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Post by ricarditoreyes on Jul 11, 2020 22:15:13 GMT -8
[Joseph]
It went without saying that bandits were never the most lovable type, but the general air of hatred for this particular lot seemed excessive. While Borivoi seemed to not mind, Saoirse seemed a bit more personally invested in taking care of these bandits. Perhaps she was there to hold them off on the night of the raid. Perhaps one of the many killed mentioned vaguely meant something to her. If it was personal, Joseph dared not press further.
He takes another sip. "Heh. Well I guess it's time we return the favor." He raises his mug, and a sly grin crosses his face. "A toast, my new friends. Perhaps our last." He chuckles.
"Let's make 'em regret ever sticking around."
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Post by speakeroftruths on Jul 11, 2020 22:20:22 GMT -8
[Borivoi]
"Pah, bad luck to toast on an empty mug. A moment," He flags down Hook, raising his empty with a nod. It is soon enough replaced, and he clinks the wooden rim to the upraised one, sloshing a bit of the foaming liquid.
"A shame there is not quality malt to be had. A toast seems weak on pisswater."
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Post by rosallora on Jul 11, 2020 22:36:28 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
She nods to the man's suggestion, her cup clanking against the two others'. "Trust me, I'm sure they already do." She draws back and takes another pull from her mug, licking her top lip as the cup crashes against the tabletop. "Then again, hard to have a lot of regrets when you're sittin' ass up in not even six feet of dirt. Hlokk and I buried most of the bodies. Some of em in Chunks." She rubs a thumb over the handle of her tankard.
Things are starting to feel a certain, gentle kind of fuzzy. Maybe she'll sleep well tonight.
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Post by ricarditoreyes on Jul 11, 2020 22:56:47 GMT -8
[Joseph]
"Heh. For what it's worth, thanks. Wasn't here to help out meself" he says, in a more sincere tone. "Anyways, we should get some rest. They may be nothing more than peasants and idiots, but we shouldn't get too cocky."
He then remembers volunteering to sleep on the floor earlier. It was slightly embarrassing, but he'd already spent too much coin buying rounds for his companions. It would be unwise to spend even more for one night's comfort. "So, which one of ya's good with lending me some of yer floor?"
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Post by speakeroftruths on Jul 12, 2020 2:16:16 GMT -8
[Borivoi]
The man pushes away from the table, finishing his ale and setting the mug down, before nodding to Saoirse.
"As I said, I have roommate already. Talk it out yourselves, and I will see you in morning!"
He gives a cheerful whistle, waves goodbye, and exits the Tavern, the door swinging shut in the chill wind behind him.
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Post by rosallora on Jul 12, 2020 9:10:07 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
She puffs a bit of air out of her mouth, causing a stray hair to retreat back to her ear. Borivoi takes his leave, quickly downing the ale and sounding out a farewell. She looks to the other, then reproduces the key to room six.
"Guess it's mine, then."
She casts a look out the window. "Wonder where he's off to with his roommate. Hm. Not at the inn..." he fingers move over the key, taking in its divots and strange bumps as she considers the possibilities. But in the end, it's not her business to give a fuck about. "Be seein' him soon, I suppose. Hlokk'll be wantin' us to go as soon as possible. Bandits move quick."
She looks at Joseph. And thinks about how cold that bed was going to be.
She stands, fixing him with a hard look, and swishes around the remnants of her drink. She gulps it, and puts the empty container back onto the table. "...If you behave yourself maybe you can share the bed. C'mon." She turns on heel, heading towards the stairs.
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Post by rosallora on Jul 12, 2020 11:43:45 GMT -8
Kat didn't even try to leverage any of the man's weight where she didn't have to but made a big show of "oofing and ahhing" as they shambled him towards the tavern's entrance. Visibly she went red in the face steadying the injured herald-of-potential-beverages on her own showing she was evidently not begot of Atlas. As the door swung open the waif was greeted with the fondly familiar waft of stale liquor, body odour and damp wood. T'was enough to bring a tear to her eye. "Kat, like the the ratters." The lass wheezed through her teeth to answer Ezekiel, deciding to untactfully put her talons on Semyon's kidneys and give him a helpful shove through the door.
He shuffled to a nearby stool, and took a deep draft. "Friends!" He remembered, shooting Kat and Zeke a glance, "Please! For you!"
The pints slammed into the table with purpose, and Hook's expression showed very clearly that these were the only drinks he would let Semyon, specifically, be near this night. "In my country!.." trailed off Semyon, taking another drink. "One would have ale alongside tenderloin pickled in stomach acids! Or...something like that."[Ezekiel] He hefts the most of the Rus's weight, not wanting the lady friend to huff and puff any more than she had to. And huff and puff she certainly did! Then the lass pushes the poor man into the bar, drippin' and bleedin' as he was, and he just goes on and orders his ale like there was nothin' wrong with his constitution. A true solider! Zeke picks up the offered drink, ever the spirit of politeness about him. He looks to Kat, picking up her cup and passing it to her. "Drink now then! TO a safe return?" He looks to Semyon, assuming that he'd been some place beyond, fill of blood and bile and saltwater sweat. |
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Post by ricarditoreyes on Jul 12, 2020 13:24:48 GMT -8
[Joseph]
Her offer came as a huge surprise. After all, she was the one to propose the idea of sleeping on the floor in the first place. "Oh... Yeah just hold on" he says, as he turns to what little remained of his ale and quickly poured the remainder into his flask. He then follows her, eager to see whether a fulfilling rest would be possible.
