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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 27, 2018 11:39:26 GMT -8
The thought livened Tilly's spirit some, and for a shining moment, the future seemed almost possible; as though she hadn't run away for nothing.
She consciously forbid herself from returning to the thought, lest she sour it by rethinking on it.
It was a good moment.
"I've grown fond of your loose purse." She rubbed her chin in mock-pensiveness, but regardless broke the act with a smile at him.
She took a step back, towards the ocean; upwind of the house.
"I'll go and find some lovely... potato-sack. Tie a ribbon about it to pretty it up." Nodded Tilly, giving a final wave as he departed.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 27, 2018 11:59:27 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His face scrunched up in confusion, squinting at her with a smile before nodding,
"Right... I'm sure it'll make for lovely furnishings." He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned and let his features relax. Though, his smile couldn't wan as his thoughts lingered on Tilly.
Lekalis rubbed his jaw, his lips pulled thin as he tried to fight the sensation before he entered the Schwarz' house; though the effort was utterly futile, as he breached the compound by bumping his toe into the door.
Half ajar as it was, it swung open easily.
The smell of predescribed potatoes and beer were painfully pungent, as he waved a hand infront of his nose before he pulled the corner of his cloak's collar about his face and searched for Courcy within the premises...
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 27, 2018 14:38:40 GMT -8
Bach didn't much care for the cramped quarters, as they would make using her ridiculous sword difficult, so she decided to stay outside for the moment, looking around to see if anyone else was around.
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Post by black379 on Jan 27, 2018 14:50:05 GMT -8
Courcy sat back and wrung her hands together. The humble home’s occupants drew around her in anticipation, but she had little tale to offer.
She felt defeated more than really accomplished. Foes like Calidorn left her scarred, and lonely. What had her efforts truly wrought?
“Yeah. A good fight.” The hellion cleared her throat. She felt relieved as Blood reappeared in the doorway and waved him over.
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Post by relentless on Jan 28, 2018 4:58:28 GMT -8
"Oi, get in here. There's a hatch."
Baltasar announced aloud to Bach, dropping the petal to the floor and moving toward the hatch. Once he was close enough, he knelt down and peered inside, squinting to pierce the blackness.
"I'm going down!"
Baltasar voiced out to Bach in a rather 'heroic' sounding manner as he propped his hands on either side, his feet nearing the edge of the hatch.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 28, 2018 13:50:25 GMT -8
Bach sighed and moved into the building, squinting in the gloom of the hovel. She strode over to Balt, looking dubiously down at the trap door. "If you want to go down there, I'll let you go first." she says.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 28, 2018 14:01:19 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It didn't take much for the firey haired and scandalously clad Hellion to make herself known to Lekalis; her hand raised, and her busom ever bared, he offered an awkward smile and likewise awkward wave in return. Friendly, though it was clear he was having some reserved worries as to her intent with the burly looking Schwarz oaf she found herself with.
Taking haste, he shuffled his way between the members of the Schwarz family until he was there and then, upon Courcy; bumping up against her shoulder as a few of the patrons bustled past.
He set a hand on Courcy's shoulder and looked to her apparent companion, then Courcy herself with a nod and tight lipped smile.
"Well! Good to see you're making friends, Coco!" He chuckled and looked about halfheartedly for a seat, before siding to take a knee beside his friend and peered across the table to the presumed Schwarz man.
"Treat yourself well?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 28, 2018 14:41:27 GMT -8
After Lekalis departed for the house, Tilly, smiling dumbly, stood there listening to nothing else but the sound of the ocean just beyond.
She watched her hands, turned them over so that the palms faced the sky. Long fingers, like snakes, that tapered off to narrow fingertips-- they were good for plucking violin strings, or fitting a thread through the eye of a needle. It might have been true, even, if those activities were anything but maddeningly dull.
Nothing worked the adrenaline better than hastily fashioning fishhooks into lockpicks, scurrying under the noses of the local guard...
If her younger self had any shred of clairvoyance, to see the fruits of her sacrifice so long ago, she no doubt would have felt cheated. She'd run right to what she was making to escape from-- with an extra curse and its share of lovely, alien nightmares, to boot. And she couldn't run from any of it.
So she was an idiot. That was no surprise, she thought bitterly to herself as she meandered to the wall of the house, leaning her back up against it as she awaited both Lekalis and Courcy's return.
