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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 15:03:11 GMT -8
Duval held up a finger at George, picking up his mug and taking a good, relaxed swig of it before releasing his lips from the edge of the metal rimmed mug and let out a pleased sigh, before putting the mug back down. He put his elbow back on, but let his hand hang loosely instead of using it for something to lean on.
"Ahhh well... about two nights? Talked in the abbey then went down here for a nice drink. Ended up slightly pissed *cough* sleptwithher *cough* and ended the night off calmly."
Duval hummed wickedly, followed by a sadistic chuckle to ring out, passing George a wink.
"Let me tell you though, got a big spirit she does. Surprised me, hence why I stayed the night in her bed..."
Duval added on for further explanation as he flexed his stationed hand upon the counter occasionally, whilst the other hand lay on his thigh.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 3, 2017 15:14:44 GMT -8
Stumped, George manages to ask: "You slept with her?" Well, that was something he didn't expect.
But instead of worrying, he bursted out laughing, slapping Duval in the shoulder. "And here I thought nuns have standards!" He snorted. The laugh was hearty, slowly dying down. Until it stopped, and George looked at Duval. "So, in fact, you don't know shit about her. She's got history in this place, you know." The tone was serious and concerned.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 15:26:34 GMT -8
Duval laughed alongside him, a partial chortle as he went to sip his mug again which silenced his laughter, only for it to bubble again until they had both ended off with a pleased, humored sigh.
Wiping his eye, he giggled one last time before he was able to answer.
"H-hehe, I'm sure she dooooess."
Duval cackled with a sly wink and further laughter, hinting at something lewd as he took another swig of his drink whilst eyeing up the room.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 3, 2017 15:31:22 GMT -8
The door opens to the Tavern, Dewitt walking in, bare feet smacking the floorboards. He looked around, pulling forth a couple coins as he moved to the bar, sitting down a bit away from George or Duval.
"Here, some ale."
He slides the coins over, most of what he had left. He took the cup hungrily, taking a deep draft.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 3, 2017 15:36:13 GMT -8
"I'm fucking serious right now, Nick."
George wasn't laughing, just staring Duval straight in the eye. Their current place... was too crowded for this, but he spied a vacant corner.
"C'mon. Over there." He nodded in the direction, grabbing the drink and moving forward, but not until making sure he was followed.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 15:42:23 GMT -8
"Ugh... why you always gotta break out the serious shit."
Duval grumbled as he picked up his drink and stashed his stool underneath the counter, looking at Courcy for a moment.
He does a backwards thumb to the direction George was walking, cracking a half broken smile.
"He needs help drinking booze!"
Duval whispers in a joking manner before he waved her goodbye, hopping forward behind George as they soon came to that small corner.
Duval took a seat, placing his mug down and reclining into the booth.
"So? What's the crack?"
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 3, 2017 15:50:08 GMT -8
"Grace is a murderer."
He shot with the biggest cannon at his disposal, as soon as Duval sat next to him. No bullshit; his friend deserved it.
"Figured you ought to know who you're sleeping with."
Calmly, he looked at Duval to see his reaction.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 16:04:36 GMT -8
Duval paused for a moment as he swallowed those words. A murderer? One that kills innocents?
Good to know that Duval's in the clear, he thought. A smooth criminal like him would never be victim to a murderer... especially when he could swoon them.
He would cross his legs under the desk, and throw his overcoat together across his abdomen.
"Grace? A murderer? Huh... I guess looks do kill afterall. Heh... joking aside... is she? Oh oh! What does she use? Knive? Flintlock!?"
Duval said in a morbidly curious tone of voice, though he was ultimately joking in the end.
Maybe.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 3, 2017 16:18:55 GMT -8
George had to pause and think for a moment if Duval was serious, or just pulling his leg.
"Hell if I know. I only heard stories, from a reliable source." He shrugged, relying information in a cold manner. He was a soldier, after all, death used to be his bread and butter.
"A guy named Baignard, Courcy's lover. You know, the redhead with a polearm. And some other, don't remember the name. Kept in the Abbey dungeon because they were possessed, allegedly. Exorcist was on the way, but Grace decided to take the matter into her own hands." He had to wash his mouth with ale after this one.
