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Post by hopper on Aug 13, 2017 23:16:11 GMT -8
"Hunger is insolent and will be fed."
She quoted, idly, chewing the small bits of bread as she walked to the entrance of the tavern. She paused though, before stepping outside to follow the man. For a moment she shut her eyes and basked in the warm sounds that fed her ears as readily as bread fed her stomach, awash in the idle titter-tatter of the place, such human sounds that made her feel at peace. A small smile flitted to her face and she stepped from the tavern, looking back over to Hugo. She was exceedingly pleased to see the humour mask re-assert itself in the strange man's demeanour and took it as a good sign. The night was coolish, as nights at this time are prone to be, and she wished now for the warm insides of her tent, where she could hear Maria the bearded lady play cards with Joshua who juggled torches and one of the vendors who clustered outside the circus like rats to a grainery. Shaking off the want, she instead took out her mandolin and began to tune it, allowing the sweet notes to drift off and fill the air between them as comfortably as any idle chatter.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 14, 2017 6:00:07 GMT -8
The conversation wandered from pleasant land into the realm of uncomfortable questions.
"Well..." He began, shuffling in his seat into a more comfortable position. "I've been a lieutenant in the army, so I have a knack for commandeering, and..."
Who was he kidding. George stared deep into Duval's eyes, as he mentioned coin and adventure.
"Bullshit, Duval. You get a kick from this? Barely escaping with your life, facing those... things?" Those things...
Ruins. Ghoul. His arm a bloodied hunk of meat. Feet crushed by a trap. Darkness.
Before he realized, George was chugging the strong alcohol straight from the bottle. Blissfull oblivion.
He stopped right in time to hear the last question. "Why. I don't fucking know. Was drunk at the time! Heh. Haha. HAHAH!
AHAHAHAHAH!"
It seemed like the best joke in the world, at the time. His own life.
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Post by relentless on Aug 14, 2017 6:26:04 GMT -8
The conversation wandered from pleasant land into the realm of uncomfortable questions. "Well..." He began, shuffling in his seat into a more comfortable position. "I've been a lieutenant in the army, so I have a knack for commandeering, and..." Who was he kidding. George stared deep into Duval's eyes, as he mentioned coin and adventure. "Bullshit, Duval. You get a ki ck from this? Barely escaping with your life, facing those... things?" Those things... Ruins. Ghoul. His arm a bloodied hunk of meat. Feet crushed by a trap. Darkness. Before he realized, George was chugging the strong alcohol straight from the bottle. Blissfull oblivion. He stopped right in time to hear the last question. "Why. I don't fucking know. Was drunk at the time! Heh. Haha. HAHAH! AHAHAHAHAH!"
It seemed like the best joke in the world, at the time. His own life.
Duval merely watched wide eyed as the man broke down in drunken laughter right in front of him. He didn't really know what to say really, since the joke itself wasn't the best. Hell, even Suvals jokes were better, and he only used them to intentionally make people uncomfortable. Now this was just getting odd. "Hah! Ha ha.." Duval chuckled in an overexaggerated manner, trying to keep it genuine but to no avail. He cringed a little after, scratching the back of his head as he looked away, trying to replace the cringed expression with a smile. "Good one George.." Duval said in a deliberately sarcastic manner, though before he could retort, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turned back toward George in a sudden jovial manner. "So... Erm, want me to get us something to eat, besides a woman's sex, with our drinks?" Duval asked as he leaned into the table, picking up how glass and swirling it before he downed it in one. He'd need a lot more if he were to normalise George's alcoholism. |
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Aug 14, 2017 6:35:46 GMT -8
Ellie had fallen asleep quickly, not needing to think over the past like Courcy was. However, she had a series of small dreams to make up the fact of her quick sleep sadly.
First she was in the woods with Bigby, talking and laughing together. Before he disappeared without a trace, then reappearing dead in front of her mangled beyond recognition.
He left you alone after a day, he wasn't a friend.
