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Post by relentless on Mar 25, 2018 14:25:26 GMT -8
Duval was momentarily in awe at the sudden turn of events. Tillys expression lighting up, Flynn coming up out of the blue and...
The realisation hit him, but not as hard as it hit his eyes and his nose. Almost immediately did he feel the wine he drank thirty minutes ago surge up, and stomach acids curdling at the sight.
"Woahwoah-fuck!"
Duval backpedalled, almost losing his footing before he felt a sickly pressure build up in his stomach. His cheeks seemed to bloat, if only for a moment, before he spat out a mean stream of stomach acid that was coloured a partial crimson from consuming red wine, spitting it out as if he had chewed tobacco. Quickly would he come back to his senses, pulling up his bandana over his nose and ears.
"YAH! You can-say *cough* that again!"
Duval burped and coughed as his stomach began to settle down, his hand raising itself up to block Roard from his line of sight as if he were blocking the sunlight. From behind, there was a harsh scowl.
"Perhaps you should use more linen mate! Light on a horse, have you got any decency?! Walking around looking like a fat German Noble pushing up daisies for a bit too long... what a doozey..."
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Post by Kidney on Mar 25, 2018 14:48:23 GMT -8
Oh no.
Roard stood in awe. With a loud slam, his blade fell backwards, and the entire thing smacked into dirt before he took a step back, nearly tripping on it. He raised his hands up, in surrender, despite being a literal giant. His eyes scanned the two, but the leper couldn't see anything. Something warbled his vision, and with a softer part, of his arm, he wiped his eyes.
He nodded, a frown evident on his soft face, and tears welling up in dry eyes. He blinked hard, opening them again. "I-I am so sorry, I hadn't realized..."
He looked around, staring at himself, taking in a breath, before returning to his defeated position. "I promise, I am no noble. My name is Roard, I mean you no harm. I promise!"
He seemed urgent, pleading, the rotting colossus holding a hand to his face, covering all but the upper half of his face.
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Post by Boo Ghostie on Mar 25, 2018 14:55:59 GMT -8
Flynn let out a sigh as his hand pressed up against his visor. His other hand rummaging through his rucksack so he may retrieve his hip-flask. If he were to deal with people again, might as well be a little bit tipsy. He raised the flask up to his lips for a swig, only to find the scent of whiskey and disappointment. The lad eyed the spout of his flask before turning it over only to pour nothing out.
He grumbled to himself as he turned his attention towards the three, "Bloody 'ell. Ye' lot look like ye' never seen a poor bloke in yer' lives."
Flynn's attention now diverted to Roard, pointing his hip flask towards the bumbling aberration, "Now chin up, boyo. 'Is place is full o' crooks n' freaks. Ye' 'ave no reason ta' be self conscious at 'is point. I've already got ta' deal wif' me best mate whose jus' as self-destructive."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 15:03:56 GMT -8
Tilly held her wrist up to her mouth, so as to wipe it. She had her eyes averted, and her face was flush with embarrassment.
She was making the cripple cry. Glorious.
"S-sorry! Er, you're not-- I'm just a touch unwell. It's not you--"
It was definitely him.
She made to beat a hasty retreat, and she jerked her thumb to the abbey as she felt her gut tighten again.
"I'm gonna go-- yeah."
Tilly screwed her hat further down onto her head in shame and fled for the abbey.
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Post by relentless on Mar 25, 2018 15:11:27 GMT -8
Oh bollocks. The leper was pleading. Awkward...
Duval cringed awkwardly beneath his bandana, before coughing.
"Oh blimey looks like I've come down with a cold! I'll just... go pray it away. I guess?"
Duval quickly said with an awkward chuckle, walking away fast toward the Abbey, before he stopped momentarily and turned to face them.
"...It's not worry. Just gave us a fright. Just... be more careful will you?"
Duval said, and without another moment he turned to flee, walking behind Tilly.
He eventually caught up with her, hissing out of displeasure of that situation.
"That was.... awkward. Don't think I'm gonna have a pint with George tonight..."
Duval chuckled, running his hand behind his head as he looked up to the Abbey.
"I need a wash more than anything else, least after that. You don't think we're... y'know, gonna be like him now?"
