Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 5, 2019 6:56:36 GMT -5
(I feel like I should start using her name lol)
Madeline raised her eyebrows slightly, a small smirk on her face, before she said, “Yeah, I won’t. Thank you.” She downed the rest of her water, and stood up. She examined the table, checking to see if she’d left anything behind. Then, she walked over to the bar, waiting silently.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 5, 2019 8:26:26 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. L watched her draw back with interest; the fact that he was being rude slid right over his head. What would he do? He considered the question seriously. He wasn’t officially anything, a poet hardly counted as a sheriff and despite the cheating and the lying, why did he care? Because she was breaking the rules. They were there for a reason, and by not paying she was hurting the people who worked here, especially since she was also eating and drinking here. Wasn’t it his job to stop her? Then again, he didn’t think she could pay, which made all the difference. She wasn’t intentionally hurting anyone, she was just doing her best in a bad situation. His conflicted expression softened a little, and he started as she suddenly stood, wrenched from his own thoughts. “How are you going to pay for it?” He blurted out, then cursed his inability to shut up, not for the first time and certainly not the last. “I mean, nothing. I’m only a poet, what could I possibly do if you happened to not be paying for your room?” He smiled again, a small, worried sort of expression that made him look a bit childish. “Um...what happened? You lost your home somehow, didn’t you?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 5, 2019 12:10:11 GMT -5
"Of course," Sam said with a bit of a sigh. Sometimes it was just as complicated to know where Hector and he would be going. But he knew that both him and Sam would find a way to end up in the same place again. It was just what happened. They had talked a lot through letters. About their day, what they planned, and when they would meet up again. It didn't feel like they had been missing much news between the two of them other than the first hand experience of telling it. But Sam had missed having Nico near him. They couldn't hold hands through a letter. It was hard to look at Nico's eyes through pieces of parchment. "I heard from locals that it's too dangerous to go outside at night here," Sam said, sounding disappointed. "I would have liked to hear you name off the constellations again." He hadn't heard it in a while and Nico had always seemed uncannily good at it. "Did you have plans to do something this evening?" Sam asked. "I made a few more sketches. And I know you're always nice and look at them, but I don't want to interrupt if you and your dad had plans." They weren't good sketches and both of them knew it. Sam did it to get the images out of his head rather than to grow any artistic talents. "Or can you think of something else to do?" Itwas an honest and hopeful question.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 5, 2019 14:46:11 GMT -5
It was unfortunate that they could never count on seeing each other as often as either of them would have liked. It was as though their lives were parallel lines and they could speak with each other as they travelled along in the form of letters, but they never crossed paths. Okay, so that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was how it felt. After all, the timbre of a laugh couldn’t be hard through written words. “I don’t care if it’s too dangerous,” Nico murmured quietly, a mischievous look in his eye. “I want to leave here with you just for tonight and sit on top of the roof and show you all the constellations like we did a few months ago… and then we could talk about what else we think is out there, and all the adventures we could have together if there weren’t things keeping us where we are.” His words were so quiet that they were almost a whisper. He knew they couldn’t… well, he knew they shouldn’t, but he wasn’t sure that was going to stop him. After all, what could possibly attack them on the roof? Other than the dragons, but they seemed friendly for now. “No,” he murmured after a few moments of letting himself imagine that. “No, I don’t have plans, and there’s nothing I want more right now than to see your sketches.” Sam could say as much as he wanted that they weren’t good, but they were honestly much better than anything Nico could do. Not to mention that they seemed so strange and mysterious, like Sam had whole other worlds in his head. “Let’s look at your sketches first and then we can see if it’s really too dangerous to go outside.”
