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Post by The Carrying Blade on Apr 26, 2018 17:16:43 GMT -8
Nasuada grit her teeth, looking down at the ground as she promised to kill Iver the next time she had the chance to. That midget was more trouble and disrespectful than she had ever realized and she could sense he was holding a grudge against her in some way. With a very heavy sigh she hurried her way towards the Santarium, going to get Jack a doctor and room to fix him all up, hoping with her heart he would live in the end.
Next few hours....
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 27, 2018 8:02:08 GMT -8
Tilly nodded in assent and followed after Lekalis to the blacksmith, already with a growing pit of dread in her heart.
Cutlery was an absolute necessity that was needlessly expensive.
Stifling a fretful sigh, she opted to jest instead,
"Awful popular there, aren't you?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 27, 2018 8:56:10 GMT -8
There was a great, frantic cawing and a struggling flapping of wings as Florence, after hours of sitting painstakingly still and silent in the middle of the square with bite-sized chunks of bread as bait, captured an unwitting crow with a burlap sack.
The bird fought hard against the tyranny of the sack, and the good Crowgazer endeavored to keep it contained.
The momentum of the final push from the crow caused Florence to fall sideways onto the cobbles, desperately clutching the bag to her chest.
In hindsight, she should have readied some twine to enclose the sack.
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Post by Kidney on Apr 27, 2018 9:47:32 GMT -8
Tod had been investigating the green streaks of color on the cobblestones when he heard the intense cacophony not very far from him. He peeked up at the sound of cawing, and with a look, he recognized a familiar face in the Sqare.
Tod approached with a concerned look, eyes cast down, but still, he carried an awkard smirk, almost cheeky, but it fell after a few moments. “Um, do you need help there, Good Doctor?”
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 27, 2018 10:10:34 GMT -8
Holding the struggling bird close, Florence's mask jerked upwards at the approaching Tos.
Despite the cacophony, Florence's tone was still even and calm, albeit dull. Like she was tired.
"Yes. Please pinch the sack closed and do not let go--" The bird interrupted with an especially angry caw from within the bag. "--So that I might secure the bird."
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Post by Kidney on Apr 27, 2018 10:17:36 GMT -8
Tod lurched forward, almost begrudgingly, grabbing the top of sack. He reached again with the other hand, squatting now, holding the opening as closed as he could. “May I ask why you are capturing birds and putting them in bags?”
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 27, 2018 15:25:44 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"A bit... Why, you jealous?" He mused smugly with a chuckle as he watched her match his stride; noting the touch of fretfulness with a small hum, his eyes lingered with worry for a moment, enough to show, before he gave an indifferent sigh himself.
Perhaps it was the children..? It was enough to brook some sympathy, their jubilant nature seemed ephemeral and fictional to himself; he couldn't deny a disconnect from their smallish frames... Like elves or imps. He found it difficult to ponder their ways and thoughts as he might ponder a man's, read his expression and play to the needed tune. For Children, it was like trying to read a book without spacing and with the pages turning too fast.
With a sharp inhale, Lekalis broke off from his pondering to slow up and bind his fingers with Tilly's, giving it a gentle squeeze as he flared a curious smile,
"You never talked much to the common folk before now, have you?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 27, 2018 15:56:22 GMT -8
Florence tilted back upright, rifling through her bag with uncharacteristic haste to locate the roll of twine.
She pressed the string against the edge of the knife in her bag and hurriedly tied off the sack.
"For science." Answered the doctor simply, as if it could explain it all.
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Tilly smiled sheepishly and shook her head, swinging their joined hands lightly, almost out of nervousness if the action was not so gentle.
"Not typically." She chuckled and sighed with a shrug of her shoulders, eyeing the impending blacksmith with some measure of distaste.
She'd never needed to buy any crockery, until now; at the very least, it had been supplied by others on expeditions, but she never permitted herself to try her hand at cooking so far away.
Distantly she recalled some valiant attempts by Margerie to teach her, but she couldn't grasp much of the details.
"Aside from the common-folk-turned-mercenaries, I've never had a reason, really."
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Post by Kidney on Apr 27, 2018 16:09:33 GMT -8
Tod took the answer with a grain of salt, although he attempted to contain that thought. He held it closed still, making sure the thing was very well contained. He smiled, “I’m glad! Science has always fascinated me. But you already knew that.”
He looked up, “Althogh, I almost wished it was spiritual. Could help more than keeping a bird in a sack,” he said, giggling to himself quietly, “No offense! I wouldn’t want to offend your avian sensibilities.”
Tod’s face grew dark for a moment, and he realized that the Good Doctor was vert literal. “I assume based off then beak, yknow?”
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 27, 2018 16:30:00 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He smiled with a bit more cheek as they neared the blacksmith, amused by Tilly's words;
"You remind me of folk from the courts I'd frolicked in my youth." He thought openly, winking an eye at her as he made to slow down her pacing and tossing arm. Not that it was persay fast, more to simply slow her down; he relaxed his fingers around her hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles soothingly.
"... That's not whats bothering you though, is it?" He asked skeptically, squinting at her from the sides of his vision, she was too buoyant about the topic to be the cause of her skipping nature.
