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Post by relentless on Apr 2, 2018 12:50:22 GMT -8
Duval thought it was time to have a long, good stretch. He rotated his arms in long stretching arcs, cracks of joints and muscles occured. Then he made to extend his legs long enough to cause the same effect. He let out a relaxed sigh, and turned to face Adeney with his hands in his pockets.
"Well. A few weeks after I came out here, I went out of the tavern for a smoke since it was a bit stuffy in there, y'know, as it usually is! I... was there for a good bit, then I saw your 'Silvant' hurrying off to the Weald."
Duval paused, breathing sharply through his mouth.
"So, as any normal person that knew some shit about this place, I called out to her and she didn't reply. I was very content with pissin' off back inside but... I don't know! Out of habit, thought I'd 'investigate'. Y'know, what that Warden cunt does."
Duval paused for a longer period of time, a slight cringe building in his face.
"Tck, I hate thinking about what happened. Was awfully... well, fucked! But anyway, as I was saying.
I decided to see what the crack was, and she had gone pretty far out, away from all those guard posts n all that. And boy! She was... well, not all that well upstairs. As soon as I called out!-"
Duval clicked his fingers hard at Adeney, a loud 'click' permitting near them.
"She was coming at me with a knife, swinging like hail mary on holy Sunday, screeching bloody murder. Cut up my clothes but thank christ for this chainmail, else I'd be pickings for the crows! Boy... it was a real mess."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 2, 2018 13:03:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"That's the thing Florence... I wanna know your preference." He admitted, as he started walking towards the exit of the Abbey, looking to her with some trepidation. His gaze lingered on her for awhile before he swallowed hard and nodded, though he wasn't certain of anything in the moment. Finally able to talk with Florence alone, and he was at a loss of words with her infront of him.
The difficulty had his mind turning in and unto itself, he'd thought she'd make things alright... But he wasn't giving her any time.
Again, he squeezed his eyes shut and smirked, shrugging as he opened them again,
"You always follow me around... Always help me out; I've not thought of what you've wanted..." He admitted and scratched an itch at the back of his neck.
"... We've always gone to places I want to go to; do you want to go to my Room, or the Archives... or?" He shrugged hopelessly, trying desperately to inspire something from her.
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Post by black379 on Apr 2, 2018 13:15:27 GMT -8
Adeney didn't like what Duval was saying. It didn't sound like the girl he knew. She was troubled, sure enough, but not mad - not enough to attack someone, let alone so viciously.
"She tried to kill you?" He queried and cleared his throat. "S-she must have thought you a brigand."
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Post by relentless on Apr 2, 2018 13:22:06 GMT -8
Duval laughed aloud, chuckling slowly into a harsh silence with a mild glare.
"Nah mate, I still had my pitcher with me!"
Duval let out a brief chuckle once more, before he sniffed the air, and looked him dead in the eye, as if he could see him through his mask.
"Yeah, she tried to. Kept saying something about... 'bastard father' or something like that. Hard to recall really... and since I didn't know her at the time, I thought she was some beggar trying to mug me. Soooo..."
He reached behind his head, scratching the back of his hair awkwardly, before he opened his mouth with a wet sound following through, bringing his arms in front of him to hold his palms out in a 'shrug' gesture.
"-So I slung a couple insults at her for doing that, and said what the big deal was. Then that's when she... blimey, even from a couple words I didn't she'd... gut herself like that. It was awful, truly."
Duval took a hesitant step back, mainly out of precaution.
"Now now, I didn't tell her to top herself or anything! Literally just standard shit to someone who's mugged you off, or in my case, literally! As soon as she plugged herself in the gut, I ruined my overcoat to stem the bloodflow! Now let me just say this cost me twenty gold to get the blood out, even more if it weren't to my old buddy Ibrahim!"
Duval reassured, straightening his posture with a cough, and putting his left hand near the brim of his jacket, fingers tapping against the edge as he eyed Adeney.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 2, 2018 13:40:06 GMT -8
There was no hesitation or moment of thought. The words came instantly.
"I wish only to assist you in every way I can." The answer was honest. Much of Florence's work was devoted to ensuring Lekalis's well-being.
She didn't dislike the fact either.
"If you are more comfortable in the tavern, then that is where I wish to go." She nodded, but waited for him to open the abbey's doors for lack of hands.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 2, 2018 13:50:12 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Again, he sighed. A touch of irritation this time as he listened to her unbidden devotion, he wanted to get mad at her for being so difficult, but that same irritating devotion had him smile and his chest swelled with happiness.
He knew it made her happy...
"Come, let's walk." He beckoned her now and pushed open the Abbey doors,
"Why do you want to assist me?" He asked, before waiting on Florence to pass on through to the Hamlet Streets...
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Post by black379 on Apr 2, 2018 13:51:38 GMT -8
Adeney clenched his teeth listening to Duval's slander. The image of Silvant's ruined body, stuck up on a hook burrowed into his mind. He denied what the man was telling him. She couldn't have 'gutted' herself. Silvant wouldn't have survived, nor would she do such a thing to begin with, he thought.
"Why are you saying this?? Y-you're mistaken!" But he recognized Ibrahim's name. That scholar knew her too and withheld some knowledge about her - probably this same tale.
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Post by relentless on Apr 2, 2018 14:05:10 GMT -8
Duval made a hissing of regret, returning his arms back into their folded position above her abdomen.
"Hey man, I saw you and thought you should know about it. Since you seem like good mates and all, I didn't want her keeping that dark past to herself. Someone she could... talk to? I guess? I don't know. But yeah, she had a nasty scar on her stomach after that, I'm surprised you didn't see it yourself! If it weren't for Ibrahim, I'd feel awful."
