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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:34:03 GMT -8
Florence leaned into the door, holding out her hand to signal for Lekalis to halt, as though he had not already done so.
Her head quickly jerked from left, to right, to left again, scanning the room for any more bold Gunsches.
There were no wild false-doctors to be seen, so, satisfied, Florence entered into the room.
"I remember important information, such as my studies. My notes as well-- it is important to me to memorize all the information that I am able in the event that I lose my notes, so that I might recollect them. It strengthens the mind, as well, to devote information both to writing and to memory."
She turned around to watch Lekalis enter the room.
"You have asked many questions, but neglected to answer many of my own."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:38:41 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"So I have..." He admitted, smiling with some defeat as he entered the room and locked the door behind him. Even if such measures seemed utterly pointless with the stoutness of knightly legs.
He breathed in and... felt at home. It was bizarre... Even as he felt his satchel weigh heavy with the writ of his tract of land. He felt at home, here... The bed as it were, pluffery covered by a simple linen, with a blanket or two strewn atop and an array of pillows. The table set by the window, the two chairs... A few smaller pieces of furniture of nostalgic value.
He breathed deeply, and sadly as he made his way to the table by the window.
"... What questions do you wish to ask of me?" He inquired as he set down the steak and wine, undoing the clasps of his cloak to lay upon one of the chairs he scooted out; beckoning Florence to take a seat.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:43:03 GMT -8
Florence watched him beckon towards the chair.
Initially, she assumed that he was claiming it as his own by way of draping his cloak over it. Even when he beckoned forward for her to claim the chair, Florence hesitated and took a moment to read the signal.
And then she stepped forward and claimed the chair. She sat on it and seemed to get comfortable instantly, though she still sat rigidly, and her hands were folded neatly together on the table.
"You have not answered my question on your other ailments, besides boredom."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:46:25 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ah... Right." He chuckled as he cocked his head to the side, his features drew close, sombering as he took another breath and sighed. He moved his fingers gracefully to the edges of her hood and made to pull it back. He leant forward to peer into her lens.
"I will admit; I use the term partly in jest, and otherwise in a more philosophical... Whimsy." He smirked kindly for a moment as he tucked his fingers into her hair and sighed.
He rested his chin on her scalp for a moment.
"May I remove your mask?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:48:23 GMT -8
"Yes. You may."
Florence waited patiently for him to proceed as she stared forward.
She made a more conscious effort to keep still.
"You must inform me if you acquire new ailments."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 18:51:18 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He nodded dutifully as he pulled away, Florence's hood falling about her shoulders in kind as he saw to working on her straps; straps he'd made, the leather still strong, though he noted the smallest of wear from being in pungent places with acrid aromas in the way it subtly peeled along its edges.
The metal looked good, though.
"I will, Crowgazer..." He cocked his head to one side as he worked, the straps falling away with ease though he held her mask fast; the straps clenched between his fingers, he leant forward to peer into her lens.
"... Do you want to remove your mask?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 18:59:31 GMT -8
"I do not have a strong opinion one way or the other." Florence answered simply, still as stiff as a board where she sat.
Though, her eyes still followed his hands and his eyes as best she could.
"This is a relatively clean and sanitary environment.
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Post by black379 on Apr 4, 2018 19:44:27 GMT -8
"It's my fault they died." Courcy reiterated, shaking her head, though not enough to shirk Tilly's hands from her hair. She knew she couldn't elaborate any more without further upsetting herself. It would be all the more shameful to cry in the middle of the crowded room.
The hellion reeled back just enough to look Tilly in the face. Her eyes were sunken and reddish, but only glossy with tears instead of streaming with them. She wasn't sure what her friend was suggesting - all her efforts, good and bad, seemed to end poorly. She was hungry, broke, and loveless.
"What do I do?" Courcy's hung head found rest on Tilly's shoulder again. "I just want what you have."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 20:15:55 GMT -8
"See, the point of repentance is to change what you've doing before." Explained Tilly, as though she had a clue; truthfully, it was more the blind leading the blind.
