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Post by black379 on Dec 28, 2017 9:01:05 GMT -8
"Haha. You can't have it both ways." Courcy retorted in jest before skipping up behind the two. She would've offered to help, but Blood already seemed on top of it. Nudging the ex-lord's shoulder, she stuck close to him and would let him do the talking. At least until anyone started speaking English again.
"Think Tilly will be up for it?" The redhead questioned, then raised her hand dismissively towards the girl to express that she was talking to Blood. Perhaps some leisure would be good Tilly.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 28, 2017 9:41:43 GMT -8
"Ah, ah, ah!" The Girl waggled her finger at Lekalis, as if to scold a mischievous boy. The other hand held fast on the strap that bound the cask to her back.
"No wine for you until you finish at least one beer. You must be patient." She made a small hop away, the wine sloshed audibly with the movement. The giggling Girl certainly was stronger than she looked.
"It is how we are teaching Johannes to like beer, but he prefers sweet-bread to wine."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 28, 2017 12:44:09 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He was about to answer when the girl presumed to bounce about; Lekalis' hands raised up innocently as he rose a brow questioningly at the girl, before shaking his head and 'pfft'ing away her accusations and explanations.
"Must I drink beer? Surely there's... some sort of alternative? Perhaps Courcy could drink in my stead?" He offered optimistically, his smile spreading wide and toothily, as he nudged Courcy back with his elbow and gave her a wink over his shoulder.
Though, he brought his hands down and gave Courcy a more meaningful look and nod, looking up at her with respect;
"Ah, Tilly's put aside spirits like alcohol and the like, for now. I think she said something about not wanting to rely on it as a crutch..?" He shrugged, his face stretching out in his own theatric display of skepticism,
"... I'm sure she'll still come over." He assured with a nod, looking back to the Schwarz Girl...
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Post by black379 on Dec 28, 2017 13:03:08 GMT -8
"C'mon then." The hellion offered Blood an unimpressed smirk, shaking her head at him. She sauntered to the front of the house, half to lead the man and half to follow the girl, and waited at the door for Lekalis to open it for them. "If she's not ready, she's not ready."
Courcy put a hand on her hip and her head tilted at the red-cloaked man. "How about one drink? Then, if you really must fetch her..."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 28, 2017 13:34:43 GMT -8
"This wine is for you! You must! Or too quickly you drink the wine." The Girl wiggled her shoulders emphatically, emphasizing the barrel of wine on her back.
Her blue-checked dressed twirled with her movements, and she gave a quick, futile knock on the front door to announce their presence. Ultimately, the noise was lost to the racket within.
So she opened the rickety door, which seemed about ready to pop off its hinges with any excessive movement.
"Ich hab' den Wein und die Engländer gebracht!" The girl called, sing-song, into the drunken crowd, who responded in kind, though what with was rather unintelligible.
The Girl shrugged the barrel of wine off her shoulders and nudged it with her bare foot to sit safely beneath the table.
The broken chair was pushed off to the side of the kitchen, where a buck-toothed man who seemed far too drunk to wisely allow near a hammer was currently attempted to repair it.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 28, 2017 14:41:57 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a curious mixture of pride and anxiety, he approached the door; rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged, glancing off and away, in what was just a touch too dramatic to be genuinely awkward,
"Ah, well, surely one drink won't keep me long." He mused, whether it was a boast or a warning, it wasn't wholly clear as he entered the rambunctious little abode under the arm of Courcy.
He made sure to slip his spear out of its sheath and set it aside, near the door, so no one might be whacked by its head. Though, in truth, he wasn't sure if half the denizens would really mind; either too drunk or too jolly.
Lekalis shared an indirect chuckle to the bustle of voices in a foreign tongue.
Lekalis' eyes looked back to Courcy as he followed the Schwarz Girl, and the wine, dutifully...
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Post by black379 on Dec 28, 2017 16:52:33 GMT -8
Courcy accompanied them inside, grinning at the happy occupants. She set her own weapon nearby Blood's spear, and rubbed her hands together in anticipation as she turned back to the crowd. The day had been trying enough so far, and unaccomplished, she was glad for some drink.
She showed a smile to Lekalis, but it slowly faded as she looked between the man with the chair, the girl with the wine, and the others. Even with all the joviality, Courcy felt out of place. Wringing her hands, she took up behind Blood. "D'you still plan for us to leave today?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 28, 2017 17:28:32 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It was a grim reminder, and he offered some space between himself and the exuberant party; he spied the Hellion's smile for an instant, and felt somewhat accomplished. He reached out and set his hand atop hers, bowing his head forward in sincerity;
"Aye... Don't worry about it, Courcy; we'll walk off whatever hangover the Schwarz' give us." He assured her with a short chuckle and a pat on the shoulder.
Lekalis motioned to the commotion behind him with a tired excitement,
"Come then, you've the look of a woman who'd drink the sea if she could!"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 28, 2017 17:53:35 GMT -8
The Girl was busy hunting down mugs. She had pulled open a wide cabinet and found one of many rough-hewn, wooden mugs; it seemed that they had been carved out relatively quickly.