"What pissess me off, I can't do jack shit about it." he ended at a sour note. And all the good mood went down the drain.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 16:27:46 GMT -8
Duval tutted and shook his head. Although he was more than willing to probe deeper into this new found mystery, he didn't want his buddy ol' chum to be sulking.
"Oh hush now."
Duval tittered as he gave George a brief nudge against the shoulder and leaned forward, looking him in the eye with a friendly smile.
"You don't have to do anything about it, alright? Look. It's ya break mate! Relaaaax!"
Duval persisted in a raspy tone, emphasising those words in jolly humour.
"I know yah mean well to help em out but... you've got a lot of shit on your plate man. Stop putting so much on it, and finish what you have, aight kid?"
Duval concludes as he leans back in his chair, and takes another swig of his ale.
"'Sides, the guards can do their job, can't they?"
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Post by lightningfast on Aug 3, 2017 18:49:04 GMT -8
"Excellent!" Mordecai exclaimed, "I'm glad to hear it! Though I believe we should recruit some additional help first. Someone to act as a meatsh-- I mean front-line fighter." He corrected himself quickly. "... Er, don't suppose you know anyone who'd fit the bill?" |
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Post by stealthclaw on Aug 3, 2017 18:57:23 GMT -8
Upon Modecai's question, Fen shook her head. "No, the only person I knew within these previous years was my teacher. I'm new here, just as you are. You were the first person I talked to." She paused, taking another drink from her glass. The flavor had grown on her, so now it was a tolerable thing to drink.
"Should we... uh, mingle? Go elsewhere?"
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Post by Unter on Aug 4, 2017 0:28:17 GMT -8
"Anything huh?" François says to the hungry kid. "You remember me of my little cousin, so I'm going to get you something French."
He orders a stew with vegetables and some meat "Pot-au-feu" "How old are you anyway?"
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 4, 2017 8:56:53 GMT -8
-George-
"They fucking can't, is the problem!" George slammed his fist into the table, toppling the drink. Fortunately, there wasn't much left inside, so the pool of ale was manageable. "When Cutter disappeared, we didn't do shit for weeks. Only after I stepped up I managed to SOMEWHAT control this bunch of useless, lazy, spineless cowards." he hissed in anger, grimacing at Duval. "You think it's as easy as 'stop putting shit on your plate', well lemme tell you. My plate is bigger than ANY other in this place, save for the Heir. And everyone dumps theirs on mine! So stop pissing me off by telling me it's easy! I could step down, yeah - then what?! Who's gonna come in my place?"
"Bloody hell..." He mutters after the scene, as most if not all eyes were on him, leaning his back resignedly against the wall. He pointed the finger at Duval. "Look, you're my friend, I just wanted to warn you about Grace. Don't mention my job again." He exhaled and shrank, waving the hand dismissively. "Forget it, just get me something stronger."
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-Milo-
He sat on the barstool, waiting patiently for his meal, a smile wandering on his face. He still didn't dare to look up.
How old was he? That question caught him off guard, for he didn't know. What he knew was, it's been three years since he broke free.
"T-twenty, m'lord" he offered unconvincingly, taking a guess.
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Post by relentless on Aug 4, 2017 9:22:15 GMT -8
Duval merely watched his outburst of childish nature, raising an eyebrow at his violent antics. Though he flinched as he jabbed a finger at him, he didn't retailiate. At the end of his outburst, he could only help but smile. Reaching for his ale, he took another swig, smaller this time b fire setting it down.
"Me."
Duval plainly stated, pausing as he stifled a burp.
"I know the law better than you can drink alcohol, mate. Though... I'ld be happier helping you out. What better person to catch a criminal... with another?"
Duval hummed with a wink as he brought his hand to the pool of ale.
"But that's just food for thought. Don't think to much of it. 'Sides..."
Duval says as he sweeps the pool of liquid off the table, brushing the side of his hand against his overcoat to make it dry again.
"Just here to drink, and enjoy ourselves no? So do what us lads do best, swallow that emotion like a whore that swallows cum, hm?"
Duval jester crudely in a vile manner, but he still snickered afterwards, taking a sip of ale to wash his mouth out.
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