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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 22, 2018 15:28:07 GMT -8
Tilly stepped back beside Lekalis, smoothing out the front of her coat.
"Take care! Mind the pink-sludge." She half-jested, nodding to Libourg; she'd hope that he wouldn't need reminding to avoid any more of that rash-goop.
Doubly so, it helped her to ignore the off-hand comment Lekalis so cheekily made.
"You ought to drop by sometime, too, after the wedding; we'll have the place all fixed up by then."
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Post by relentless on Apr 22, 2018 15:40:04 GMT -8
"A place? You own land already? Looks like you're well on your way to paradise. I'll make sure to drop by from time to time during my ventures from the tainted lands of this place."
Libourg nodded toward them, before he looked behind to eye the pouch with growing need, before he turned to look at them both.
"Well I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me babble on about weaponry and ordeals, but do keep that sword in check! You'll be surprised how bad chippings can... Oh, apologies."
Libourg chuckled as he bit the comment off again, shuffling back onto his stone Base as if it were a podium, slowly unsheathing his longsword as it lay in his lap, common steel producing a slight sheen as it was unsheathing. He briefly hesitated as he looked up from his sword to the couple, before he put a clenched fist to his chest where his heart would be.
"Glory to God, take care you two."
He nodded at them with a stern nod, before he became entirely focused on his longsword, picking it up by the hand guard and inspecting it with a close eye.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 22, 2018 15:53:59 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He offered a kindly, slightly apologetic, smile to Libourg as he mimed his bow; pressing a hand over his heart for a moment,
"Likewise; looks like your own blade might need a bit of work... I was one of the best with a grindstone East of the Rhine, if you ever have the need." He declared confidently, his voice instilled with a bit of pride at the recognition of land from Libourg.
With a touch of a warning, in a toothy smile and glance to Tilly, he hooked his arm around hers and made to pull away from the Knight. He was decent enough, he supposed. It was rather relieving to see one so open about being mid-undressing; most would hide their stumbles and fidgeting in somewhere private like a tent or the like... paid homage to some humbleness, he supposed.
Though he doubly looked a touch stressed, and smelled a bit foul. The mention of pink-sludge had him worried; he'd never known such a descriptor tied to anything but perhaps misbegotten candies.
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Post by black379 on Apr 22, 2018 20:48:20 GMT -8
"I dunno about that. It was just one night." Courcy scoffed and shrugged her shoulders before stretching her arms high above her head. Her joints popped and she grunted softly, then returned her hands to her hips.
"And it's been a week. And we were fucking drunk. Haha!" Then again, maybe the warden didn't get around as much as he had bragged. Courcy had no plans to meet up with him again soon. Perhaps they would bump into each other, but the ginger wasn't so sure about him now that she had a clear head.
"But I guess I did... lift his spirits." Another chuckle and the woman was at the Abbey doors. If it weren't for the bathhouse she would never be so close to the holy building.
"About those soaps..."
[Courcy enters the Abbey on her way to the baths]
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 22, 2018 21:09:21 GMT -8
Tilly followed along with Lekalis, down to the Schwarzes after she made one last wave to Libourg as he tended to his armor.
A pleasant interaction with one who used to be rather abrasive. Now, she could officially say that the day was looking up.
With happily linked arms as they strolled on away, Tilly patted Lekalis on the arm and looked to him, biting back some of the more pressing information in favor of asking him:
"So what'd you get up to, then?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 22, 2018 21:15:00 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Honestly..?" He pluffed his cheeks a bit and sighed, as if some great burden was relieved from his shoulders as he gave one last glance to Libourg, before turning the corner down a street; saltwater already emanating from the odd barrel or two that had once held fish or salt.
"... Nothing, really." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head free of whatever lingering miasma of drunkeness remained on his mind.
"I tossed the vomit from the pail, and just sort of... Walked around." He mumbled a bit ashamedly, realizing he may have wasted more time than he realized.
"Just walking off the wine, I suppose." He admitted with a shrug as he trudged on...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 22, 2018 21:19:54 GMT -8
"Hmm..." Hummed Tilly, troubled; she supposed it was likely to be as indignifying for her, for someone else to manage her vomit, as it was for Lekalis.
Her fingers toyed with the collar of her jacket, as though readying to flip it on up and bulwark her from her shame.
"...Sorry about... that." She mumbled, moving her hand from her collar to rub at the side of the bridge of her nose.
The salt-scent made her envy the mask that Florence wore.
"I feel quite well now, though!" Tilly piped up, making to amend...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 22, 2018 21:25:07 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"You sure?" He mused questioningly, teasingly as he noted her mumble; ripe for teasing, though he made a note to not rub it in too hard... Gently would do well.
"You looked ripe to spit your liver on out. That would at least fetch a pretty penny to the right doctor." He nodded with a little chuckle that he quickly defused with a wave.
"Fret not, apologize not; it was good and relieving... About bloody time I helped you with something." He mused genuinely as their footsteps struck harder and harder stone, flecked with odd pebbles and fishbones as they neared the docks.