Then she was in the guild hall, drinking coffee, with Francis. Everything was normal, until Francis fell down to the floor, choking on poisoned coffee.
You avenged him,You never will forget him will you?
Finally, she was at the makeshift tree fort with Rem relaxing, before he too disappeared. But this time the person did not come back.
You were merely a hassle, not worth his time.
Each dream was followed after a remark that was as if someone else was talking, for the moment, Ellie didn't believe it was herself. She twisted and turned on the bed, trying to shake off the dreams.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 14, 2017 8:32:56 GMT -8
If there was any sarcasm dripping from Duval's words, George did not notice. His laughing died down, eventually, but he was still in an inexplicably happy mood.
"Ah, yes. I'm starving right now! Good idea, friend!" He gave Duval a pat on the shoulder. His body swayed, full body weight put into the friendly gesture, which hit with the force of a battering ram. But at least his ass was firmly placed on the chair, preventing him from toppling.
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Post by relentless on Aug 14, 2017 8:44:29 GMT -8
The 'pat' hit Duval full force, making him wince and his body away a little as the impact shivered through his body. It hurt, definitely would leave a bruise afterwards, but he didn't want to make a fuss out of it. Instead, he shrugged it off, rolling his shoulder his he clicked his tongue again, followed by a smile.
"Aye, that's my Georgie."
Duval says as he looks around and gestures toward a barmaid at the far end of the bar, who raised a single finger to him, gesturing for him to wait.
'Ugh... he better not cockblock me if something happens...'
Duval thought internally, grimacing, since George was now sporadic in his actions and hard to pin down. Though it would be best to watch his wording from now on in hopes of not getting a fist of drunken might thrown at him.
"Say, you know any good jobs round 'ere? Although I said expeditions can be very profitable,
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Post by hopper on Aug 14, 2017 8:45:09 GMT -8
(Whoops! Wrong thread, my bad!)
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Post by relentless on Aug 14, 2017 8:45:44 GMT -8
The 'pat' hit Duval full force, making him wince and his body away a little as the impact shivered through his body. It hurt, definitely would leave a bruise afterwards, but he didn't want to make a fuss out of it. Instead, he shrugged it off, rolling his shoulder his he clicked his tongue again, followed by a smile.
"Aye, that's my Georgie."
Duval says as he looks around and gestures toward a barmaid at the far end of the bar, who raised a single finger to him, gesturing for him to wait.
'Ugh... he better not cockblock me if something happens...'
Duval thought internally, grimacing, since George was now sporadic in his actions and hard to pin down. Though it would be best to watch his wording from now on in hopes of not getting a fist of drunken might thrown at him.
"Say, you know any good jobs round 'ere? Although I said expeditions can be very profitable, Id rather earn the rest of me' gold so I can get out of this shithole safe and sound."
Duval inquired to the drunk Warden, expecting to get a half assed answer.
Or get his jaw broke. Who knew at this point.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 14, 2017 10:04:15 GMT -8
"Safe job, eh? Change of heart?" George teased, placing his hand on the table to support himself as he began thinking on the issue. "Hmmm... Might have something like that, aye. Say, how good are you with that... uh... devilish weaponry. Pistols, muskets 'n shit." He inquired with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by lightningfast on Aug 14, 2017 12:02:51 GMT -8
The formidable Hellion woman entered the tavern, irritated from her encounter with the other woman. Katja stepped to the side, allowing her companions to step inside. Wow, the tavern was full of souls, all doing their own thing. How... quaint. Her lip was curled up in a half-snarl, why would so many people cram into the building? It was beyond her. Fen stepped in with Mordecai, not wanting to be alone with Katja. She frightened the younger woman terribly. "So, ehrm... interesting group of people this Hamlet attracts, eh?" Mordecai says to Fen, "What's say we get some grub?" |
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Post by stealthclaw on Aug 14, 2017 12:51:57 GMT -8
The younger doctor looked over, nodding and trying not to bump him with the beak of her mask. The atmosphere within the Tavern had become more rowdy since they were inside last, much to Fen's discomfort. All of these strangers, going about their business loudly or not made her uncomfortable. Surely nothing bad would happen? She was acutely aware of the looming Hellion nearby, looking around at the multitude of people within. Katja seemed just as displeased, but why was she so tense?
