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Post by Kidney on Apr 3, 2018 12:55:19 GMT -8
Roard changed his demeanor. He turned down to the man, his eyes soft, but stern at the same time. He continued walking and did not respond to the man's speech, readjusting his blade. The flat of the blade falling onto the shoulder, shifting enough to hang over the knight like razor sharp shade.
He approached the Abbey doors but did not attempt to go much further, and before he entered, he spoke a single phrase. "I have found that even if I try, I am hard to kill."
He walked, and entered The Abbey.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 11:12:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ "Y-yes but... Why do you want to see me thrive?" He insisted, pressing on and quickly to Florence's side, trotting down and constantly vying for her attentions, inbetween taking the Abbey steps down to the muddy ground. His persistence amplified enough, his yearning high enough, that he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Not enough to stop her but he squeezed her gently to, desperately perhaps, get her attentions... \\ The mask pointed forward, but the Crowgazer's eyes, behind their lenses, flicked back to the hand that held her arm. She simply held it there. The arm did not twitch or flinch or move, otherwise, as she maintained her pace. Though, the other arm shifted some to better accommodate the box of organs. "You are a good person with much potential. It pleases me to see good people do well." She said simply, and then shrugged: a small up-and-down motion of her shoulders, and nothing more. "And you are dear to me." |
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 12:29:10 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The words, the small glance would have to be enough he supposed, as he held that gaze for a time... Gauging its sincerity, gauging if he believed it. With an almost hesitant scoff, he smiled and shook his head of whatever malice had been holding his head like a vice.
"I see." He replied just as simple as he looked down at her arm with a more scrutinizing gaze; eyeing its wrinkles and folds, judgement plain in his inky eyes.
"You didn't use the soaps..?" He asked with a humm, quirking a frowning smirk over his lips,
"... Or at least not very well." He chuckled with a sigh as he began to weave his way through familiar alleyways towards the back-alley entrance to the Tavern...
"... What's on your mind?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 16:08:47 GMT -8
"No. I simply wished to sanitize my clothing." Florence rose both elbows momentarily, as if to demonstrate, before quickly resuming their normal position, holding that box.
She shifted some to hoist it back onto her hip, where it had slipped.
Florence thought on his next words.
"I have not much concerning me currently. Except that it would have been more efficient to travel across the town square than around it."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 16:17:45 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He paused a few meters from the Brothel entrance to the Tavern, nearby an emptied barrel. He checked the lid of it and made to take the box of gore from Florence.
"Ah, fair point..." Lekalis mused glancing over his shoulder to the entrance of the Alley suspiciously, before looking back to Florence, cocking his head to one side.
"... Let me cover the box, if you would; I don't think the Brothel will take kindly to fetid meat." He smirked and nodded as he looked off to the door, then to Florence.
"How'd you like to have some steak and wine tonight?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 16:31:20 GMT -8
Florence happily returned the box to Lekalis, though it spurned some confusion from the doctor; she had previously thought that Lekalis was more thrilled by the organs than she was, but here he was, readying to throw the meat out into a barrel.
"I recommend against buying a whore, as they are a vector for many diseases. If you are still involved with Tilly, you may safely engage in coition with her, as it will not damage the relationship."
She took a step back away from the door.
"I also will not be able to join you, as I am banned from the brothel. We must have steak and wine elsewhere."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 16:36:23 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Banned from the Brothel..?", he repeated incredibly; his brow raised then... he chuckled. Of course she was.
"... I didn't mean to eat there, we'll just be passing through Florence." Lekalis clucked his tongue and cocked his head to the side, pulling the crate of meat into the veil of his cloak.
With his brow risen, he leant forward and spoke quietly,
"Did they see your face? Or did you keep your mask on?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 16:39:47 GMT -8
Florence stiffened with indignation and some small vestige of scholarly pride.
"I would never enter the brothel without adequate protective gear. I recommend that you do the same, if you must enter the brothel." She shook her beaked head.
"Let us find another way around."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 16:43:02 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He squinted into Florence's lens, a catty smile playing over his lips before jerking his head off to the side. He was surprised; she hadn't directly said 'yes' or 'no' for once, he couldn't help but feel a bit proud.
"Adequate protective gear..?" He mused with a innuendo in mind, before he shrugged;
"... We'll find another way around if you tell me why you're so banned from the Brothel." He proposed the trade with a small giggle as he drummed his fingers on the box and squinted at Florence's mask with a playful intent.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 16:55:32 GMT -8
"They are simply uneducated fools. I was instructed never to return, and then they beat me with a broom and chased me outside." Florence wheeled around on her feet in short, rapid steps, as though one had to manually push her about for her to turn.
"It is no matter. That is a foul place." She pointed forwards. "Unless you wish not to consume steak with me, then we have no choice but to find a way around. Through the tavern is a healthier, more popular entrance."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 17:04:22 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He watched Florence turn like a a gear in a clock with some mild amusement, rather impressed by her show of emotion in the moment as Lekalis sighed and nodded, taking her side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"Fair, fair... Though I've a mind to ask you again on the matter when we've gotten that meat and wine." Lekalis purred with a small laugh that became trepidatious... He cleared his throat and bowed his head, his smile fading as he hesitantly pulled his hand down her back and back to his person. He was yet betrothed already, sworn to another... Yet it was so easy to indulge still.
The thoughts pained his mind as he looked down to his feet as he took the first step forward and away from her, looking over to Florence with a quick smile again as he motioned for her to follow,
"Let's... Let's get going then. Through the tavern? Avoid the Simply Uneducated in place for the Simply Inebriated?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 17:16:31 GMT -8
The hesitance, the touch on the shoulder and the back, Florence seemed to respond to none of it. She plodded on unerringly in her heavy boots after Lekalis with a content nod,
"Yes. Let us continue."
Her pace quickened until she closed the distance between herself and Lekalis's side.
"There are more interesting and important subjects to discuss."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 17:19:15 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He flared his teeth at her as she proposed with those enticing words, his heart lifted some as he shrugged with his brows and his features relaxed; nudging her with his elbow as they rounded the corner of the Alleyway,
"Do tell, what is a more interesting subject than a Doctor being banned from a brothel?" He inquired earnestly as he made his way over to pose beside the Tavern door...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 4, 2018 17:28:08 GMT -8
"Hmmm..."
Florence held the tip of her beak, pinched between her index finger and thumb, in deep thought.
Truthfully, she could think of many things more interesting than that.
"The process of which a corpse decays, the enigma of electricity and lightning, or the mysteries of the humors in the human species, are all what I consider to be interesting. Though you may disagree."
She looked over her shoulder at him before opening the door for him to pass through.
"You might enjoy talking about wine, or soap, or your relationships. Your curse is also important to discuss, as are topics related to the health and well-being of you and your effects."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 4, 2018 17:38:08 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ He smiled widely at the proposed initial subjects, dampened some at the presumption of what he enjoyed though... he couldn't really deny them. With a sigh, he shut his eyes with some dignity and bowed kindly to Florence's kindness at the opened door. He murmured a soft thank you as he stepped through, casting one glance at her as he stepped past the threshold. "I find your topics interesting too; I've not paid much mind to the process of how a corpse rots, though I've pondered on electricity and lightning... A few oddities had sprung up in the Northeast, far from here, that I remember. And the mysteries concerning the humors of the human species?" He guffawed and cocked a brow at her skeptically, tsk'ing her, "As my good-doctor, you truly must work on learning the way my mind works if you want to have any hope in treating my truest ailments." He sighed and entered the Tavern... \Lekalis and Florence enter : The Tavern\ |
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