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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 15, 2017 12:40:09 GMT -8
Fisher's Hut:
The house was a wooden one built on a solid set of stilts to as to protect it from the rain and mud that swelled up in the rain.
Inside, the house was buzzing with the hum voices and laughter and the thunder of footsteps and iron clanging.
No sooner had Lekalis knocked on the door did it burst open, spilling light out onto the outside.
A wild boy, no older than three summers, bolted outside, notably lacking pants and laughing maniacally.
A plump woman carrying a tiny pair of pants in her hands huffed as she stood by the door, watching her boy scurry off. She swore under her breath in a foreign tongue and seemed resigned to let the boy, who was now stomping his feet in the mud puddles outside, run amok.
Behind her was a kitchen full of bodies, children scurrying about underfoot. A gaggle of women fluttered about in the kitchen.
The plump woman, face flushed and pinkish with the exertion of chasing such a rascally boy, broke into a smile when she saw the two.
A younger girl, blonde hair twisted almost painfully back in twin braids, joined at the woman's side.
"Was gibt's? Nach hier! Hier!" The woman in question motioned frantically for the two to join the party.
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Post by black379 on Dec 15, 2017 13:13:07 GMT -8
Initially, Courcy was startled as the door burst open by way of the frolicking, half-dressed child. Then she was confused. The hut was simple, its wooden walls weathered a touch, kissed by the damp air. It didn't look the kind of place to host so many lively bodies.
The ginger shrank away from the door, looking to Blood expectantly. Given directions, it seemed unlikely they had gone to the wrong house. She quirked her brow at the larger woman and spoke up. "Er... Hanz?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 15, 2017 14:40:17 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord chuckled and raised a hand, waving dismissively yet apologetically; his stature straight and proud as he held himself up like a Lord in stained glass.
"Err... Ich nein die Deutsche sprechen?" He tried to surmount what little German he remembered, as he looked to Courcy with a pained shrug, before looking to the bubble of activity within the house with a small chuckle.
Lekalis shared a glance with Courcy again before he cleared his throat, tapping his breast;
"Lekalis." He spoke slowly, then patted Courcy's fleshy shoulder with a smirk and nod,
"Courcy." He said again, trying his best to imitate a German accent; the result was a bit exaggerated, but nothing too verbose. Like a boy set on a stageplay.
"Looking for Hans Schwarz?", he pointed at the Plump Woman now.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 15, 2017 14:57:11 GMT -8
The Plump Woman cocked her head and her face split into a wide grin, and her voice bubbled out into laughter; the cluster of people on the inside of the house cackled with her.
"Sie sind Engländer!" She informed the bunch, clasping her hands together.
She leaned over to the Girl, who seemed to be on the cusp of adolescence. They spoke rapidly together, like thunder rolling off from the clouds, before the Girl in the braided pigtails turned to the two.
"My Mutti says that Hans Schwarz is not home, and that he is a no-good, lazy, drunk, woman-hounding lout." She informed the two matter-of-factly. Her Mother seemed quite pleased, and the Girl continued,
"Hans Schwarz has... been out drinking since this morning with his friend. We have not seen him."
The Mother grinned, pleased with her daughter's English, though she could not understand the words herself.
She spoke more to the Girl, and after a moment of listening, the Girl spoke again,
"My Mutti says that she wishes to feed you. We celebrate with all our friends when we survive a siege, and it makes much fun."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 15, 2017 15:20:26 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a boyish chuckle he rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head; nodding in understanding to the Mother's plight before looking to Courcy, then the girl with due attention.
He idly adjusted his grip on his spear, letting it lean against him as he looked to the bubbling folk behind the plump woman with some want. It'd been awhile since he'd attended a party, and the rambunctious folk looked to be having a better time than Lekalis had in a almost an entire year.
"Ahah! I see... We really must find Hans though; we will come back! I assure you!" He smiled widely and then hummed, stroking his chin pensively.
"Hans Schwarz' friend; who is he?" He inquired now; though he already had a strong guess...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 15, 2017 15:48:39 GMT -8
The Girl furrowed her brow, and tugged on the skirt of her Mother's dress.
They conversed a touch more before the Girl began to speak to Lekalis again,
"He is Raymond Kingsley. He lives on the West side of town underneath the Church gardens. My Mutti says he is a very dirty man."
The Girl's Mother barked something at the toddler stomping about in the puddle, as he had begun to wander off. Reluctantly, the Boy began to circle back to the house, trailing mud on with him.
Another chorus of laughter followed in the house, and there was a crack; one of the larger men inside had broken the leg of his chair simply by sitting on it, and now found himself flat on his back.
The Girl looked over her shoulder, and back to Lekalis.
"If you them... find, do not accept their beer. They do not know how to brew and it is very foul."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 15, 2017 15:58:32 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ahuh..." He drew out, with enough emphasis to imply something greater was afoot as he realized the situation; he'd never met either of these men, nor these... rowdy folk before but he could infer much from the rather rambunctious behaviour.
And, of course, the Girl's Plump Mother.
Lekalis shared in their laughter, however, as he spied the man on his back; the sound was ever sincere, uproariously elegant in all respects, as orchestrated as it was. He went so far as to nudge Courcy with an affirming nod before tending back to the Girl and her Mother with due attention and sobered humors.
"...Thank you for your time, words, and warning." He bowed deeply and fished his satchel for some coin; he placed five coins in his palm, and hung a pouch of ten inbetween his ring and little finger.
