choppy, though wordy, explanation. She nodded along as though she already knew what Blood was saying. Though her brow furrowed the more he talked, and by the end of it, she looked like he hadn't spoken a word of English to her.
A confused, even concerned eye fell on his face. She looked down to his feet as he backed off, then her look darted back to the ex-lord's face.
"What... You...?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 21:24:01 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"I... No? No! I didn't..." His face went to relief, then worry, then mirrored confusion and then realization as he raised his hands and his brows raised and he nervously chuckled, shaking his head;
"... We just... We're contemplating it. It's nothing but a smidge of a fancy!" He assured her, nodding before realizing a flush a sweat had come to his brow.
"Heavens, thank the Light we're in a Garden; I must smell like a fish." Lekalis chuckled, his eyes darting off and motioning to the various shruberry with a little laugh as he wiped his hand over his mouth.
"... I mean, I wouldn't mind if we--" He paused, the train of thought and his fidgeting as he straightened up; clearing his throat.
"It's not... foul of me to think that, is it?"
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 21:55:41 GMT -8
The hellion cocked her head at Blood, like a bemused dog. But her eyes remained strict as he fervently denied any intimate involvement. She crossed her arms and shook her head away, not really wanting to look at him.
"You only murdered her lover." Courcy retorted, hanging her head and kicking at a weed that sprang up from a split in the walkway. He had made his excuses, but she assumed to know how Tilly must have felt about the red-cloaked man. She would have equated Blood to Grace herself, but she couldn't bring herself then to equate Fenrik to Baignard.
"So what, then? You still left me alone."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 22:48:12 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"It was in self-defense." He riposted easily, grimly, as he set a heavy gaze on her with a frown.
"I did all I could to avert his death, you know this." Lekalis sighed and shook his head, though he understood where she was coming from; he rubbed his jaw and looked away, guilt worming its way in whether he wanted it or not. Perhaps it'd always been there, like a corpse set to fester.
"Tilly and Roderick were vying to split apart before his death... His death was born from his own zeal to keep what was not his to demand." He finished with some zeal of his own.
His features softened, though, as he rubbed the back of his neck; easing some unseen strain...
"I left you alone, aye; I hadn't thought I'd be gone for so long and... Even if I had been, more wanted it as a place for us to meet up later." He took a breath and exhaled slowly, looking about the garden for any immediate passersby. He assumed, by their rather unadulterated entrance, that none were in the yard presently.
"I saw you in the Tavern before you went off with George. I figured you could handle yourself..." He pressed, raising an eyebrow that made the presumption sound more like a question.
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Post by black379 on Dec 17, 2017 11:59:12 GMT -8
The redhead sighed emphatically, prodding a muddy spot on the ground with the butt of her poleaxe. She couldn't wholly blame him, Blood had the same right as she to spend his own time, fooling around or not. She questioned still if the man's interest in Tilly was reciprocal. It seemed convenient only to learn now that the robber and her Roderick had any falling out.
"Me and the Warden were wasted. We fucked. It sounds like a good time, doesn't it?" Courcy looked to Blood with a sardonic guise. "What do you think?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 17, 2017 12:24:20 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His features, his smile, sombered and he pursed his lips a little; questioningly, as he stooped to look at Courcy's face as she found the butt of her haft seemingly more interesting than him for a brief moment.
"Depends on the fuck, really."
Lekalis shrugged, then rolled his eyes away, starting off to meander away down a path in the gardens.
"And the wine, and the meat-- Ah, like..." He held his hands out, miming a foots length,
"--A good steak, not... A cock." He explained with a shrug, he paused and looked back to Courcy, to make sure she followed...
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Post by black379 on Dec 17, 2017 21:13:42 GMT -8
"I don't know." Courcy huffed and tensed her shoulders, looking to Blood as he turned and started away. She followed after him, boots stomping heavily on the path before she gave up her brief tantrum. There was little use being upset with him while at the same time she needed him. "Maybe I've had it too much. Cock."
Her partnership, with a few people, since Baignard was killed, wasn't completely regretted. But just as everything, just as Blood now, she was never really given what she wanted.
"It's not right, to go at Tilly. Not after Roderick's just gone..." She offered strictly. Though Courcy trailed after him, her pace was slower. Distracted more by the man, and the conversation, than much looking for Hans and his friend.
"Maybe not right to fuck the Warden, after Fenrik..." The ginger seemed to be voicing her thoughts more than just talking to Blood.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Dec 18, 2017 15:33:44 GMT -8
"Were any of our people harmed in this breach?" Grace asked, somewhat worried about the people she was technically in charge of.
Lance frowned as he heard about this talk of demon worms. He didn't know what to make of it. Though it sounded seriously dangerous to him.
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