Given the family it was made for, this might not be a surprise.
She dodged in between the members of her family and disappeared in the crowd for a brief moment, before returning with two mugs filled each with a frothy beer.
She distributed them among Courcy and Lekalis.
"My Mutti made... eh, fis stew! And you are welcome to eat, if you like!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 29, 2017 4:51:40 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a due chuckle, he nodded; looking to Courcy then the Girl with a clap of enthusiasm.
"Aye! Stew would be wonderful; my dear comrade hasn't eaten since morning." He explained with a sigh, motioning for Courcy to follow as he took up the stein with a brief look of hesitance.
The froth and smell was apparent, even over the din and fog of the party. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not, but with a modicum of reluctance in a glance to the girl, he rose the lip of the mug to his lips and took a strong sip.
His eyes immediately flicked to the window; gauging how long it'd be until he inevitably ran out and vomited. Truth be told, the immediate effects of the beer weren't apparent. If anything, he was a mite worried he hadn't drank enough. The taste was... something he was debating with every lick of his lips, before he took another swig. The froth staining the fine moustache beginning to grow above his lips...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 29, 2017 13:04:02 GMT -8
The Girl nodded, watching them partake with some amount of satisfaction.
"I shall find bowls for you." She half-turned, her back to the window, and spoke in rapid-fire to the men at the table. Two men happily relinquished their seats for their guests, and instead drifted to stand by the Hearth.
Once more, the Girl disappeared into the throng.
Though, while no one else seemed to see it, there was a face in the window. Familiar, yet... it was unmistakably corvine, with a bone-white beak and occuli the size of saucers. It had its fingers pressed onto the windowpane.
Of course, it was the Crowgazer.
As Lekalis looked, she would wave to him.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 29, 2017 14:47:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The mug immediately left his lips as he brought his cuff about, while still graceful, with due haste to stop beer from spilling as his eyes widened akin to those twin moons for eyes the Crowgazer held on her mask.
He wasn't sure if his surprise was born from worry or excitement. Truth be told, he was rather worried it may have been the latter. Or perhaps there was some sort of... illusory herb brewed within the wart and hops of the beer?
Either way, he took another quick draft and raised his hand to wave back at Florence; when the mug fell away, there was a beaming, froth-stached smile pointed back at the familiar mask and cracked lens.
He cast a quick glance to Courcy again, raising a hand and waving it halfwise by means of farewell;
"A-auf Wiedersehen. I'll be back!" He assured, as he bustled on and back out of the cabin.
The fresh air of the Harbor, as salty and fish-laden as it was, still managed to stand stark in contrast to the miasma of the German party. Enough so that it took him a moment to orient himself... It didn't help that a small tingling sensation began to arise in his fingertips. The hints of a buzz.
With a half-squint, he pinned down the corner he needed to rush around to meet the Crowgazer; which he did with long strides.
He rounded the corner with the same smile, though the froth was wiped away as he approached her blood-stained garb with some trepedatious Kilig, as he swept his cloak over his chest and did his best to raise his arms up from the sides.
Making a hasty apron, while offering a hug to her.
"I'm happy to see you, my dear Crowgazer."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 29, 2017 18:52:27 GMT -8
It did not take much time for Florence to close the distance between herself and Lekalis, and when she did, she performed her typical, re-learned hug: stiff-armed, rigid movements, like she needed oiling as she set her arms about him.
"I am pleased to see you, too." She shifted her chin to rest on his shoulder, so as to not jab him too severely with the beak. "And I have important news."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 29, 2017 18:57:58 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ah, you've learned well!" He accepted her hug, it was quite a bit better than holding a rigid robot as before. Though, admittedly, he could imagine his mind was being somewhat biased.
Lekalis missed this sensation; her rigidity against his own. He squeezed her well, and did his best, as ever.
He only halfly minded the fact he still held a stein in one hand, which he held with due precariousness as he disengaged from the embrace with a huff and sigh; his features sombered from their enraptured state, remembering Florence's past company of Tilly with an embarassing delay.
"I-important? Is Tilly..? She's well? Where is she?" He pressed, frowning as he pulled the mug of beer to his chest and clasped it in two of his hands.
An anxious third sup of the mug left it half drained, and frightfully alluring...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 29, 2017 19:15:50 GMT -8
"She is well, and she has decided to embark with you to the Cove, as it is much safer. I warn you that she may begin to exhibit symptoms very shortly. However, it is not for this purpose that I have sought you out."
Almost immediately, Florence began to rifle through her bag. She withdrew a fat pile of notes, though the stack on top was significantly more yellowed than the pages before-- and, more notably, ina different handwriting.
Her voice was hushed. "I have discovered what information I have been missing to rejoin vessel and soul, to return the deceased." Florence displayed the notes to Lekalis, as though he could read it all with just a glance.
"I must retrieve Tilly's friend from the Warrens or she shall be subject to unhealthy duress. In the event that I cannot return, I must leave these notes with Tilly-- you must not be found bearing these notes, or it shall endanger you."
She offered the papers to Lekalis.
"Please ensure that Tilly holds these notes, but encourage her to not read them."
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