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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 4, 2019 18:45:51 GMT -5
"I don't see why not. Give me a bit and I'll be back." With that the server turned away and left, his clothing trailing behind him as he went. His general path was towards the bar, but he had to make a few side stops at other tables to drop off their drinks as well.
What exactly was in all those vials that girl had? Was she one of those alchemists he always heard about, going around peddling nonsense about being able to turn things to gold? Eh, it wasn't any of his business... Unless she turned out to be dangerous that was. So far though, he hadn't gotten any vibes like that from her.
A few minutes later, he returned back to her table with both a mug and pitcher in hand. "Here you are." He said as he placed them both before her. "If you need anything else, now's the time to speak up."
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tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 19:41:08 GMT -5
“Okay, thank you.” The girl said, before walking quickly back to her seat. She placed each vial back into her bag, and sat down with a small huff of relief, all her coins in front of her. She gave a small, slightly stiff smile at the server when he came back. She poured the water into the mug, and took a sip silently. “Thank you,” She said, hesitating for a moment, before asking, “Can I also get a room? I have the money here.”
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Post by strider on Aug 4, 2019 19:53:42 GMT -5
That was definitely true. Kelsier hadn’t seen this many species in the same room in a while, it was both kind of nice and a little bit worrying, in case there was a fight. He’d protect Nico, of course, but with two dragons and who knew what else he worried about his chances. Well, there wasn’t a fight yet, anyway. He could feel Nico’s tension beside him as the boy touched him and he began to scan for the most quiet, out of the way place he could find. It wasn’t where he’d go on his own, but dragging Nico to the center of all this chaos would just be cruel. Besides, even though he hadn’t heard Sam, he guessed that if the other boy was there he’d have headed to a corner to wait. “Here we go.” He said brightly, and headed for the corner with the least amount of noise and general chaos. He moved to sit at a table, then stopped, a wide smile breaking over his face as he caught sight of Sam nearby, talking to someone else he didn’t know. “Nico, look, he’s already here. Must’ve been waiting for us to arrive.” Nico could tell that Kelsier was making sacrifices for him. Not on any large scale, of course, but he knew Kelsier had always been more social than he was. Well... when Nico had been really little he had been more willing to be social, but things had happened that had made him much less willing. Too many people in too tight a space left him jumpy and on edge, and honestly rather frightened. It was the feeling of the air pressing in on him, and an inability to breathe. He was about to say something about how it wasn't necessary until his eyes caught on Sam and a sigh of relief escaped him. "Thanks," Nico murmured, pulling Kelsier into a tight hug - one that was possibly a little juvenile for him, but he didn't care - and began to move towards Sam. He wasn't sure who his boyfriend was talking to, but he was honestly just relieved to see him. Letters weren't the same as seeing the other boy face to face, and he was glad for a chance to just relax and talk to the only person in the entire world who knew the whole of what he wanted out of his life. He was grateful for Kelsier, of course, and he loved his father with every fibre of his being, but there were secrets he needed to keep from him.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 4, 2019 20:38:59 GMT -5
L listened to her explain, soaking up all the details without necessarily knowing what to with with them. His eyes followed the chalice of milk, and he moved his own mead carefully to his other side, almost as though he was simply copying her. He was, in fact, copying her, for no other reason than that he wanted to see what she would do about it. “You’re a person. That’s something.” He pointed out, his tone purely thoughtful. His eyes narrowed a little though as she went on, and his suspicion that she was not an entirely honest sort of person stamped its foot like an agitated horse, demanding his attention. She couldn’t have been whatever she was for very long, or she’d know how to be a lot less conspicuous. Even he knew that, and he wasn’t lying to anyone’s face. Probably she’d recently lost some money, and didn’t yet know what to do about it. He tilted his head, considering first her, then the ruined