Duval piped up in a nervous manner, rather put on edge by the thought he may also turn into 'spoiled meat' after that whole scene.
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Post by Kidney on Mar 25, 2018 15:20:57 GMT -8
A fleeing pair, a boiling stomach. A sorrowful giant.
Roard simply stood, arms falling to the sides. He watched them both go, his high perch giving him a look at their retreat.
He simply watched.
He looked around, staring at the man still standing near him. He raised a hand to his mouth, wiping the spit from it slowly, reaching down to hold the mighty blade with both hands, holding it against his chest. He took it up, with a groan placing it onto his shoulder again. He stared towards what appeared to be a board, "They put the bounties to volunteer for over there?"
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Post by Boo Ghostie on Mar 25, 2018 15:51:50 GMT -8
Flynn just sighed in disappointment at the two running away. Himself now deciding to put his personal quest on hiatus for the time being, for the urge to drink had begun anew. He waved off the two as they fled, whilst he began to walk away from the leper in the direction of the tavern.
"Ye', jus' keep yer' eyes peeled until ye' find somethin' that catches yer' fancy." The bounty hunter let out in response, not even taking the time to look at Roard as his hand waved him off as well. For he had an appointment with a tall pint of whatever swill was available.
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Post by Kidney on Mar 25, 2018 16:18:50 GMT -8
A wave. A boiling rage.Roard nodded, with a small, meek smile, he spoke. "Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to speak."He waved back as the bounty hunter did as well, casting his eyes down before he walked over to the board. He stared upon it, tracing a gloved finger onto a paper newly hammered onto the soft wood. He nodded, he liked the sound of this. He had trekked through these woods, rode through them. He didn't seem scared, at least not made that way by the dangers of the Weald. Written upon it, in harsh letters and curt speech, a contract.AcquisitionUpon the completion of this contract, in the collection of three healthy samples of Blue Mushroom from a recently opened tunnel within the Weald.
Next was a small map, showing about a day's travel to a marked spot, a small symbol of a hole to symbolize the "Tunnel".
A team of four must progress into the tunnel, and in any way possible, harvest samples of what is simply called "Blue Mushroom". These have only been found growing on strange crucifixes, on whatever flesh is clinging to them. Find these crucifixes, destroy them, and harvest the Blue Mushroom.
Next, a small sketch of what appeared to be a crucified person, and small circled areas where the mushrooms would commonly grow.
Should the team bring these samples to Doctor Norman Olidon, commonly found at the Sanitarium, a large sum of gold and certificates for any possible weapon and armor repair required, as well as free treatment for any diseases that may be acquired during the expedition will be given. (Only one member of the team is required to receive the reward, but you must have evidence that you took part.)
Roard seemed okay with this, a team of four? Easy to make. .
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 25, 2018 16:48:26 GMT -8
Duval extended his arm and stuck it out of the open door, before he slipped in with a pleasant smile and wink to boot. "'Ello ello ello! Nice to see yah again Lekky!" Duval announced with a jolly tone, seemingly masking his mild grief about making the cripple sob. He looked around the place, nodding with approval. "I say! You don't go half measures when it comes to lookin' after the place. Must be us two making it look nicer! Hah!" Duval chuckled, nodding at him apologetically. "My apologies, where are my manners. Would you like me to step outside whilst you catch up with Till?" "Great, great, wonderful-- you can stay, by-the-by! I won't be out..." Tilly sighed, bowing her head. She latched her hand onto his and lead the way hurriedly out of the bathhouse with Lekalis in tow. She wasn't able to help it much. Her eyes were wet and streaming, and she was pawing at them with her free hand in total and complete shame. "...that long at all." She sniffed, and departed in full. /Lekalis arriving from The Abbey/ With barely a moment to exchange "Hello's", Lekalis was mercilessly tugged along by the arm by Tilly. Not entirely unconsensual, as he let the world around him pass into a blur with Tilly as the only thing in focus for the moment. Particularly her tears... Which wasn't particularly a good sign, considering the last he'd seen her crying, and his own involvement in the ordeal. The world had become utterly surreal for the moment, as if he'd returned to another Hamlet entirely. The only comfort he had was the same ceaseless, oppressive grey aura of the Hamlet air as he broke out into the streets and forced Tilly to pause at last; he stole her away to the shadow of a buttress beside the Abbey's immense door for some privacy. A hand on her shoulder, he forced her to look at his dead-set features; his inkish eyes boring into hers, "What's wrong..." |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 16:54:49 GMT -8
Tilly took little time to begin to explain, voice warbled and shaky. She leaned against the wall a tad.
