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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 12:34:39 GMT -8
Tilly scooted closer and put an arm around her.
She even dared to imagine that this could go well.
"We just thought that... waiting leaves room for tragedy, and all." She nodded, squeezing her shoulder. "Why wait to make yourself happy, y'know?"
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 12:39:52 GMT -8
"Hmm. I suppose you know enough about that. I suppose, if you really want this and want...me involved, I will do whatever I can." Grace says, taking Tilly's hand and squeezing lightly.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 12:46:03 GMT -8
Tilly rightly beamed and tapped her feet against the floor.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
She brought another arm around her friend and gave her a tight squeeze.
"You have no idea how much that means to me!"
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 13:06:04 GMT -8
"I think I have some idea. This is a very special opportunity for any man or woman. I will have to study up on how to perform a marriage ceremony." she says, smiling sheepishly.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 13:23:52 GMT -8
"You'll do great. I know it."
Tilly released Grace from her hug and made to spring to her feet.
"I'll leave you to it! I've got some more invitations to hand out, but I'll be back later, yeah?"
She grinned and waved.
"And thank you again!"
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 15, 2018 13:25:57 GMT -8
"I will, I mean...and thank you, Tilly...And congratulations!" Grace says with a smile.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 13:27:24 GMT -8
"Thank you!" Tilly bubbled out, again; she still couldn't believe it.
Things might turn out right after all, even if all others disapproved.
"Be well!" She nearly sang the words and she pranced happily out of the room.
[Tilly departs!]
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The Abbey
Apr 17, 2018 11:52:10 GMT -8
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Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 17, 2018 11:52:10 GMT -8
Grace was too flustered to really respond. This was really a lot for her to take in. On one hand she didn't really approve of blood, if she was honest. But Tilly certainly did deserve to be happy, and if this is what it would take, then Grace was all for it. "I am actually glad she went through with her plan to retire, like me..." she mumbled as she drifted about her room.
Her first thought was what she should wear. She had been to a few weddings, but only as a girl in her village. She started going through her meager collection of cloths to see if anything was appropriate. During this process she made the embarrassing discovery that she had become rather...soft in y the least few months. Particularly around her middle. She hadn't really been eating any more than usual, but she supposed She was definitely less active. With a blush and a huff, she silently vowed to do something about this...but first she'd likely need to visit a tailor...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 19, 2018 18:12:02 GMT -8
"We just...lost touch I suppose. These things happen. People are busy." Tazia says while fiddling with her lute strings. "As common as it is tragic." "Ah, well..." Alphonse let out a sigh of relief. "That sounds better than the alternative." |
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The Abbey
Apr 19, 2018 18:14:32 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Outisakanobody on Apr 19, 2018 18:14:32 GMT -8
"Losing someone is never easy, honestly. Heartbreak is the second most common subject of songs." Tazia points out as she gently picks out some soothing tune.
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Post by relentless on Apr 23, 2018 11:18:06 GMT -8
"The soaps? Ah, the soaps!"
He chuckled as he followed Courcy into the Abbey, moving toward the Bathhouse area, standing by it with crossed arms.
"I'm sure there are some nice ones you can use? I imagine Lekalis put a lot of effort to provide luxurious service."
Duval explained as he looked into the Bathouse for a moment, before looking toward Courcy.
"So, what'll it be beside the soap? Perhaps I could comb your hair? Make it all nice?"
He proposed as he flashed his hands toward her for a moment, shrugging before letting his hands fall.
"Never really done Bathhouse shite before, so pardon me if I'm lacking."
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Post by black379 on Apr 23, 2018 11:40:45 GMT -8
"I s'pose so. I haven't been here but... once, myself. Mostly I just dip in a lake." The redhead flashed a smile at Duval as they approached the doorway to the secluded baths. She stood tall before the entrance and watched the roguish man expectantly. Courcy presumed some fantasized role of a princess or queen and Duval would, of course, have to hold the door for her.
"I want to be clean, and fresh. More pretty than I've ever been." Her giddy smirk persisted as she awaited not so patiently, drumming her fingers on her hips. "So do what you want with me, long as I look nice."
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Post by relentless on Apr 23, 2018 11:47:15 GMT -8
Duval chuckled at her girlishness, before he clicked his tongue and shrugged with a smile.
"Well I'll try! Though I'm sure I can't do any better than what you already look. I could..."
He paused, holding the door open for her before he motioned her to enter,keeping his foot in front of the door.
"Erm...what do bathouse people do...oh! A... backrub? After making your hair look more lovely? Free of charge, of course, it would be heinous to charge for such things. Though for the soap, I would prefer if you paid. Though if you can't, I'll just... write it off, I guess!"
He suggested in a coy manner, looking at her for an answer.
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Post by black379 on Apr 23, 2018 13:24:55 GMT -8
Courcy inhaled deeply as she passed through the doorway and looked across the many basins of water. She sighed with content and flopped her arms at her sides.
"I don't... really have any coin." She frowned as she turned about to face Duval. Her blue eyes rose slowly from the floor to meet the man's own gaze. Courcy was loathe to appear pitiable, but she hadn't other options than to beg free treatment.
"I could pay you some other way." The redhead blurted, though her face fell again and she scuffed her boot on the stone floor.
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Post by relentless on Apr 23, 2018 13:33:35 GMT -8
The world slowed down for a moment as those words left Courcys lips. Finer details had become more pronounced, the sheen on her lips, the blossom of fiery orange that sat upon her head, the curvature and...
A smooth grasp was fast around his neck, a thin grip, not strong enough to choke him fully. Though it did silence his words. Behind him, he could see from the corner of his eye, the same vulture abomination standing behind him, staring at him with eyeless sockets, and a chirping beak, before dissipating into nothing. A paleness formed over his skin, and the man coughed, as if he was drawing breath after drowning.
"No! No it's fine. I- I didn't mean to come off like that, apologies."
Duval quickly stated, rubbing his neck as if what had choked him was real. With a cough, the man sighed heavily, took a step forward and nudged Courcy on the shoulder.
"Hey, just because you made me buddy George a little happier, it'll all be free. No need to worry, Courcy."
Duval nodded to her, though his expression lacked any form of happiness, more so, fear. Without another word, Duval stepped around her, and looked on yonder for the ingredients he would need to make Courcy shine.
"-I'll just be... getting the soap ready."
He blurted out with little emotion, disappearing to a sheltered area where arrays of cloth bound soaps were kept, and began sorting through them. He knew his fragrances, so hopefully he would organise something that would make her feel clean and smell great.
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