Noah had to admit that he was a little bit overwhelmed by the huge number of people that seemed to be in the inn, though he didn't say anything. He supposed he had to get comfortable with larger groups of people at some point in his life, so what better time to start than now, right? He shook the thought away, not really wanting to dwell on that right now. Maybe it would be good for him in the long run, but it didn't seem like it now. "You know I believe in you and your cause," Noah replied quietly, but they both knew that where Auguste was easily willing to put down his life for it, Noah wasn't able to pin the meaning of his life on one thing. Did that make his life meaningless? He didn't know.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 5, 2019 15:19:31 GMT -5
Kelsier watched as Hector made his way over, relieved to have someone to talk to 8nstead of awkwardly waiting for the younger boys to get done. While he did want to keep a good eye on them, especially at night, he didn’t really want to be leaning over Nico’s shoulder and hearing every word he said. He was a person, and people deserved their privacy. Even when it was hard to give. He smiled boyishly as the other father, and answered with a laugh in his tone. “Nico, too. You’d think they didn’t write to each other constantly, but I suppose it’s hardly as good as being able to hear a person’s voice.” He shook his head. As much as he worried, sometimes, that Sam would break Nico’s scarred heart, he was deeply grateful to the other boy for all the good he’d done. “Oh, they’re quite well, thank you. They’ve been enjoying to good whether even more than we have, and the flowers they love are in full bloom. And yourself? How’s the ferrier’s life been?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 5, 2019 15:30:29 GMT -5
Ougi's partially hidden face emphasized her recoil from L. It wasn't so much his abnormal behavior as his suspicious questioning that warded her off. She hoped to escape this questioning by walking away at a swift, but still casual pace, until he continued suddenly and her shoulders rose in a jolt. Her moccasins slid to a halt and her head turned slowly to peer backward over her shoulder. "Shh!" was her first, immediate response. It was instinct to shut him up about paying for this and that, or more specifically not paying. Even with a small crowd here, making the two of them more discreet, it wasn't worth the risk. But what he said next relaxed her slightly. The worst threat, it turned out, wasn't him turning her in, but instead him accidentally compromising her. There was a lack of accusation that allowed her legs to unlock and her chalice to lower. It hovered at her waist a moment before returning to the table, signaling that she decided not to get a refill. Besides, she had no way to get one without the money and the excuse had just been something to get her away from L. The vagrant was narrowing her eyes now, something between skepticism and amusement. They still carried tragedy, though, complimented by a few scrapes on one cheek. "...I don't believe in lucky guesses," she murmured softly. "But you seem a lot more sure of that than how you're acting." She refrained from speaking on the matter of how she lost her home, actually pulling her mouth back to resist saying anything. But the traces of ash on the shoulders of her cloak would tell anyone particularly perceptive what they needed to know. As if giving him time to perceive this, she hesitated before starting again. "Anyway, what's a poet doing looking for inspiration in a dank tavern? Or are you just drinking your sadness away like all the other adults?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 5, 2019 16:52:37 GMT -5
Sam smiled with the same mischievousness he could seem dancing in Nico's eyes. He was right. What could possibly happen to them on the roof, so far from every else? And he'd enjoyed last month. They'd talked about places they'd made up in there head. Places far away that they had heard of but never seen - places they hadn't, but felt just as real. And Sam's drawings, which seemed like things out of dreams, though he'd never seen the starry sky and distant planets even in the word of sleep. He wanted to. Really. And maybe, if he could work up the courage to do it, then he could encourage Nico that they should. Soon. For now, however, he turned to the satchel at his side. He was no artist. He didn't sketch what he could see. But sometime images jumped into his head and wouldn't let him go. His smile was once again a touched embarrassed. "It's the library again this time. One would think I was bookish or something." He set the sketch pad on the table, flipping through it. His shading was poor, his proportion off, and angles would have looked better in an abstract painting. But you could tell what he was drawing. He flipped past shots of people (a woman with short hair, a person with a short fringe of beard and well thought out make-up, a man with a tangle of hair drawn back in a ponytail, an older teen with his hair cropped short) who he had never met. He'd done real people that, on a whim, he'd tried to draw as well. Nico, for starters. And Hector and Kelsier. He'd done people he didn't know as well, just to see what happened, but it always felt like he wasn't drawing what he wanted to. He had only shown Nico those. He wasn't good enough for anything else. Other then the real people, the ones from his head had no names and other than the occasional sketch he never thought of them. There were also regular scenes. Houses he'd never been in. Places he wanted to see. These far outnumbered the people and there had even been some marginal improvement to his latest drawing. Some repeated. The library had been drawn three times. The latest sketch showed a shot of the ceiling with Sam's attempts at stars laid across it. They looked too large and cartoonish. "I don't even like to read that much," Sam said, chuckling. "But there has to be large libraries out there like this. I think I wanted the ceiling painted like the night sky. But it's hard to show with charcoal. The city it would be in would have to be large too. Larger than this town. But with plenty of quite, interesting corners we could both hang out in." He's smile was excited as he glanced at Nico. "But you could look up at this ceiling or out the big windows whenever and see so much."
