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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 29, 2018 16:39:18 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"One of these days, those--" He said, glancing away, then back at her shamelessly proposed breasts, before rolling his eyes away and shaking his head; he held was no blush or hesitance, and his chuckle was jovial and unconcerned.
"-- Are going to burst free and the world will point and laugh." He warned with a damning smirk, as he heard Courcy's remark, and he turned in kind.
Lekalis' lips were pulled into a tight smile, thankfully behind Courcy, as his brows shot up in surprise and awkwardness skittered up his back for a moment as he realized Tilly was there and stooped not but a meter or two away from his flirtacious remarks.
His gut tightened, and he felt a bead of sweat droop down his brow as his chuckle, now, was ever nervous.
"Ah! Hello there..." He remarked bowing slightly as he clapped and slid a hand over his brow and through his hair, slicked and returned to normal with that single flourish.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 29, 2018 17:25:46 GMT -8
Artem?
There was solid cobbles underneath Tilly's feet again, and the red tint waned with another blink of her eyes. The smells and noises of the present world washed over her, instead, and she clamped her jaws closed in the throes of another wave of nausea, breathing slowly, in and out, through her nose...
Which was troublingly runny-- or, more accurately, bloody, given the sight of her wrist after she'd wiped it under her nose.
Tilly rose a hand in salutation, though she spent a moment with her eyes screwed shut and her head bowed to regain her bearings.
"...Dozed off, a bit." She explained, a touch dishonestly, but she parted from the wall and looked to them with an eager smile, as though refreshed after the briefest of convalescences.
"Yes, but I'm ready to get going if you lot are?" She tipped her hat away from her head and made some presumptive steps forward, "We've burnt enough daylight, I think."
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Post by black379 on Jan 29, 2018 19:23:51 GMT -8
Courcy furrowed her brows and glared at him, huffing defiantly at Blood's remark. She pulled the straps of her corset down her shoulders, then tugged the garment down her waist. Her breasts were bared and she took a wide stance with her hands on her hips.
"What's funny?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 29, 2018 19:31:23 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a nod, the Ex-Lord agreed to Tilly with a two finger salute, cocking his head to one side as he sighed and smirked;
"Aye, burned through enough--" He paused, as Courcy's corset dropped and Lekalis' features rose. This time, a blush did creep over him, as his mind almost visibly overheated behind his otherwise regal and controlled features.
He reached out, meaning to grasp at something before pulling it back to his chin and humming hard,
"-- Those, ah... Hmm... You shouldn't really-- I didn't mean. You really 'ought to just- here, hm..." He looked much like a chameleon as his hand out stretched, then pulled back, then his head swivelled about quickly and he grabbed for the Hellion's straps; fumbling to slip the garment back over her person and dignity.
"...T-turn of phrase, Courcy. You really shouldn't... Pop those out, don't you think? Oh, no... No, yes... No." He shook his head as he tried to keep his head bowed and eyes averted as he helped Courcy's corset back on.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 29, 2018 19:58:22 GMT -8
"Heavens...!"
Tilly's face grew wan and her eyes grew wide beneath her hat at the sight of Courcy's unleashed bosom.
It was only the second time she'd seen such a sight-- last time, however, she was significantly less sober, and wasn't already fighting the urge to vomit.
Unfortunately, this time, the mere surprise of the sight occupied the space in her brain that would normally be suppressing that nauseous urge.
She pulled the brim of her hat down in anticipatory shame and staggered a few paces away to be sick behind a barrel..
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Post by black379 on Jan 29, 2018 20:27:16 GMT -8
"What, 'll I be arrested again?" The ginger remained with her freckled chest almost smugly puffed out. She did nothing to assist Blood in correcting her attire. Soon enough Courcy was modest again, or at least as much as ever.
"Fine, fine. But you only need ask." She chuckled and cocked her head at the man, resettling her posture before eyeing Tilly over his shoulder. It came to her attention that they hadn't all spent the last hour or more drinking.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 29, 2018 20:35:22 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He was almost content with dressing Courcy when an utterly cringesome sound of bile being expelled, followed by the debatably worse sound of it hitting we mud, all but dominated his hearing.
Lekalis visibly shuddered and his face turned a ghastly shade for a moment,
"Did she just..?" He began, as he almost hopefully looked into the bolstered, brazen, and apparently drunkardly Courcy; so gauged by the intensity of beer barraging his nostrils as he sighed and fastened the straps and collar about Courcy as best he could remember.
"... Do I want to know?" Lekalis asked with a slowly rejuvinating chuckle, as his tone rose after the emphasis; a meek smile eeking out as he looked over his shoulder and deigned the question on both his comrades. Though, he gave a sanguine pat on Courcy's bare collar before he turned wholly and leant himself to one side, as though he were trying to spy around the barrel... Though he truly wished not to.
"Did you find a lovely Beer-fest when I wasn't looking? I at least apologized for not inviting you sooner but..." He made a whoofing noise, as he turned away before Tilly's scene of spewage could come to full light, The Ex-Lord cast his eyes to the slowly speckling sky for some reprieve; he could almsot taste the cleaner, voidly airs of space when he closed his eyes. A necessary reprieve.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 29, 2018 20:47:29 GMT -8
Tilly deemed the small fact that she didn't feel better after that catharsis the most disappointing part of that day, and it was only morning.