papers in front of him. “Why aren’t you paying for your room?” He asked finally, instead of answering her question. “What happened? Can I help?” Ougi’s eyebrow twitched when L began to mimic her movements. It was like a mirror, and it bothered her. Something about... mirrors. She shook her head, not understanding why that would bother her. But when he mentioned that she was indeed a person, that distracted her from the bother. ”Yeah... I am,” she affirmed, thankful rather than lashing out against his consoling. She sat up a little straighter, the shadow from her hood shifting from covering her entire face to just covering her forehead. The loner adjusted her mouth and slid the chalice of milk away, even though it was about empty. The room question shook her out of that gratitude slightly, and she drew her head back. “What would you do about it if I wasn’t?” She was quick to assume that he was working for the inn, or at least somehow affiliated and intentionally asking these questions. Her chair ground against the cobble floor when she stood suddenly. “I have to... get another drink,” she announced under her breath.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 20:45:45 GMT -5
<Raintalon> ®Hawkpath® Sησω striderSamuel answered Mallory with a smile. "My boyfriend and his dad." He nodded in the direction of Kelsier. "They traveled here as well." He glanced toward Anika. "As for the crowd, I'm hoping that it will clear up a bit. It's getting closer to evening around now." He nodded toward the small boy, Amico. He murmured to Mallory, chuckling. "I think you have a fan." The little boy was dragging his sister in Mallory's direction. The boy moved over as if summoned and looked up at Mallory. "Is your mommy a dragon too?" He asked, then glancing at Mei. Sam chuckled, then backed up. "See you around, Mallory." He walked over to Kelsier, shaking his head a little. "Hello sir!" He said cheerfully, even though he'd known Kelsier for close to two years. Then he turned to Nico, smile having gained a light reserved for Nico. "Hey," he said. Then he hugged Nico - lightly, like he liked, so he could easily break away whenever he wanted. "Missed ya. ," he said.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 4, 2019 20:55:45 GMT -5
The server winced slightly, then shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't help with that one, since I only service around the drinks. You'll have to take it up with the barkeep back there." He jabbed a thumb back, pointing towards the bar he had just come from. "He should be able to assist you with setting something up."
Well, if that was all she needed, then he was done here. He turned to leave again. "If you require anything else related to beverages, however, just ask for Sandalphon and I'll see what I can do."
Just as he had moved to walk away however, "Oh, right." The server cast a look back at the girl over his shoulder, a small smile of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just a bit of advice, when you go to speak with the Barkeeper, don't ask about that bauble on his finger. Unless you want a hour long ramble about something akin to how he fought off three golems with naught but a stick to get it, or stole it from a demon."
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Post by paradoxnpc on Aug 4, 2019 21:13:10 GMT -5
The burly barkeep tossed his rag onto a shelf underneath the countertop and picked up an iron tankard. "Nothing you're used to drinking, I'm sure." Markus replied to glittering man that had deposited himself gracefully upon one of the stools. The bearded man gestured with the tankard to the barrels against the back wall. "Quyker Rum, Oak Brandy, Midnight Wine, Petralis Mead, and Honey Pine Dew." He turned back to Vincent and set the empty tankard in front of him. "Can get one of my gremlins to brew you a lavender tea, but you'll have to wait for it." He leaned against the counter on one hairy arm. "So what'll ya have?" ~∂єѕтιиу
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 4, 2019 21:45:18 GMT -5
[[ Plot || Arlo ]] A young blonde woman sat by herself in a less crowded part of the tavern, a paintbrush in her hand. Her face was hidden behind a canvas, propped up on a portable easel with a cloth stretched under it to catch any dripping paint. To one side of her was a palette and a jar of water, to the other was a tankard and a leatherbound notebook. Arlo leaned to the side to look around the room, the subject of her painting. It was rather busy today with quite a few unfamiliar faces. Was there something going on today? If they were supposed to have half priced drinks or something no one had told her, she should probably check sometime... after she got just a little more done on this painting. Looking around, Danny spotted