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Post by black379 on Jan 28, 2018 15:05:24 GMT -8
Courcy smirked and nudged his back with her own shoulder. She crossed her arms in her lap and offered a wry smile.
"Great, now I've had some stew and drink."
The redhead almost mirrored Blood's look of concern.
"How was the wine? And Florence?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 28, 2018 15:30:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"The wine? Florence..? Both tasted impeccably sublime." He mused with gross pride; joking, as he flourished a hand out and his eyes shut to frame a connoisseur of wine, and apparently, Florence.
Though he broke into a chuckle, batting away the innuendo as he nudged Courcy back with his elbow, raising a brow;
"I jest, of course." He glanced to the Schwarz fellow, then to Courcy.
"The wine was fine, Florence is... Well." A moment of concern and seriousness set his features to neutrality again as he idly tapped his fingers on the table, looking off to the window as though his Crowgazer might reappear again.
He swallowed hard, furrowing his brow.
"Ah, she's intending to pursue a missing person; taken by the raiders in this last assault." He explained with a slow nod, as though confirming it for himself. A look that hedged more worry than one ought for a friend came over his features as he shut his eyes and took a breath.
He exhaled poignantly, however, as he rose and jerked his head to the exit of the home.
"She'll be fine. She's smart, and can patch herself and her comrades up as good as new. And, she's got a nose for good folk." He seemed to assure himself more than state the facts as he smirked and hooked his thumbs in the lip of his pants.
"Anyways, we gotta get going... Tilly's ready and waiting. We asked for help to meet us at the Dungeon entrance, but we don't rightly need them... I never really needed reserves anyways." He chuckled and flared a flash of teeth at Courcy as he rolled back on the balls of his heel before setting his feet flat on the boards again.
"You ready to go?"
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Post by black379 on Jan 28, 2018 18:46:36 GMT -8
Courcy quirked an eyebrow at the ex-lord for his dramatic concern about Florence. She waved her hand dismissively while she stood up with him.
"Nah, don't worry for her. Those doctor types never get into nothing they can't handle."
The hellion nodded to Karl and the other men - a thanks for the meal and a salute for getting back to business. She prodded Blood's bicep intently with the tip of her finger, determined to deliver the final nudge in their sudden jabbing skirmish.
"Me and Tilly, on the other hand'll keep you on your toes."
Chuckling, she started for the door to retrieve her halberd, propped against the wall.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 28, 2018 20:38:00 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord's brows shot up in surprise as he followed, though he lingered on one knee and stared at the Hellion's brusque raunchy nature with a look between baffled, enticed, and self-loathing before he clucked his tongue and shook his head. Scolding himself more than anyone, as he retrieved his spear and slipped it into its respective sheathe once they were free of the Schwarz' home.
"That... is an awful thing to say." He declared with a smirk that hardly stood behind the words he spoke.
"I imagine I'd be more a handful for both of you anyways..." He hummed with wit and suave, as he chuckled with the barest sense of hesitance as he plucked at some dirt 'neath his nails as he began to weave his way back to Tilly. She wasn't where he left her, as he suspected, so began an almost ritualistic hunt for his Lover dearest.
The very thought had him worriedly glance to Courcy, afeared she might've heard the slip of title, though he simply scoffed at his silliness as he rubbed a thumb into his palm.
"... I digress; I'm glad you'd a good time, we'll need this energy for the hike to the Dungeon. I'll inform you two both of the mission on the way, and one last time when we camp outside its grounds... It's important to remember this is just a scouting expedition. We've no demands to slay anything; merely scope out the cove's area."
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/red hallucination state/
/Tilly/
For a brief moment, the allure of sleep not but a few breaths gone, the world slipped back into the ethereal Red World; so stood upon cobblestones before, Tilly would find herself set on mock designs of the real world. In their place were mimics of red sand, expertly preserved and crafted.
The sky was red yet again, with streaks of soft maroon shading it in a both gruesome and beautiful design. Her vision blurred past ten feet, before becoming utterly indiscernible past thirty.
Sickly green lightning arc'd overhead, leaving streaks of blinding white in the sky; no thunder roared, only a growing hiss of white noise and a sound much like the shuffling heard amidst a busy bazaar.
Though, in graceful contrast to the rigid arcing lightning, was a flowing red aurora, like a scarlet ribbon in the sky; it wound aimlessly, yet purposefully through the sky. Weaving in and out of clouds and buildings, to the beach and around herself. She could not feel it, though its appearance alone was warm and welcoming. Protective, even, as it wound off and away to those prominent directions in the Hamlet.