She reckoned if she followed any of her own advice, she wouldn't be where she was now...
"So... y'know, try not to get other folks killed, make friends with nicer men. Treat yourself the way you want others to treat you. Maybe show less skin? It leaves a little mystery and makes you stick in a man's head a little more..." She chuckled good-naturedly and tapped at the woman's collar.
"No matter what you've done, it doesn't make you a worse person now."
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Post by black379 on Apr 5, 2018 12:57:05 GMT -8
"I didn't try to be like this. I never wanted them to die." Courcy snapped defensively, followed by sorry sniffling. Part of her rejected Tilly's simple answer. How could she forgive herself, even if everyone else did? Where were nice men in a place like this? Would anyone even measure up to what she had lost?
But no matter how hard she wished, there was nothing to repeal the past. After failing so many times, she was exhausted of picking herself up again. More than any kind of hope, it was purposeless stubbornness that kept her alive.
"Can I stay with you?" She muttered before peeling herself away from the woman's neck. "I don't have a bed. Or money... or clothes..." The redhead rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. She knew the request was steep and her eyes avoided meeting Tilly's, so she wouldn't have to see the life sapped from her when she was rejected.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 5, 2018 13:10:39 GMT -8
Tilly seemed to brush off the outburst with an easy shrug, "Then you're already on the right track."
But then the next prospect of a friend staying with her excited her-- even despite the awkwardness of sharing a room with soon-to-be newly-weds.
Truth be told, she was dreading the idea of having to return to that shack alone.
She nodded, enthusiastic, "We've bought a cute shack just behind the tavern, but we're going to be working on building it up to a shop. Long as you don't mind sharing a bed with me and Lekalis for a couple nights 'til we can get some other rooms built. You could help us build, even!"
Tilly shifted away from her, only momentarily, and unclasped the green-and-orange cloak from her shoulders and draped it around Courcy.
"--And there's clothes; the first bit, for now. We'll get you looking fine and dandy soon enough."
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Post by black379 on Apr 5, 2018 13:52:40 GMT -8
Her eyes brightened a tinge, glistening with the remnants of her tears. She must have been an unwelcome third in Blood and Tilly's coupling, but she wouldn't neglect the offer. A bitter thought flashed through her mind. Of course they already had land - a place to build a home. Her friend had it made and Courcy was begging for scraps.
As the cloak was swathed about her shoulders, the ginger gave an apologetic glance. She pulled it tight at her chest, cozying up in the wrap.
"Really..? I can?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 5, 2018 13:56:39 GMT -8
"We'd just bought it! We could always use an extra, helping hand."
Her heart soared, and she hastily got to her feet up off the chair. Almost bouncing on her heels, she reached with equal measures of care and elation for the soup, holding it close to her to avoid any wasteful spills.
Tilly supposed she could explain it to Lekalis when the time came.
She motioned towards the tavern's exit.
"Let's go check it out!"
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Post by black379 on Apr 5, 2018 14:13:44 GMT -8
She wasn't so much delighted as relieved. Her worry shifted from surviving another miserable day, to now being indebted to someone else. Courcy had no way to repay the kindness, besides building up their home. She wondered if every nail would cause another pang of jealousy.
Courcy hopped from her stool and stuck close to Tilly's side, like a stray dog she had just fed.
"I've never been to a wedding..."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 5, 2018 14:19:37 GMT -8
"Really?" Tilly cast her, over her shoulder, a look of mild surprise before continuing on to dance all the way to the door. "Count yourself lucky. All weddings are dreadfully boring."
She chuckled and pushed it open with her free hand, the other safely cradling the soup.
Her back propped it open and she motioned for Courcy to exit first.
With a wink, she added, "'Cept mine, of course-- it'll be a criminal amount of fun."
[Proceed to misc buildings? :^D]
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