Duval nodded, before he decided to take a couple steps forward, pushing his hands into his pockets.
"Listen Adeney, she's a good kid, y'know? Didn't feel right you not knowing the whole cheese behind the diary. I'm ashamed of what happened and wish I acted better for it, hell, I've made a fool out of myself and I did pay the price for it... believe me."
Duval nodded, sniffing the air with his eyes closed, before he opened them again to provide a more chilled out gaze.
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Post by black379 on Apr 2, 2018 15:19:21 GMT -8
"I-I didn't see her s-stomach!" Adeney retorted sharply at the insinuation. Even so, he was ready to storm out, to find where the girl's body was being prepared and see the scar for himself.
He scoffed at Duval in disbelief. Astonished at the man's carelessness with the fragile young doctor. Neither of them could have known truly how ruined she was. And Duval was so wrong, thinking that she could confide in anyone now.
"She's- She's dead, y-you bastard."
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Post by relentless on Apr 2, 2018 15:25:16 GMT -8
Duval froze for a moment, his expression blank, his eyes searching.
"...EH?"
Duval piped up in a loud sense, incredibly shocked, and immediately regretting his entire confession.
"O-oh, fuck shit piss!"
Duval growled to himself, throwing his hands behind his head, and hissing himself as he began to pace away and back to Adeney.
"Mate I'm sorry, I-I had no idea! I thought she was al-all well and good!"
Duval quirked up, no smile was there, only a slight saddening curl on his lip. His face was contorted with guilt, shame and everything inbetween, his hands coming back from his head and seemingly trying to form an apologetic hand gesture of some kind, but to no avail.
"L-like! If I had kno-known I wouldn't of da-dared-!"
He swallowed his words, staring at him in disbelief.
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Post by black379 on Apr 2, 2018 16:08:26 GMT -8
Adeney grit his teeth and glared daggers at Duval. Neither the man's confession, nor his stuttering apology could atone for Silvant's death. Yet her death was not his fault. He was easy to blame, but Adeney's own hands took her life.
"She died today. I k-" He couldn't admit. "I carried her from the warrens."
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Post by relentless on Apr 3, 2018 6:43:15 GMT -8
Duval began to hiss swear words and other unintelligable sound out of panic, though some words were able to be identified such as 'piss' 'fuck' and 'shit'. The man ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head.
"Fuck mate, my condolences. I shouldn't of- awww pissin' hell!"
Duval cursed at himself, slapping himself on the cheek from left to right as some form of punishment before he straightened himself out, and brought his hands out, paused as if he were going to say something.
"Adeney, I'm sorry for your loss, aight'? I-if you want me to do anything to help or whatever, I do-don't know, just let me know okay lad?"
Duval sighed heavily, turning his back from him for a moment and pacing toward the baths, scrunching his brow with his left index and thumb.
"Bah, feel like a right bastard now..."
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Post by Boo Ghostie on Apr 3, 2018 18:58:03 GMT -8
Finding Roland was a simple feat. It did not take a professional tracker to figure out that a man obsessed with seeking retribution for his sins would be found in the penance hall. Flynn took his sweet time time however, giving himself several pep-talks to bolster his own self-confidence once again. For the guilt that plagued his mind, real or imagined, still lingered long after his delusional bout within the graveyard.
The bounty hunter heard one crack of the whip before entering. Flynn greeted the sight of Roland's bloodied figure with a warm smile that contrasted the whole ordeal of self-mutilation.
"Good seein' ye' still in one piece." Flynn let out, "I got a job fer' the both of us, mate. We've been do fer' an outin' for quite some time. We could use the exercise."
Roland looked back at Flynn, giving him a silent nod before letting out a long exhale. The crusader stood up and silently walked to his darkened armor. Donning it once again so that he may once again embark on his quest for absolution.
"Yeah, lemme 'elp ye' out wif' 'at shite. The blokes are probably waitin' for us." The bounty hunter piped up before entering the penance hall to help Roland out with his armor. A tie of the lace here, and a tad bit of bandaging over there. A layer of gambeson, a layer of chain-mail, and a layer of plate. Putting on armor was tedious work, but for the sake of time Flynn was willing to put up with helping his friend.
The two finally departed from the penance hall. With Flynn patting Roland on the back as they marched towards the door. Only to see the ugly mug of their soon to be comrade.
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Post by Kidney on Apr 3, 2018 22:07:36 GMT -8
The new friends, the new comrades, the cautious additions.
Roard waved meekly, staring down at the too, his hunch developing subconsciously from the want to be at the same level as everyone else. He gestured to the knight standing near him, replacing his bandages around his mouth in the meantime.
"This is Francois, he's the final member of the squad."
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Post by Unter on Apr 4, 2018 12:29:09 GMT -8
When they finally entered the abbey, the peace of a place of faith soothed Francois' whispers of fear. He took a good look to judge the two others participants in the expedition. A seemingly valourous knight that had befriended a ruffian. Excellent. They were a party of essentially warriors, the combat will be glorious. Impatience filled the Knight, and he itched to be gone from this place to feel his righteous blade crush into some fiend's cranium.
"Yes, I salute the both of you. My name is Francois Louis Xavier de Paladines, a knight of France."
A slight bow of his head accompagned his greetings. A very slight bow. This was only proper salutations between a noble and some knave. He bowed a little deeper when facing Roland.
"Now, I expect we are all acquainted and ready. I think we should depart at once."
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