"What about you? You find some pail of vomit to toss too? Lovely activity that..." He nodded cheekily as he idly swayed his shoulders to inspire some motion in Tilly as they turned a corner and passed a familiar entrance to an alley.
His features sombered some, remembering just why he was drunk last night... The last kiss he'd stolen from Florence was there. He swallowed hard and looked on ahead to the corner, glancing to Tilly to grow a smile back.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 22, 2018 21:29:56 GMT -8
Tilly's eyes widened with a mocking conviction.
"Oh, heavens, I wish."
The look soon faded as she cupped a hand over mouth in a quiet yawn. Already she found the day wearing on her, and it was hardly past noon.
At least she had somewhere to nap, rent-free.
"But... Jacques's back! For the wedding and all. Lavinia didn't come, sadly."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 22, 2018 21:32:33 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Tilly's jolt of excitement had him raise a speculative brow, though he couldn't deny a small skip in his step at the mention of Jacques. While he'd never been particularly fond of the murderously neurotic mage, he had his uses and was dear to both Lavinia and Tilly; both of whom he owed much of his own merriment to.
"That's fine and lovely though! Shame about Lavinia but... well, might be a touch foul considering--" His eyes widened for a moment, then squinted up as he leant close to her, whispering as a practiced courtly conspirator would,
"-- Do you reckon it's because of the wedding? What if she's jealous?" He asked with a kiddish excitement...
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Post by relentless on Apr 22, 2018 23:11:03 GMT -8
The knight took his time flicking off dust and picking the faint bits of rust that had accumilated over the years from blood scarring the blade after many battles. It was a fine blade, paying homage to the crusades, though it also reminded him of war. Then again, he was fighting a war as of right now. In fact... he was losing the battle to keep his mind straight. Occasionally, the crusader flinched from a sharp pain in his head, a momentary squeal of a distant pigman called out from the recesses of his mind; fading, but not yet entirely removed.
With a turn to the left, the Crusader eyed the pouch once more, staring long and hard, before he hissed and gave in. Pinching the pouch, he plopped it onto his lap, and dug into its contents, only to withdraw an odd smoking pipe along with some form of fuse that resembled a fuse used to light cannons, with an even smaller pouch of the actual opium. Bemused, Libourg set about poking at the pipe as if he were a primitive discovering fire for the first time, trying to figure out where the drug was suppose to go.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 7:15:39 GMT -8
It would be a crime, Tilly thought, to quell Lekalis's excitement with the depressing news of Lavinia's personal wellbeing.
He looked so much better with a smile on his face, anyway.
"Ohoho... maybe! I think I'd be jealous, too, if I were her." Tilly grinned, tipping her hat back as they walked along. The little sunshine felt pleasant, and the ocean wind would do to keep her awake and alert.
She had half a mind to ask to step by the beach again, if they hadn't already so much to do...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 13:52:56 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Truly? To wed a bastard with blood on his name and a salacious demeanor about him?" He scoffed jokingly, though, he seemed to hit a point of critical introspection; he looked away from Tilly as he spied the Schwarz' house and paused for a moment to catch his breath.
With a bit of a toxic smirk, he looked to Tilly and rose a brow,
"Cursed and jealous as I am, you really think it's something to be jealous of?" He chuckled a bit wryly as his arm caught in the crutch of hers wriggled a bit and made to free itself with a shrug and sigh.
"Ah, hmm... Sorry; a bit melancholic from the drink." he explained with a small, nervous wiggle of his shoulders,
"Focused a bit... Too much on the wine, I suppose."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 23, 2018 14:45:33 GMT -8
The self-deprecation of it all could be spotted from a mile away.
"Come now, you don't need to be so glum; I'd gotten myself disowned trying to avoid marrying for blood or name. It doesn't mean a thing."
Tilly let his arm slip free, but she soon after stopped in her tracks and reached out to tug gently at his shoulder to garner his attention.
"'Sides, I'm cursed too, but we're going to get that taken care of-- you won't be cursed forever. But you'll be you forever: a sweet, caring, intelligent fellow."
She smiled warmly and squeezed his shoulder.
"And that's who I'm marrying. So, yes, I'd really be jealous if I were Lavinia."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 23, 2018 15:09:34 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It was a strange sensation that bloomed out from Tilly's touch, like a sun rising on the horizon, he took in a breath of salty, fishy air and shared her sunny smile.
Though, as he looked ripe to embrace the warmth, his smile turned catty as he shrugged and closed his eyes indifferently, a teasing callousness as he made to wrap his arm around Tilly's waist,
"I suppose you're right; we're a proper duet of envy." He mused, pondering as he let his own happiness show.
"You're awful brilliant too, you know?" He posed as he bumped her hips with his own as he marched on towards the Schwarz' home; a few portly women bustled about wash basins and clothes lines, shouting to women inside who were no doubt cooking if the smoke billowing out of the chimney was anything to go by.
Of course, girls and boys too young to learn were running about, giving their mothers and tutors a pinch in the brow as they swatted at the air and pinched at their ears.
Lekalis grew a bit hesitant to approach and hummed a bit worriedly,
"Thought they'd calm down after the fighting..." He mumbled, looking to Tilly expectantly.
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