one person who seemed a little out of place among the hubbub, even with two dragons in the room. Someone had set up an entire little paint studio on one of the tables, drop cloth and everything. She must have been here before the rush came to have claimed an entire table to herself. With the back of the easel towards him, Danny wondered what it was the person was painting. Holding his drink aloft to prevent spills, the magician wove around other patrons and tables to come up behind the painter, a young woman. He paused. He had never been great at talking to girls. Somehow she seemed familiar though... he had probably seen her the day he arrived, delirious, right before he passed out in his room. "That's amazing." He said out loud, already kicking himself for not picking a better opening line. Hopefully he hadn't startled her.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 4, 2019 21:48:53 GMT -5
(make sure to @ the npc account when attempting to get the attention of one of the characters. The tavern is rather busy, they might not hear you the first time )
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 4, 2019 21:51:07 GMT -5
Vincent hummed, his elbow slipping off the counter as he sat himself up straight. “Ah, no?” he chuckled halfheartedly. While he spoke, he cast a brief glance of annoyance towards the other clientele, a subtle eye roll following as he focused back on Markus. When the man spoke, a friendly smile replaced his scowl in an instant, and he laughed softly at his words. “Brandy’s fine, dear, could I get a meal with that too?” He asked, his hands folding on the counter top. “Are you usually this full? ‘Quite the crowd in here for a little town,” paradoxnpc
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Post by Sησω on Aug 4, 2019 21:59:14 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you!" Mallory waved goodbye as her new acquaintance as he disappeared back into the crowd. The girl's gaze landed on her 'fan', who she recognized as one of the kids who'd been hanging near the baker and red dragon. He was dragging along an older girl. Possibly his sister? Mallory had seen them together when she first entered the tavern. She perked up as he started speaking. Someone else with a dragon mother! "Mhm," she replied with a nod. Is that red dragon over there your mom?" Mallory asked, pointing towards Cham.
Anika sat at the bar, tails swishing patiently as she waited for a server to approach her. Hopefully I don't smell too bad, she thought with a sigh, shaking one of her heads. In the meantime, she continued to make sure her daughter was in her field of view. She was still talking to other human children, much to the dragon's delight. When at last someone came, Anika ordered a tankard of Petralis Mead along with some squash and fish soup. Unfortunately they told her that there was no children's menu, but she planned on sharing her meal. Careful not to step on anyone, the four-headed dragon picked up her food and drink and moved over to a table close to where Mallory, Amico and Mei were.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 22:30:13 GMT -5
"Mom Cham!" Amico agreed excitedly. He looked over at Cham, who was the only one he could see out of his two adopted parents. "Who's your mom? She's bigger! And has soooooo many more heads!" He seemed excited with this. He glanced at Mei again. "And this is my sister. She's nice. What's your name?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 4, 2019 22:34:10 GMT -5
Mei stood still as Amico finally stopped in front of someone - another child, and he was apparently thrilled to meet her. She kept a grasp on her little brother’s hand, but seemed to have no interest in introducing herself to Mallory. Instead, she used the momentary pause in activity his curiosity gave her to look around at the other occupants of the tavern. There were a lot of them - something she didn’t necessarily find unpleasant, but she wouldn’t want to stay here for a long time, either, if she could avoid it. She wasn’t sure she’d ever understand how Amico just...walked up to people and started talking to them.
She tilted her head a little as she spotted Anika - she was used to dragons, thanks to Cham, but she didn’t often see others. And she was Mallory’s mother...she and Cham would have something to talk about, then.
And maybe that would be sooner rather than later. The dragon had gotten to her feet and was approaching them, apparently having decided to join the conversation. She watched her as she came closer, her wide eye trained curiously on the massive creature. “Amico, make room,” she said, shuffling over a little to make room as she realized that she would need a bigger place to sit if she wanted to be where they were without smashing any tables.