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Post by rosallora on Jul 12, 2020 15:00:41 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
"C'mon then. Don't moon about it."
She leads him up to room six, wondering what lay in store behind the door. Well, the key slips into the lock. The door opens. And honestly, it's just about what was expected. Not a lot of anything at all. A bed. A mirror. A basin for washing. She sighs, holds the door open with a foot, lets Joseph in, and steps in after him.
"...I'm gonna let the ale carry me," she says, slumping down to the bed. "Suggest you do the same."
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Post by ricarditoreyes on Jul 12, 2020 15:13:47 GMT -8
[Joseph]
Upon entering, he takes a quick glance around. True that it was nothing special, but he couldn't possibly ask for more than a sweet bed to lie upon. It was the only thing to do after a nice toast, really. He looks toward the bed. Although he had shared many cramped beds with strangers in his past travels, he debated heavily whether he should take the previously offered spot on the floor. It would certainly do no good for his back, and the bandits would likely not go easy on him for it. Plus, the call of the soft warm covers was almost overwhelming for him in his tipsy state.
"Well, if you don't mind...I'll take this spot here then," he gestures towards the unoccupied side of the bed. "And thanks for the offer, don't reckon I woulda enjoyed the floor."
He then crawls onto the edge of the bed, trying to take up the smallest amount of space possible, and falls asleep as soon as he settled in.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 12, 2020 23:53:46 GMT -8
“Armor annoys me too, so hard and heavy, takes a bit more work to finish people like that off. Glad to see you at least seem to know what your doing, whoever tried it with me clearly didn’t think twice before tossing their own.” Ellie laughed, her voice light and weightless, the 6 month nap doing great for her attitude. Though there was a nagging thought behind her head, that maybe getting with a bomb maker might prove hazardous to her health. The other side however, was telling her to keep going, make a friend, see which one actually lasts or try and prove she has a curse on her.
“Oh, and before I let it slide, let me tell you something. With what I’ve seen, hearing about someone new is like having a fresh breeze blow over me. I know enough not to get myself killed and all, and chatting with a stranger who makes bombs seems like the complete opposite of what I need to do to follow that knowledge. But there’s something good about you, I can feel it. Maybe it’s the new blood or maybe just a cute girl thinking explosives might be enough to protect herself gives me enough hope to believe it.” Ellie grinned, thinking maybe if she was a bit more lively and complimentary things would be better. Deciding to ask her now while she had her hooked in.
“So, I gotta ask, you wanna be friends with little ol’ me?” She giggled, taking another swig and finishing the bottle as she set it down and stuck out her right hand to Cyrus. Not realizing she might come off as flirty or overly friendly with how she has been acting.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 13, 2020 20:52:43 GMT -8
[Elorit/ ? ? ?]
"Boring...? Heehehehhhe"- a coughing laughter exited his lungs, as he laughed at the words that Darrio said to him. The laughter goes as quickly as it appears...and a somewhat bloodthirsty smirk appears on the alchemist's face. How wrong this man was, he couldn't even imagine. And who was Elorit to stop him? So he answers in a manner that would've left Elorit of the past unnerved.
"A man with a conscience would tell you that it is boring. And maybe you should move on to better pastures...But I lost my conscience since I came here, I hardly constitute as a man anymore and don't tend to lie, unless it brings something to my table... So I say - at least give it a try. A whirl or two, a brush with what is out there, a dance with death...and then tell me if it's boring or not, eh? If your opinion doesn't change...then you're even more mad than all of us here. Or maybe...you would feel right at home." |
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Post by rosallora on Jul 13, 2020 21:22:59 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
She's filled with this bubbly, bright energy that she doesn't quite trust when she enters the tavern. Despite the slight chill of the air outside, when they arrive, it already feels topped with light and warmth. There's people here and they don't feel as much like enemies. They certainly don't appear like friends to her in the least, but. The people at her back?
She guesses they are.
She slops herself down in a booth, not minding the idea of being walled in with them. Her neck aches, but her throat wants the drink more. "Aye now, I believe we were promised a proper feast!"
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Post by ricarditoreyes on Jul 13, 2020 21:26:54 GMT -8
[Joseph]
He chuckles. Sure, his wounds mounted at one point, and there were even doubts back then whether he would make it back at all. However, all that mattered now was to test Hlokk and see whether she would keep her word. A square meal would definitely do him well.
"Yeah. I need me a drink, first off," he says, turning back to face Hlokk "but that feast better be ready by the time I finish me pint!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 13, 2020 21:27:36 GMT -8
|HLOKK|
There's a pride in her belly from the slaying, from the satisfaction of a vengeance fulfilled. Waiting; she can almost see the man's face looking at her with baleful eyes, waiting to wriggle free and strike her down in the End Times.
Her eyes are shut as she follows after Saoirse, and her words take her from her dreams.
"Ah! Of course!" Hlokk barks out with a heave and drops her Hassemesser into the boards beside the booth; it splinters and sinks into the wood with a satisfiying crunch and thud.
"I will get a BIG mutton, some potatoes, carrots... eh.... Mead..?" Hlokk looks to the other members of the party vaguely as she thumbs the fat coin purse at her hip...
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