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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 4:31:18 GMT -8
Clance reacted normally, sipping his wine again, smirking.
"Well, now that we are acquainted...Hmm, I frankly don't know. DRINKS!"
Clance waved the same wench down, throwing a coin or two at her for a glass of wine for Nicholas.
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 20, 2017 4:48:53 GMT -8
"You know what, it's better off for both of us that you don't answer that question", shrugged the soldier as he took the glass of wine handed to him by the same woman who had served Clance a minute before. Taking a sip from the drink after setting his pipe down, and put the glass down and took his time to enjoy the taste.
"Not as bad as their usual product, although not good either." With that, he drummed his fingers onto the table, shaking his head.
"That about sums up this entire Hamlet."
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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 4:51:08 GMT -8
Clance took another drink from his wine, "Hmm, I think I can agree with you."
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Post by black379 on Jul 20, 2017 6:03:58 GMT -8
Courcy didn't at first realize she was being spoken to, she was so eagerly transfixed awaiting Blood and Tilly's appearance. She was leaned forward on the table, shoulders slouched. As Adonis lingered, she spared him a glance and recognized him.
"Oh. Yeah. Didn't see enough of me?"
The redhead answered distantly, not looking him in the face. It was difficult enough to tell anyone's intentions when they weren't hiding in a mask, so Courcy didn't bother. She scoffed at the idea that she was a 'lady'.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 20, 2017 6:32:46 GMT -8
"I think I saw enough, I didn't come to talk with you right now just because of your figure. I was more inclined to talk so that I might acquainted with more trustworthy looking people. Not to mention I don't trust any of the others in here, as I don't see you as someone who would gut me just because I look rich. Nevertheless, you seem a bit.... Preoccupied in thought persay, is something troubling you?" Adonis asked, not really minding her downtrodden attitude surprisingly.
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Post by black379 on Jul 20, 2017 12:24:45 GMT -8
"Not 'just' huh?" The hellion sighed and slumped back in her chair. She half-assed a gesture offering Adonis the seat next to her. Feeling the need to do something, a talk with a stranger was as good as anything else.
"You ought to trust them."
Courcy straightened up, and propped her arm on the back of the char. Weariness mingled with the blue of her eyes while she looked him up. She ignored his question about her preoccupation
"You ought to trust what they say about me."
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 20, 2017 14:20:23 GMT -8
Adonis visibly flinched but it wasn't because of her. He had just realized his mistake and sought to fix It quickly. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to say 'just', excuse my slip." He took a seat, giving Courcy space still as he placed his bag carefully on the floor.
He raised his eyebrow when she spoke about trusting M what they say about her. In all fairness because he was new he didn't yet know what Courcy had endured or done. "I try to block them out as well... And sorry to say I'm new here as well. What do they say about you?" He asked, letting his hands rest on his lap as he sat cross legged.
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Post by TheSilentRevenant on Jul 20, 2017 14:39:58 GMT -8
Sebastian nods, pulling his hood up and exits the room, locking the door behind him. He then softly walks down the stairs and exits out of the front of the tavern out onto the streets.
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Post by righteouscrusader on Jul 20, 2017 19:20:37 GMT -8
"Cheers," Tybalt says and gulps down his drink. The rush of alcohol filled his belly. He belches and says, "Pardon me." Tybalt scratches his chin and then says, "I do not have an answer for that, perhaps ask him yourself."
Hook grunts as if in acknowledgment and heads towards the far end of the bar to deal with more customers.
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 21, 2017 7:49:11 GMT -8
"You didn't answer my question, though", he said as he took a long gulp out of the drink, the man obviously not used to enjoying a drink like a more refined person would. He wiped some of if off of his mustache, before leaning forward, his hands and elbows onto the table. "Coin, faith, or redemption?" the soldier said, repeating his inquiry from before.