"For your troubles, and to save me some wine, eh?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 15, 2017 16:10:30 GMT -8
The Girl's blue eyes widened to the size of saucers at the sight of gold, and, bouncing on bare feet, she cupped her small hands in front of her as she prepared to receive the payment. The Mother whisked up the smaller boy in her soft arms and proceeded to clothe him rightly, though she still made eyes at the transfer of gold.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her thanks bubbled out at rapid-fire, braids swaying with her ecstatic movements. "For this we shall save the good beer for you! Wine is for fragile doll-ladies."
She still held a hand out, but she pivoted and planted a fist on her hip to face the inside of the house.
There was a tall man on the inside lingering about an unopened keg, and she barked a long series of words at him in the same way as her mother. The Tall Man obeyed, sheepishly, and with much displeasure.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 15, 2017 16:25:40 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a small glance to Courcy, he made a show of transferring each coin into the waiting girl's hands;
"These are for you; be a good little girl and give this to your Mitte." He gave the coin purse to her as well, though he wasn't wholly sure if the girl would follow through. It seemed more likely that she'd spirit off, in which case... well, he tried his best.
"Beer will be good, yeah?" He half-asked Courcy, as he straightened up and brushed off some unseen dust on his knees.
"I'm awful lots like a fragile doll-lady--" He jerked his head to the looming Abbey,
"--I tend to the bath-house there; play with perfumes and soaps and suds when I'm not off finding... Dirty Hanses." Lekalis smirked and nodded, looking to the Mother with a quick two finger salute, and a sanguine
"Auf wiedersehen!",
before he tapped Courcy's elbow, implying she follow as he departed off towards the West Side of the Hamlet; veering his path back towards the Abbey...
... His mind wandered and feared for the possibility of those worms having chewed through the barricade, or if the Guard had been overwhelmed yet again... In either case, he imagined Hans and Raymond were busy with something a bit more involved than just drinking.
His tumbling thoughts were plain on his face as he strode on, his brows furrowed and his chin cupped in contemplation.
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Post by black379 on Dec 16, 2017 17:41:55 GMT -8
Courcy trotted after her companion in red, now that they had a new lead. It was odd to see such a jovial family in the hamlet, let alone after its assault. In earnest, she would have rather joined them instead of searching for the missing men, even if she wouldn't understand a word of them.
She smirked while she caught up with Blood, shoulder to shoulder, as they headed West. "You know some... German?" The ginger guessed, tilting her head at him.
"I could go for some beer. What d'ya think they've got to eat?" She added, setting her gait forward again. Yet another reason to be thankful for the ex-lord's company - The prospect, if nothing more, of food, drink, a friend. Her daydreaming distracted her enough that, were she not trailing after Blood, she might have forgotten of Hans and his pal altogether.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 16, 2017 18:06:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ With a wry chuckle and smirk, he gave Courcy a sidelong glance; "Did you... not have breakfast yet?" He asked, there was a jape and a bit of ridicule in his tone; though there was doubly concern as he only just considered the prospect. He'd only such extremes of independance as Tilly and Lavinia to imply a level of competence to women within the Hamlet. Florence being such an exception as she was on another plane entirely to the rest in terms of self sustenance and the like. "I imagine--" He cleared his throat, his eyes scrunching up as he surmounted his best, if not exaggerated, German accent; his arms extended as though he were reciting Hamlet. "--Zere vas bratvurst unt strudel, och, such loads of beere too." Lekalis chortled at his own humor, only pausing to look if it was shared by Courcy as they found themselves at the walls of the Abbey Garden, after having skirted past the Heir's abode. He motioned to the respectable wall, cocking his head to the side, "I figure you're awful good at raising men..?" Lekalis mused, as he motioned to a spot beside him, as he leant up against the wall. "... Think you can lift me up and over?" /Blood and Courcy transition to The Abbey?/ |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 22, 2017 21:41:52 GMT -8
The Shack:
It was empty, as Lekalis and Courcy approached. The windows were black and bereft of lighting, and the glorified hut was completely silent, in a stark contrast to the Schwartz's abode. A tree, with small, budding clusters of leaves on its twigs, was sat in front of it.
The front door was ajar. Entry would be easy and unhindered.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 23, 2017 4:51:26 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a small huff, The Ex-Lord pressed on to the door, unsheathing his spear with no real violent conviction; he was sure to mind the windows, feeling a small tension rising in his gut, if but from the past day's events.
As he approached, he reached out with the point of his spear and roughly thwacked the flat of the head against the frame of the door, as a bymeans for knocking.
"Hello! Hans Schwarz? Raymond?" He called out, sighing posthaste and looking back to Courcy with risen brows and a bemused smile.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 23, 2017 7:49:49 GMT -8
The Shack:
The house was dead silent, and neither Hans nor Raymond gave an answer.
The knocking of the spear simply rattled through the dark house.
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Post by black379 on Dec 23, 2017 13:10:04 GMT -8
"Cook?" Courcy raised a brow and cocked her head at Blood. Perhaps another reason it was hard to imagine herself settled down was her ineptitude with a homely station. A roasted rabbit over a firepit was the extent of her experience in cooking. Even only as the ex-lord's personal bodyguard, she anticipated feeling out of place in his 'noble retinue'.
As there was no answer at the door, the hellion nodded to Blood and slunk past him. Though it seemed likely empty, she held her weapon at the ready as she entered the old shack.
"Hello?" She echoed, looking about for any signs of the men. Or any signs of a scuffle, or a hole like was in the abbey's undercroft.
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