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Post by relentless on Aug 14, 2017 14:17:57 GMT -8
"Safe job, eh? Change of heart?" George teased, placing his hand on the table to support himself as he began thinking on the issue. "Hmmm... Might have something like that, aye. Say, how good are you with that... uh... devilish weaponry. Pistols, muskets 'n shit." He inquired with a raised eyebrow. Duval raised his eyebrow for a moment at the prospect, and paused for a brief moment as he mulled over the thoughts. Soon after, a cocky smirk shot up on his face, and he stood up slowly from his chair with his flintlock holster strapped against his suit vest. "One shot." Duval says as he whips out his flintlock from his holster, his finger dancing toward the trigger ring and spinning it around his index finger quickly. A quicklwjhirl sound could be heard by George as Duval performed his stunt. He then allowed the flintlock to release from his finger and caught it with his other, snaking his finger through the trigger ring and spinning it again with the same skilful pistol flourish. "Hammer and strike mechanism to ignite the gunpowder in the combustion chamber." Duval continued, suddenly flicking the hand backwards that was spinning the flintlock, the flintlock pistol being released and passing over his right shoulder, only for him to catch it without looking on the grip with his right hand before continuing to flourish it quick. He then gave it another toss, this time to his left from behind, and caught it yet again, continuing to spin it with a fancy twirl of his wrist. Finally, he would flick the flintlock pistol under his right forearm, the pistol twirling in the air before he caught it as it fell to his hip, pointing it at George briefly before he twirled it back into his hip holster, planting it inside before sitting g back down as if nothing happened. It would appear that throughout this spectacle, he had some people watching him. Whether that were people of note, that was for them to decide. "Annnd they're not that good as crossbows. Pack a punch though!" Duval chuckled as he took out a roll up and a match, striking it against the wood grain and causing a small flame to erupt from the sulphur, before he lit the roll up I. His mouth and gave it a puff. "Long story short; Yes. I know a lot about firearms." Duval says as he leans back into his booth, raising his eyebrows twice at George with a hum to follow. |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 14, 2017 17:36:21 GMT -8
Ponytail trotted in and gave a glance about the scenery of this watering hole, as if to scry who, and what types of fauna, frequented the bar. There was no short supply of interesting characters; this was immediately clear, what with the locals with their instruments and scarves and beads who passed him by on their way out. He noted others, who strapped pieces of metal to themselves in the name of defense. With some interest, he noted a fellow bearing a gun in his own alcove; these types, he knew, were equally as likely to blast a shot of lead into him as they were to be conversational.
After so long away, the environments characteristic of his childhood home were foreign to him.
"Ah... the barkeep--" He gleefully nudged Mordecai and with a wide grin, gave a small gesture to Hook as he already made long strides to the bar.
"He has a hook! We are about to make some very interesting friends here, I can tell."
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Post by black379 on Aug 14, 2017 19:00:53 GMT -8
Courcy's dreams vanished quickly as her mind stirred. Her eyes still shut, she felt strangely cozy in the bed. The redhead felt another body lying next to her, and shifted closer for warmth. She awaited to be embraced by Fenrik's thick arms. Wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist, she nestled up beside her.
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Post by lightningfast on Aug 14, 2017 19:15:46 GMT -8
"Don't worry about her," Mordecai says as he gives Fen a pat on the shoulder, "She'll act how she does."
At Ponytail's arrival, Mordecai smiles. Quite frankly, he preferred the hunter's company to that of the barbarian. "Aye, we've met him already," Mordecai says happily, placing another two silver coins on the counter. "A bit of food for my apprentice and I?" He pauses, then places two more down next to them. "And another pitcher of ale for the three of us. A welcoming gift of sorts. To all of us."
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