As he spoke, Nicholas winced slightly, remembering why he even was here in the first place.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 21, 2017 8:15:20 GMT -8
There was a time when Clance would have been certain about his purpose for being anywhere. Doing anything.
There was a time when Clance had no problem telling others his life was predetermined around the gathering and keeping the gold this world so affectionately cherished. There was a time.
Clance's face turned dour at this time, the natural sneer creeping it's way across his face like it's own decrepit muscle memory. He scratched his stubble again, a common practice to distract fear and nervousness, then again, no one could have known, right? \
He looked up at him.
"I don't know."
It was a simple answer, why was it so hard to say? Why was it so hard to say?
"I don't have anything else to do."
He chuckled, but it returned to a silent look. The thousand yard stare, and the broken teeth. It all seemed to be the opposite of the voice like honey that escaped the man now downing the last of the wine from his ceramic cup.
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Post by black379 on Jul 21, 2017 14:37:35 GMT -8
Courcy's attention was drawn away from the door, so she didn't notice Tilly enter. She stooped forward almost across the table, her grim face approaching Adonis'. The hellion's eyes were cold, and she scraped her nails on the table in front of the man.
"They say I'm cursed. They say I love to fuck demons, and beasts."
She growled and gritted her teeth, eyeing him like prey, if for no reason than to coax a reaction from him.
"And then I kill my lovers."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 21, 2017 15:23:02 GMT -8
A woman walked in, rail-thin and sticklike in all her bounciness: she walked with her hands in her pockets-- or, rather, two pouches on a patchwork coat veritably made of pockets-- and a spring in her step. She had drying, blonde hair strewn over one shoulder, ruffled and dissheveled, what with the sleeve tucked into her tall gloves, which had holes where the fabric for the fingers were meant to be.
All in all, Tilly was nigh scarecrow-like in appearance, if not for the cheery half-smile on her face. She toyed with a button, one of last on the series drawn down her leather jerkin, that lay just above her belt. She felt oddly whole, fulfilled, though she figured that was simply a lingering joy from that ex-lords presence.
Giving a glance around, she spied Courcy and gave her a jubilant wave, long fingers waving in the air despite her apparent engrossment in conversation with a rather dour-looking individual.
"Courcy!" She called to her, and trotted in her direction all the same...
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 21, 2017 15:29:22 GMT -8
"Guess you'll discover that in the dungeons soon enough", said the soldier with a huff as he went back into a more relaxed stance, bringing the pipe back to his mouth, squinting his eye as he looked around him. The Tavern was a strange, strange place; to anyone who had recently arrived, it would be a decrepit place, where the alcohol was terrible and the services below average; but to the weary inhabitants of the Hamlet, it was a place of solace, although momentary; it offered them escape from their grim lives, especially the mercenary's. No matter how dim, it was a light shining in darkness.
"We are at the edge of the world, you and I", he said gravely as the Tavern's door opened and a woman entered. He raised an eyebrow, surprised to see someone so ecstatic in such a place. "This place is not right. Accessing it is a challenge in itself, and staying alive here is another. An everlasting nightmare we can only wish to see ended." With that, he moved his pipe as he smoked silently.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 21, 2017 15:39:22 GMT -8
Clance's instincts from months long past kicked in, a wave of panic set in for only a moment.
His legs tapped a few times in succession before pulling him up centimeters from his chair before he got a hold of himself.
The idea of dying here scared him, as was now obvious to those standing nearby. He shook his head, another strangely mechanical sounding growl of self humiliation pushed out of him. He went to take another drink of wine, but as the rim of his mothers cup hit his lips, he realized he had drained it. I already spent too much on alcohol. No more.
He looked down again, tying the leather thong through the small hole in the rim of the cup, fastening it to his waist. He licked his top teeth, smearing or cleaning off the ceramic dust in the wine that made it's way to his mouth, as well as wiping away the red stain setting in from the noticeably older wine.
"Sounds like a proper end to a mercenary."
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