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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 11, 2018 19:19:30 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"I'd like to teach you more some time... P-perhaps when all this... Curse and Birth things are done and over with?" He offered with a boyish smile over his shoulder with a shrug as he resumed to have a happy bounce to his step, as the buildings closed around them like an artery of a great stone beast, the moss making for plaque of foul odors.
He minded his step around someone's recent nightly droppings from on eye with a small sneer, before the artery opened up to a small clearing that made the triangular plot of land that he could call his.
"You enjoy... Analyzing things, yes?" He offered with a pipsome shrug as he began to approach the cottage quietly, nodding to it;
"This is all mine, by the way" His smirk widened to show off his teeth happily as he whispered to her conspiratorially...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 11, 2018 21:06:38 GMT -8
"You own... this."
Florence extended her arms and cocked her head, as though her limbs could make the frame for the portrait of Lekalis's abode.
It was a work in progress, obviously, but owning property at all was an important step to a new life chapter.
"Excellent work. Congratulations."
Her arms swiveled down limply as she admired the Land That Lekalis Owned.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 4:20:27 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ehh..?" He scrawed as he turned to watch her angle her arms; he quickly jogged back and almost set his head on her shoulder, checking the dimensions of it for a bit before squinting. Leaning the basket against his hip to free up an arm, he reached out and scooted Florence's a bit closer together;
"Not... Well, maybe a little more..." He mumbled and nodded, satisfied with the fussing, specifically boxing out the space between the two other buildings.
"... There, perfect." Lekalis sighed and shrugged.
"Thank you." He bumped her lightly with his debatably better derriere before stepping on ahead, pausing a fair odd three or so meters more away from the corner of the cabin, dark and dower where he presumed Tilly to be back. The Moon was high in the sky now, he'd cast a glance to it briefly before turning to face Florence.
"You'll own part of it too, you know? Underneath... I'll not own what you do down there, it will be your own lab." He nodded with an ambivalent smile pulling his features into a kindly, duly dower manner.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 6:38:17 GMT -8
Florence swayed and stumbled as she was bumped, her reactions slowed by drink, but thankfully acute enough to avoid toppling over entirely.
She shook her head once she regained her footing.
"I may be inhabiting your basement, but you still own it. For that I am grateful."
She turned her feet to face Lekalis.
"It is an excellent first step to purchase property. I hope you are proud."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 10:26:28 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Of course I am." He beamed happily, earnestly, as he sighed in a posthumous measure to Florence's, while kind, dismissal of ownership.
Not that it dissuaded him much.
"You helped me get here, you should be proud too." He nodded with a yawn, stifling a belch afterwards as well with a humm.
Lekalis nodded back at the tavern behind them,
"I believe this is where we will part ways, for tonight." He bowed to her as best he could with the basket of foodstuffs...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 11:23:27 GMT -8
Florence watched him for a moment before she seemed to remember to bow, too; she did so awkwardly and clumsily in her heavy garb and inebriated state.
"I shall return to the tavern and sleep." She told him, straightening up and stepping back after she looked him over one last time, as though to visually examine him for any last-second ailments.
"I recommend that you drink plenty of non-alcoholic fluids to lessen the aftereffects tomorrow. Goodnight."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 11:59:10 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His smile humbled in light of her advice, his brows flexing slightly as he tried to think of something similar then... Gave up, shrugging and noddingm
"Aye, and same to you, Crowgazer; I think Hook might have some coffee? Or-- here, here."
He quickly stumbled forward and flashed out a pouch of a hundred gold pieces, he stared at it intensely as he held it out between them.
"70 for the room, and then... the rest for a warm drink. I dare you to eat healthy tonight, yes?" He smirked playfully as he bobbed the coinpurse up and down...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 14:05:22 GMT -8
Florence reached out slowly with due care to gently grasp the coinpurse in her own hand, gingerly, as if she were unsure of her own movements.
She held it between both hands and nodded in thanks,
"Perhaps I shall not eat dinner, but I think I will rest well and consume a healthy breakfast."
The Crowgazer swapped the coinpurse to one hand in finality before giving Lekalis a stiff wave of her hand in valediction.
"Good-bye, Lekalis. Sleep well."
And then she walked off, becoming one with the shade cast by the buildings against the moonlight as she walked between the alley between two houses.