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Post by strider on Aug 4, 2019 23:05:12 GMT -5
mintedstar/furNico returned the smile easily, appreciating how well Sam knew him after two years. The right pressure in the hug that allowed him to pull away, and the softness to his smile that held no trace of mockery. Sometimes it was more than Nico felt he deserved. "It's been too long," he agreed, lacing his fingers in Sam's. He knew it was a cliche thought, but he always felt as though they fit perfectly together. He held gently enough that either he or Sam could pull away if they wanted, but tight enough to reassure the other boy that they were no longer separated by the distance of duty and inconvenience. "Anything new since I last saw you?" he asked, voice soft. In general, Nico softened when around Sam, like his hard edges had been briefly filed away. Cloverleaf"I'll be fighting by your side if you ever ask it of me," Noah replied, and though he meant it, the tone was noncommittal. As long as Auguste was willing to drag him around and be his brother... well, as long as he was able to mean something to anyone, even just his brother, he'd do anything for them. He'd die for Auguste's cause if he were asked to, if only because he had no real cause of his own. He felt sometimes that perhaps he wasn't worthy of one. Yet his brother knew that... perhaps that was why he had never asked it so explicitly. He was silent as Auguste guided them away from the mysterious man, though something in Noah drew him towards the stranger. As though the stranger was the answer to an unasked question. He shook the thought away and followed Auguste.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 23:22:31 GMT -5
Nico's hand was warm in Sam's and Sam couldn't help glancing down at them. Cliche feelings or not, he agreed. It felt comforting that they were like this. "Wish I could say same old same old, but you'd probably notice when I'm walking around." There was amused embarrassment in his voice. "Dad has been teaching me how to ride a horse. It keeps resulting in many a fall. He's gotten me a horse too. I can ride now. Dismounting is rocky. So is taking care of them." He glanced at Nico, eyes bright and laughing. "What about you? Don't suppose you're secretly a horse whisperer who can solve all my equestrian problems?" Nico had been able to solve all his other problems. All the ones that mattered. He'd helped Nico through some rough times, which he was forever grateful for.
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Post by strider on Aug 4, 2019 23:39:07 GMT -5
"Impressive," Nico replied, voice light. "I suppose you're gonna have to teach me and that at some point we can ride off into the sunset together and send our dads lots of letters as we discover every bit of the world that hasn't been discovered before." It was a joke, of course, but there was a part of it that Nico wished was real. He wanted to leave and see what the world had to offer, though he knew he could never leave his dad behind like that. He wouldn't want to. Despite his tendency to be overprotective, Kelsier was the best dad Nico could imagine having. He wasn't giving that up. "Animals don't really like me much," he admitted with a small laugh. "Which, I suppose, makes being a goatherd a bit more difficult than it has to be." In truth, the goats were used to him, so they didn't mind him. "If you want a horse whisperer boyfriend I'm afraid you're out of luck here." He squeezed Sam's hand lightly. "I'm glad we're both here," he admitted softly, so only Sam could hear.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 23:56:13 GMT -5
"Huuum. I'd win all the races. But I'd also fall down more," said Sam, going along with the joke even though part of him ached to fulfill the wish of the part of Nico who wanted more than the life he was leading. But they both knew that there was parts of their current life they weren't willing to give up. Maybe not yet. But who knew what the future held. Maybe it did indeed include horse rides into the sunset. "Yeah," snorted Sam, remembering the whole animal thing. He raised one hand, waving a hand at the imagined sunset and the fantasy. "More realistic: your riding a goat and I'm riding the horse. There. We still have the sunset and the world. Two out of three!" He accepted the hand squeeze with one of his own smiles. "Oh shh. I think I'm lucky just with you as you are." He leaned his head on Nico's shoulder for just a second before straightening again. "I'm glad you're here too." Wait ... that wasn't what Nico had said. Sam colored a little. "And that I'm here. In the same place." He coughed, aware that sounded awkward. "Wow. If you wanted a not awkward boyfriend you're out of luck too," he said with a smile, shaking his head a bit. "Did you want me to get us anything? To eat or drink?"
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Post by strider on Aug 5, 2019 0:12:20 GMT -5
Nico laughed at the image of Sam on a horse, feet ahead of him but inches from falling off. Granted, any races between the two of them, novice horsemen that they were, would be incredibly slow, so the danger probably wasn't really all that bad. One day, though. One day they would see the world, and maybe that meant taking parts of their life with them as they did. Nico couldn't wait for that day, when it was just the two of them doing their thing without having to sacrifice anything important to them. That was what it was all building up to, right? Eventually they could disappear for maybe a month or two and explore. "I'm not really sure there are a whole ton of goats who can hold my wait," Nico replied, grinning. "Though that'd be quite a sight to behold. Perhaps we'd become a fairy tale. The two boys who ran away, one on horseback, the other on goatback." He let his eyes drift shut as he pictured it, feeling the weight of Sam's head against his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows as Sam straightened, then stumbled over his words. "What's the fun in a not awkward boyfriend?" NIco teased. "If that were the case I wouldn't get to see you blushing, and there's nothing cuter than that. And I could eat, but don't think you're distracting me that easy."