"I was talking to some fellow because I thought I heard him say something-- I think he's got feelings for my friend, Grace-- and then more people started showing up. But then--" She paused to sniff and rub at her eyes before continuing, "--This man came up, and he looked so awful. He had holes in his face, a-and his nose had rotted off, and his eyes were red, and he smelled like the Weald gone sour..."
She took a shaky breath.
"I was sick in front of everyone. Everyone saw it! A-and-- and! I tried to leave to go die in my own shame, but that man was going in the same direction as me."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 25, 2018 17:00:32 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With the words spilling out like water, things clarified a touch enough for him to smile in earnest as he chuckled carefully, quietly, as he glanced over his shoulder to the expansive courtyard with some dignity before tending to Tilly proper; he reached out and wiped away her tears with his sweetly scented hands before he relaxed them around his waist.
"... That certainly explains the bad breath and gunk on your toes." He teased, with a wry smile before he quickly moved forward and rubbed her shoulders with due affection,
"Alright, here, here... I doubt folk noticed. Sounds like that bleeding fellow was quite the looker then, eh?" He chuckled and patted her shoulder, though he kept a careful distance from her still.
"If you're looking to die in your own shame... Maybe try the river?" He half-japed with a casual shrug and sincere glance off behind her,
"I reckon our old shame there's done and washed away by now, don't you?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 17:06:53 GMT -8
Tilly's eyes widened and she looked down at her own hands in sheer alarm. She toed the ground and made to cleanse the boots through scraping.
"--It's not too bad, is it? Gods--!"
She pulled her hat down on her head, and took some shaking breaths. "I made him cry! He knew i-it was about him. I made a sick man cry." She buried her eyes into her palms, as though to hide away from the world through them.
"I need a wash." She conceded, though she did not return from her world of palms. "I never want to go to the square again."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 25, 2018 17:13:11 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With that, the Ex-Lord belted out a few barks of laughter and pulled himself to Tilly for a small hug, before pushing himself away and tilting his head to one side and under her hat to spy at her face with a teasing gaze,
"It's alright Tilly! T'is not your fault or anyone's to react like that to such malicious ailments. Only natural, really." He chuckled and shook his head, squeezing her shoulder and humming.
"I'm sure we can ply our way through the alleys just fine for a little while, in either case..." He mused, arcing his head up before gingerly letting it go back down to tend to Tilly.
"... You alright to go?" He asked in a ditsy tone, making to guide her out of the shadows like a pup into light.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 17:21:59 GMT -8
Tilly nodded, with another deep inhale and sniffle of the nose.
She was unhappy.
"Y-yeah..."
She followed along and wiped at her wet eyes, shoulders scrunched, as if in fear that someone would spot her and out her as the vile woman who made a lonely, crippled man cry.
The thought alone made her throat tighten up.
"It was in front of the whole square." She repeated, pointlessly, hands retreating back into her pockets. "Why'd he have to go in the same direction as me? Why...?"
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Post by black379 on Mar 25, 2018 21:11:23 GMT -8
"Umm..." Courcy rubbed her bicep and offered the jester an exaggerated shrug. She didn't want to insult Hugo, but it was plain on her face that she wasn't in the particular mood to be sung to, even as fanciful as his songs were.
"It was lovely, really..." The ginger craned her neck to look toward the tavern, and then the other direction to the guild hall, as if something was bound to happen here or there.
"But I'm waiting for someone. I think they'll show soon." She mumbled the excuse and ducked her head somewhat. She felt a little guilty - if he was asking, it must have been often that people sent the musician away. It was made more awkward in that she was genuinely waiting. If Hugo stuck around despite her request, she wasn't about to chase him off.
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