Perhaps foolishly, she seemed to have enough confidence in her own drink-addled sense of direction.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 15:48:52 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ As he watched her go, he had a deep worried feeling brew in his stomach, and he hugged the basket closer to him. Lekalis vainly tried to mimick her wave with his occupied arms, and huffed in annoyance as she seemed to leave but a moment before he could get his farewelll ready. "Walk safe!" He called out hopelessly, sadly, as he cast his eyes down and prayed for Florence to be safe. Her involvement with the Gunsches was enough to have him fret, let alone the innate dangers of the Hamlet. Gargoyles or Swinemen or Corpses... Anything went in the Hamlet. And all he had to trust was Florence's less than stellar combat savviness and her bombs. He only hoped it was enough. With a resolved sigh, he focused on his more immediate responsibilities, as Florence demanded. As he ought to do... Such was his role in Life now. Lekalis walked on, quietly, to the windowless bungalow. /Lekalis Departs to his home in Misc. Buildings/ |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 11:55:19 GMT -8
Florence was on a walk.
While she had the means to cure herself of her present ailment, the ingredients were both precious and expensive, and she preferred to only utilize such a means in only the most pressing of scenarios.
Time on its own was a more reliable resource.
It certainly helped that she'd forgotten to retrieve her notes from Lekalis.
Shoulders slumped, she trudged on with the slight hope that a walk would help her feel better.
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Post by azmoham on Apr 15, 2018 13:44:05 GMT -8
The man reached the edge of the squalid town and paused, surveying the steeply-angled mess of roofs which galloped over the horizon. The place was just as distasteful as the last time he'd had cause to walk its rambling streets. Now, at least it seemed to have some sense of the re-invigorated about it; a certain air that he couldn't put an exact name to but it felt like something was waiting, holding its breath as it watched with glee, the machinations of the town's lowly populace. He took a hesitant step onto the bridge before it, and paused again, as if afraid. It was strange, he couldn't shake the feeling that at the moment he teetered on the threshold between two sheer cliffs and a wrong stumble in either direction could send him toppling from his precarious mount. The eels stirred again, and he shifted his staff to the left hand, leaning on it heavily as he shuffled across the greening wood-work.
Funny, he supports me even now...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 13:57:17 GMT -8
[Arriving from the abbey.]The morning had started off strong and promised for a fruitful day. Tilly hopped down the abbey's winding stair with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. All that left was to locate Celeste, again, and then Ariana... Though, perhaps she could save time and meet them on her errands. There was still the matter of obtaining crockery from the blacksmith, after all. And, after all that... perhaps she could run by home and steal another apple away-- they were frightfully delicious, more than she remembered. But then what? It was then that Tilly realized that she stood on the precipice of boundless free-time. She supposed she could nap, more... but it seemed horribly boring to her. With some renewed vigor she kicked at a pebble and sent it skittering across the Square as she turned and strolled on to the blacksmith's. |
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Post by black379 on Apr 15, 2018 15:24:09 GMT -8
[Arriving from the Sanitarium] Adeney carefully fidgeted with a small contraption, apparently a censer of sorts, but he was unsure if it had a more sinister secret. The clever mind that imagined it could be just as much wicked as practical. He was cautious, but felt assured enough that Silvant wouldn't have left any volatile equipment unattended. Except he couldn't be too sure. His nervous interest in the thing expended, and it hadn't combusted in his hands, but he continued to distract himself. The red-cloaked doctor paid little mind to his surroundings as he walked, though as he occasionally glanced upward, he spotted Florence. Pocketing the device, it was bold of him to approach her and to engage in conversation, so shortly after his wretchedness. Yet he did so. "Doctor. Florence." He spoke up, coughing to clear his throat. |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 15, 2018 17:02:16 GMT -8
There was a pause as the lenses watched him blankly.
Beneath the mask Florence was simply comprehending the headache she had.
Her gloved hand twitched out a wave.
"Hello, Doctor Mercier."
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Post by azmoham on Apr 15, 2018 17:42:55 GMT -8
He ambled across the wooden structure, one hand sliding over the rough-textured rail which ran along the side while th other gripped the cane he held in a white-knuckled grip. He made no great haste, seemingly content with his sluggish speed, his footsteps and that of his stick making a dull 'thump, thump, thump' as he walked. He crossed a moment or two later and stopped once more, turning his face to the town and wrinkling his nose.
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