With a shudder and an uncouth wipe of her mouth from her sleeve, Tilly made somber peace with the world and the prospect of this being the rest of her life.
"...Ah." She began, peering over her shoulder at the pair. She made a thumbs up at them with her closest arm.
"Ask... Courcy that. Mhm. Hello to you too!"
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Post by black379 on Jan 29, 2018 21:04:08 GMT -8
Courcy gave the graverobber a half apologetic smirk, though she hardly thought her act was deserving of its ill response.
"Sorry, just the one." grinning, she pointed a digit back to the Schwarz's again. She leaned against her polearm as a crutch and looked between Blood and Tilly expectantly.
"Heya. Sure you're alright to go?" The redhead asked with a raised brow, though it seemed they all must go now or else they would never complete the mission. And she would sooner be free.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 30, 2018 4:16:30 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Aye--" He nodded in the direction of Courcy as he managed to bring his gaze back to settle on Tilly's ailed form.
"-- I hadn't thought your morning fever to be so... vicious.", though he wasn't too sure if this was part of the ruse he'd concocted. It'd long since been sold, to whatever merit, and Courcy seemed hardly to pry about it. If anything, it might compromise the little lie.
"We do need to leave within the hour if we've any hope of completing our quest in any feasible time." He agreed, frowning a touch as he crossed his arms loosely around his waist and shifted his head to rest on his other shoulder as he squinted at Tilly,
"If you wish, you may take some time to yourself while me and Courcy acquire supplies?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 30, 2018 8:45:18 GMT -8
"I... told you I was feeling unwell? Though I think I'd prefer the Beer-fest." Tilly drew a tight-lipped smile, as though the thought of beer wasn't painful enough; even moreso as Courcy drew near.
She rubbed her brow and continued,
"'Course I'll be good to go. I'll be lighter now, yeah? Means I'll run faster..."
Her smile lingered, albeit waningly, like fog on a warm morning. Her gaze flitted between the both of them, jubilant, as though she wasn't repositioning the barrels to block off any poor soul from wandering onto the mess.
She was doing just that sort of repositioning all the while.
"Yeah, yeah... good idea; I'll just go on ahead and get a head start, meet you lot up the road..." She slipped her eager hands into her coat pockets, and looked wantingly to the cove. The urge to follow that Red Aurora outweighed the fear of going off on her own, subject to the whim of the Red Dream...
She reminded herself that this was not the first time she had been alone and ill, though for some reason the thought was hardly comforting.
"You be careful with that one." She warned Courcy, pointing to the good Lekalis. She smiled pleasantly to the latter and already made to walk, without awaiting the others' input, and silently debated whether to hold her breath the entire journey to the Cove.
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Post by relentless on Feb 1, 2018 10:19:59 GMT -8
Balt was in the process of veering in and out of the hatchs hole, a sense of reluctancy falling about him. Yet there was a girl there, an older one by him... not by much, though.
With a deep breath, manly 'hmph' and adjustment of his pants, he stepped onto one of the ladders rungs, and begun his descent.
"You coming?!"
He piped up, mildly anxious as he descended in a literal pit of black.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 1, 2018 12:59:01 GMT -8
The Love Cellar:
The cellar was, surprisingly, dimly lit. Candles on the floor lined the walls, but a good number of them had gone out, exhausting their wax, while the remainder burned dangerously low and dim.
In the dark, however, Balt would see a bed with Helen sheets, surrounded by a lovely scattering of rose petals. The glass shards of a former wine bottle glinted in the dim candlelight, too, with a spattering of brownish-red blood to boot.
Most notable was a gaping hole in the wall-- strange, given that this was a basement room. It implied the presence of a tunnel of sorts.
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Post by relentless on Feb 1, 2018 13:26:46 GMT -8
Balt scrunched his brow and shook his head at the scene. Hans, and his mate were...
"Gods... bunch of ass screwin' fags."
Baltasar murmured bitterly under his breath as he dropped down from a couple rungs, landing squarely on the stone ground with both feet. He took a moment to survey the area with a lapse of disgust flowing across his face. He never met a homosexual couple, especially one that was so... comfy in the closet.
He turned back around to face the hatch, staring hard at the hole he had came from.
"Oi, get down there 'ere. Gots me a tunnel..."
Baltasar announced, grumbling the last part as he moved toward the tunnel in the distance, though he took notice of the sheets, bottle of wine and blood with building interest.
"Mh, least the bent cunts put up a good fight."
Baltasar noted with mild distain for applauding their actions, looking yonder toward the Tunnel. On his belt, a small oil lit lantern would be kept. He would hook his hammer under his armpit, take the lantern and light it with a match. Thankfully the lantern was full, and he had some oil on reserve in his pouches.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Feb 1, 2018 20:28:23 GMT -8
"I don't like being under ground." Bach complained from up the stairs. If a little hovel of a house was cramped, a tunnel would likely be claustrophobic for the giant woman.
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