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Post by paradoxnpc on Aug 5, 2019 0:25:02 GMT -5
Markus stored the iron tankard beneath the counter and brought out a clay brandy tumbler in its place. "Can indeed. Mushroom stew's just about ready if you want it fresh. Three coin for the lot. If you want anything els- blast it." As he was speaking, the barkeep had turned to a blank place on the wall where the list of meal items was supposed to be hung. The man bent down and scooped the tattered parchment off the floor, the peg hole in the top showing signs of repeated tears and patches. Licking his thumb, Markus mashed the torn edges back together again and hung it on the designated peg. Across the long page in surprisingly neat script was written: ~ Menue ~ Porridge Mushroom stew with corn bread Leg of mutton and goose eggs Beef stew and sourdough Squash and fish soup Mutton meatloaf Rabbit and baked pumpkin Bread-bowl stew Hot beet soup and fresh bread Bog-beetle dumplings Wayfarers' cake Cooked wolf steak Wren pot pie and cattail soup Thistle salad with roasted grubs Barbecued gopher legs on a stick Spiced potatoes "Take your pick, but choose the wrong one and you could be here a while." The barkeep noted. "Depends on what the cooks have ready." He looked out into the people filling the seats of the tavern, travelers and locals alike mingling among the tables. "As for the crowd, 's not uncommon, but we didn't used to get a lot of outsiders." He answered gruffly. "Not many choose to brave the forest to make it here, this town doesn't have a whole lot to offer if one isn't looking for solitude." He reached onto one of the shelves behind him and grabbed a tall ceramic bottle plugged with a stopper. Swishing it a bit, he pulled the stopper off and poured a deep cinnamon-colored brandy into the tumbler on the counter top. "What with all the disappearances lately, its a surprise anyone comes at all. But come they do, and many choose to stay." He looked Vincent in the eyes, "Once something arrives in this village, be it news or folk, often times they never leave." He straightened up and recapped the brandy, turning away to place it back on the shelf. ~∂єѕтιиу
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 5, 2019 0:38:39 GMT -5
It had been worth a shot distracting Nico from his blush. Apparently not good enough and there was no fooling him. "I don't have to say you're correct," he said, trying to keep his expression even. "But I have to because I wasn't exactly making it hard to tell." Nico always made it so easy to be ... normal around him. Like Sam could be himself- whoever that was and he wasn't always sure himself - without having to wonder if that was what he was supposed to be. It even allowed for the awkward times when he got caught up in their mutual fantasy and ended up not saying what he'd meant to. "Anyway," Sam said slowly. "You don't want to go out there into that mess." He nodded at all the people. "We can just wait for that poor overworked waiter if we need something. Or I think my dad mentioned something about grabbing some food." Sam waved Nico further into the corner, where there were a couple chairs and a very small table free. "You want to tell me about where you're headed next?" he asked. "Are you staying here more then one night? Maybe I could take you riding tomorrow for a couple hours. Just the two of us. If you don't mind me falling off a few times."