The Ex-Lord slowed his gait to a halt at the corner of the Blacksmith, taking a moment to look at her poignantly amidst the subtle aroma of metal and smoke...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 27, 2018 21:53:08 GMT -8
Florence went silent, her lenses staring upwards at Tod with utmost seriousness.
Even the crow in the sack seemed to pause its incessant cawing.
"I apologize. It was not my intent to mislead you. I admit that I am not a bird; this is only a hygienic mask."
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He was attentive, with an eye for the slightest shifts in details; While Tilly supposed that may have caused, at least partly, her to have fallen for the red-cloaked fellow in the first place, in the moment it was quite frustrating to not be as quite closed-book as she'd like to be.
"Hmm. No, not quite." One hand, incessantly, smoothed out her coat collar. The other was locked in Lekalis's hand.
"...Do you know how much cookware costs?"
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Post by Kidney on Apr 27, 2018 22:00:08 GMT -8
Speechlessness was the only response Tod could offer. He smiled wide, and a burst of a laugh came forward as he handed the now secured bird to Florence. “How stupid of me...” he spoke with a giggle, “I fear I have made a fool of myself. I promise I am more useful than I seem. When I’m not mistaking you for a bird, I am a capable exorcist. Should you come across something stranger than requiring a singular caught crow, please feel free to let me know!”
He laughed again, eyes beaming, and pudgy cheeks reddening out of embarrassment. “I’m afraid I am only very good at what my job entails, and I wish to be of use!”
Tod looked down at himself again, face reddening more by the moment, “um, I’m rambling aren’t I?”
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 28, 2018 4:59:02 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It was a curious query for certain, but he was determined to answer it quickly,
"Nothing more than a few shillings worth to be sure; it'd be good to grab enough for ourselves and the wedding, so... forty odd to sixty pieces might make a good enough pile."
Lekalis nodded affirmingly, pulling up their hands and idly examining their mirrored dexterity before he paused; a small realization came to him.
"... That's what was on your mind?" He chuckled a bit incredulously with a small smile, there was a playful cruelty sparking behind it.
"A Dragon's hoard in your pockets and you're fretting over the cost of some iron?"
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Post by Unter on Apr 28, 2018 8:00:40 GMT -8
Libourg had made some progress in his research on this opium pipe, mainly he figured out that the opium was placed in a small hole on the round metal pan atop of the pipe, and was burned whilst being smoked. At least he hoped it would work. At the rasp of small man, Libourg turned his head to him with a tired sigh, and half lid eyes. "-Getting fucked off opium." Libourg dryly said, before he chuckled and waggled the pipe. "Strange device, never thought I'd be using an Easterners design, but I guess anythings possible in this damn place..." He frowned, pipe being lowered to his lap, before he glanced at the dwarf. He waggled the pipe at him eventually, cracking a half smile at him. "You wanna try? I've... never done this before, I can only hope it won't kill me before the pigmen do." Iver squinted when Libourg proposed him to try the weird apparatus. Opium. He had heard of the thing, but being of northern birth, he never had gotten a hand on some of it. He heard tales of wild noble parties, full of sexual activities coupled with enough wine to drown a whale, and opium. Well, there was a first time for everything. It's not like he had anything else to do. "Alright, I'll try. But you first, it's yours after all. I won't spoil your pleasure, you need it more than I. You've had it rough in these faen pits ! Bloody Sicherlein. Bloody Nasuada. Women !" He said it like he had experience with women. Anyone who had a good look at him knew this was a poor lie. A ginger haired dwarf with a patchy beard and a rough tongue wasn't popular with the feminine folk. |
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Post by relentless on Apr 28, 2018 8:20:12 GMT -8
Libourg chuckled, and shrugged at his statement, nodding in agreement.
"You can say that again... apparently Celeste's alive, you know, the woman I told you about before we went off? Well..."
Libourg huffed, leaning back against the stone base, steel cuirass pressed against the hard, cold stone as he idly rotated the opium pipe.
"She's alive, though she hates me for... whatever reason, I've yet to find out why."
Libourg sighed, before he glanced at Iver and chuckled.
"'Women'"
He quoted with another chuckle, smiling at him briefly, before he prepped his posture and raised the mouth piece to his lips. His eyes closed for a brief moment, and he performed a movement with his hand, from his head to his abdomen, then his right shoulder to his left.
"-I pray that thy clouds part and thy sunshine begin anew, may'st I dream of castles stocked high and knights galloping among brothers and sisters of pious intent. Praise be to God, and all thou thelord owneth under his holy blade."
Libourg prayed in a tired manner, before he gripped the fuse, suckled on the mouthpiece and struck the fuse stick against the metal disc on the top. A calm flame engulfed the top of the fuse stick where the flammable material was wrapped, and without a moments notice, he stuffed the fuse into the small hole in the middle of the metal disc where the opium had been placed. It wouldn't take long for Libourg to take one deep lung fung of opium smoke, inhaling again to ensure it circulated proper after lowering his pipe. Eventually, he blew the smoke out, and a chorus of coughs to follow.
The smoke smelled intense, a fiery, sweet scent like a rose blooming in summers breeze. A floral smell assumed the area around them. In the meantime, Libourg slumped back against the stone base with eyes closed, his hand holding out the pipe and lit fuse to Iver in a lazy fashion.
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