The Cove, The Weald, The Warrens, and The Ruins... And of course, The Manor itself. There was, of course, the odd dalliance through yet marked planes within the Estate...
She saw none of this and rather... felt it. Like an extension of her fingers, they curled around curious locales. Such a rush of sensations, she could focus on but one ribbon bound locale.
She would feel her nose begin to run...
\red hallucination state\
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 28, 2018 22:01:27 GMT -8
Outwardly, Tilly would be simply posted just beside the door, although she did not speak as Lekalis and Courcy exited the house; it would have been easy to miss her.
She was slumped against the wall, head bowed forward as though she had dozed off in the short span of time it took for the good ex-lord to retrieve Courcy. The wide brim of Tilly's hat shaded her eyes and crumpled up against where it met the wall. Her hands were held loosely in her pockets.
However, she was awake, and only seemed to be on the cusp of sleep. Her eyes were open, but vacant, and half-lidded, staring at something far beyond her boots.
~red hallucination state~
Why!
Tilly felt a brief flicker of outrage at the dreamscape she found herself in-- what she only just managed to escape from.
She frowned in distaste, deciding that she much preferred the ordinary nightmares to this: at least those were predictable.
But when she spied the blurs Lekalis and Courcy strolling by, heard the roar of the peasants inside the house, it brewed a new feeling of fear in her gut.
She called out to them but found no response.
With a sigh, and a sniff that she scarcely registered, she surmised that this must be some premonition, or another warning. She prayed that this curse-demon wasn't back to tell her to prepare for more than just one little mite. It certainly seemed friendlier than the last time, after that sermon...
She wiggled her fingers at her sides and made to follow the ribbon to the Cove, with the expectation that it might assist her in the upcoming expedition.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 29, 2018 5:24:22 GMT -8
/red hallucination state/
/Tilly/
While she did not visibly, tangibly move; the sensation was there. Like when one moves their arm through the sand or water, such was the only indication that her mind had any power here.
Of course, after her intangible movement finished (Which took a curiously longer time than one might expect in typical reality) in a step towards the Cove's ribbon, she insantly was pulled along towards the location at a blinding speed. As though she were upon a horse with a thousand legs, the world flew past her until an almost impossibly flat, grey plane extended before her.
Tinged in red still, such was a strange film over her eyes, the long flat grey before her seemed to be the Cove; an inlet of sorts, as the space before her looked very much like an impossibly large lake surrounded on all sides by dead trees jutting out of dead grass like tombstones.
The Grey Lake was covered by a fog that was faded at the edges, and became wholly opaque at its core. An array of piers and debris filled the lake; barrels, crates, straight flats of disconnected boardwalks...
The Red Ribbon wound deeper into the fog, unseeable once it entered the thick of the fog. However, before such a point, the Ribbon wound itself around a long moss-addled pier, that shot straight to the heart of the fog. However, only for a brief distance; the Ribbon suddenly slipped free of the pier and wound itself around a crate with a burned 'G' set into its corner, and a green kerchief sticking out from its yet unopened maw.
The Ribbon then slipped around another stretch of pier, this time, a precarious looking device that looked chewed and doused in water.
This pier extended off into the fog, and the ribbon with it.
And, as though perceiving her own eyes digesting this information, the vision faded; with vertigo stirring in her gut, the muddy floor of the docks and the idle chatter of the party echoed in her ears.
One last image, however, burned in the back of her eyelids as she blinked, and a word came with it;
"Artem..." came a word from many whispers, and a tower surrounded by a raging ocean, holding a sun at its summit amidst a field of gulls lingered as some unbound image, t'ill reality in full came back to Tilly...
/end red hallucination state/
She would return to the world with the barest hint of a bloody nose, and a tugging sensation at her heart; not unlike Love, towards the Cove. There were no emotions bound to it, only the simple physiological twitch.
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Post by black379 on Jan 29, 2018 15:44:06 GMT -8
"That so?" Courcy laughed and poked her tongue into her cheek. One arm crossed beneath her chest to impress her own 'handfuls'. Her azure eyes settled on Blood, though he seemed suddenly distracted with spying for their hatted friend. That didn't keep the hellion from looking him down and up, until she spotted Tilly herself.
"Ah." She pointed back to the German's abode where Tilly was braced next to the entrance. "Sounds easy enough then."
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