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Post by strider on Aug 5, 2019 1:07:48 GMT -5
Nico glanced back at the crowd and nodded his agreement. "No way you could get me out into there," he laughed lightly, glancing back to see if Kelsier had found someone to talk to. He hoped he had. After all, for all of the quiet that Nico needed, he sometimes felt that his father needed that same amount of time with other people. He didn't know for sure, though. There were certainly times when it was hard to read the man, even though he had known him his whole life. "If your dad grabs something that would be wonderfully convenient," he commented, trying to catch sight of Hector. Of course both of their dads would be hovering somewhere nearby, but not near enough to necessarily catch all of the conversation. And with how crowded it was getting, it was still hard to see anyone nearby. So instead of worrying, Nico followed Sam to the small table and took a seat. "Honestly half the time I feel like we follow the goats around, and the other half Dad doesn't really tell me where we're going. I think he supposes it doesn't matter, or he's worried that I'll try to go away if I know all the time where we're going... I don't know. I suppose we're staying here at least for tonight, and I can probably push for tomorrow night as well. Chances are we're going back home after that, but..." Nico shrugged. Although they still technically lived in town, it sometimes felt like their little home was too far away to really be useful.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 5, 2019 1:20:48 GMT -5
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 5, 2019 1:21:59 GMT -5
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 5, 2019 1:22:03 GMT -5
Vincent curled his lip back slightly at the suggestion, tossing his head in a lazy tilt as he considered it. After a moment, his shoulders lifted into a shrug as he prepared to speak, but his words died in his throat as the barkeep suddenly turned around and cursed mid-sentence. The performer watched with lifted eyebrows as the bigger man disappeared behind the counter, returning into vision a moment later with his tattered looking menu. A distasteful look passed over his expression as he watched the man reattach it, hardly giving the freshly available options more than a glance before proceeding on with his original order. “Whatever you can have out quick will be...fine.” He smiled. The agile man sat up straight as Markus spoke of the town, his fingers tugging at his sleeves with disinterest. While the man spoke of the limited offerings, he chuckled with a nod. “No it does not,” he agreed lightly, his smile cold. His eyes lowered carefully as the man began to pour his drink, watching for a mistake in his work. A smirk tugged at his lips while he listened, his gaze briefly shooting towards the man’s face. “Disappearances?” He grinned, allowing Markus to finish his response with a newfound cat-like fascination in his pale eyes. “I can’t imagine,” he sighed, a stifled grin threatening to break through the forlorn look he was demonstrating. He wondered what had provoked the man’s need to lie to him, if perhaps he was simply trying to make his town seem more extravagant in the eyes of a traveler - or if potentially the poor bastard was just tellings tales from his boredom. It wouldn’t be the first time, so the man looked forwards with a patient enthusiasm for whatever he would hear. paradoxnpc
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 5, 2019 6:45:20 GMT -5
Kelsier returned the hug without hesitation, then watched as the boys greeted each other and immediately slid into conversation, his smile small and warm and genuine. The two of them together made him feel like he’d managed to do something right by his son, something he often struggled to feel was true. After his wife and daughter, how could he be enough? How could he ever hope to replace the light they’d been, when he had been the one benefitting from it? Sam was a light that Kelsier was great fun for, beyond words. He let them move away, who wanted their dad hanging around on a date? And looked around for someone else to talk to while they caught up. There was Hecter, the other boy’s father. Kelsier smiled and waved at him, glancing at Nico for half a second. He didn’t want to go far when the tavern was this busy, but Nico was right: he’d like someone to talk to while they had their date.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 5, 2019 6:50:08 GMT -5
Looking around, Danny spotted one person who seemed a little out of place among the hubbub, even with two dragons in the room. Someone had set up an entire little paint studio on one of the tables, drop cloth and everything. She must have been here before the rush came to have claimed an entire table to herself. With the back of the easel towards him, Danny wondered what it was the person was painting. Holding his drink aloft to prevent spills, the magician wove around other patrons and tables to come up behind the painter, a young woman. He paused. He had never been great at talking to girls. Somehow she seemed familiar though... he had probably seen her the day he arrived, delirious, right before he passed out in his room. "That's amazing." He said out loud, already kicking himself for not picking a better opening line. Hopefully he hadn't startled her. hopefully this post makes since it's way too late here and my cat kept diving on my keyboard purring when i was like halfway through typing this
Unfortunately, Arlo had failed to notice that one of the people she'd seen across the room a moment ago had walked up behind her. She turned sharply at the sound of a voice, accidentally slinging a few small drops of blue paint across both the painting and the man who'd spoken. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize anyone was there- uh..." she looked around for something to wipe the paint off, but all she had was the drop cloth, also dotted with paint. "Sorry about that," she said again, managing a sort of awkward, apologetic smile. Usually she paid more attention to what was going on around her, especially on busier days, but she'd been too distracted by her painting. "Uh, thanks though- I've still got a bit to work on but I'm pretty happy with it so far," she paused, her head tilted slightly, her visible eye narrowed a fraction. Had she seen him before somewhere? It was strange, she was usually good at keeping track of who came and went, but she couldn't quite remember... She was pretty sure she'd seen him at some point before today at least, but wasn't sure when. "Have you been here very long?"
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