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Post by Protractor on Aug 5, 2019 20:52:45 GMT -5
(Ok,where tf is Jack supposed to be bc I'm lost
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 5, 2019 21:18:10 GMT -5
(No worries. That's why there are people to explain. Okay, so, what's started is a plot. A large event. You don't have to participate in the event - you and anyone can continue to RP in the familiar living room and hallway of the Paradox House. But if you want, this is a special event, which happens about once a year or so. What happens is your character - for example Jack - is used in this event. He would be given fake memories of a life in this medieval time period we're all RPing in. The fake memories would fit in with the world (example: he's a tailor in one of the shops in town and has been all his life). For various reasons, all these character go to the inn mentioned on the front page (reading the front page should help with some confusion). Once your character ended up at the inn, then he can interact with the characters already there. None of his memories from his world or the Paradox House are in tact. It's like this character has a completely different past and history. As the event goes on, the characters memories and powers will come back as they complete tasks. By the end of the event, there will also be some lore about how the Paradox House exists. At least, that's what I've experienced during the last two complete plots I've been through. Falcon's post here also explains a bit better: wcrpforums.com/post/2702053/thread )
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Post by Protractor on Aug 5, 2019 21:27:46 GMT -5
(Ight,that sounds rather interesting.Certainly one of the stranger things he's going to go through at least.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 5, 2019 21:41:46 GMT -5
(Would it be ok if Jack ended up a drunkard in this?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 5, 2019 22:22:16 GMT -5
(probably not? I'm not completely sure, but I don't think the forum rules really encourage that? I'm not actually sure what those are up to these days, however.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 5, 2019 22:56:02 GMT -5
“Sorry.” L said quickly, putting a finger up to his own lips. As though shushing himself would help him be quieter, which it actually might. He watched her anxiously, waiting to see if she’d still walk away. It would be easy enough to disappear in this crowd, and while he wasn’t exactly trying to make new friends he didn’t like the idea of people being angry with him, either. He’d noticed her scratched cheek and the ash on her shoulder already, as well as the way she seemed a bit curled up, all the edges of her mind pointed in instead of out. People did that when something bad had happened and they needed to think it through, but didn’t have time, and he knew she didn’t have money, so she wouldn’t be staying in an inn unless she didn’t have another place to go. He didn’t think it was that far of a leap to guess she’d lost her home and everything she owned, and now was trying to survive in a world that said money. He was all too aware of how necessary the coins in his pocket were, and how bad it could be if you had no more to give. “I didn’t guess. You’ve got something on your shoulder. And you wouldn’t be trying to steal from a dusty inn unless you were out of options. It’s obvious.” He tried to explain it to her, but he thought he was doing a bad job of it, somehow. A quick glance around confirmed that the inn was still packed and noisy, so he went on, far less enthusiastic when he was talking about himself. “There’s plenty of inspiration if you look for it. Look at people’s faces, the light and dark of their eyes. Listen to the way they walk and talk, the way your skin feels when they laugh. People can be as much inspiration as any lonely hill at night, you know.” As always, it sounded better unspoken, written in poor handwriting on old parchment, but she’d asked. “I like to describe everything. Even the most human parts of the world can be beautiful, I think.”
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 5, 2019 23:30:43 GMT -5
Hector smiled back at Kelsier. Hector knew a fair amount of people, and he had plenty of family back home. But he traveled enough that seeing a friendly face was always a pleasant time.
"No, I suppose not. Better to meet in person. And Sam's been wanting to show Nico what he's learned with the horses. Actually, I think he might try and take Nico with him on a ride, if that's alright with you." Hector said, remembering how excited Sam had been as he started to get a more confident seat. He was glad Sam was taking to it well; horses were one of Hector's passions and he was glad he could share that with Sam. "If you ever want your boy to learn to ride, I don't mind if he tags along with Sam sometime; they're small enough to both fit on his horse."
"Good, good." He answered, glad to hear they were doing well; it would mean less stress for the family. "I've been shoeing quite a bit recently; lots of horses outgrowing their shoes from the start of summer. Good for the pocketbook, bad for the back." He quipped good-naturedly.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 6, 2019 0:37:04 GMT -5
("I don't believe in lucky guesses" was her way of saying she knew he wasn't just guessing btw) Ougi released the chalice from her hand and looked down at L with a traveling stare. When he pointed out aspects of her, she couldn't help but bring her gaze down at herself. She wasn't necessarily dressed in rags under the cloak, but it was clear it was the only tunic and pair of pants she now owned. Lived in for at least several weeks without changing or washing. There was a nervous glance around the tavern before she bent at the waist and knees and slid back into her wooden chair. She might have done something about the ruined pages on the table, had he seemed more worried about the accident. There was an intensity in her look when he revealed how he knew about her though. She not only was surprised by his perceptiveness, but grateful for it. She had always been of a similar mind and didn't usually find others like that. "So you really are a poet," the vagrant murmured when he spoke about himself. Even when it was about him, it was really about other people and the world around him. "Some people believe that the poet has a better answer to why we exist than anyone else does." Ougi was pulling on a thread now, selecting it carefully and hoping it would lead her somewhere. She signified her intent to stay put by crossing her ankles under her chair, her elbows finding the edge of the table.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 6, 2019 1:55:04 GMT -5
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?"
(Sorry about the late response!! )
Danny jumped back a little as paint flew in his direction, but a few drops of blue still managed to land on his shirt. "It was entirely my fault," He assured the painter. "It's definitely not the first time I've gotten something on this shirt."
He took the hem in one hand and tried to shake some of the paint off, to no avail. "I'll charm it later I guess."
Shrugging, he turned his attention back to the young woman's painting. A recreation of the room around them, captured in splashes of color on the canvas. It was good, well beyond anything he could hope to produce. He was lucky if anyone could read his handwriting. "No, I arrived in town, uh, either yesterday or today," He replied, a little embarrassed he didn't know for sure. "It was a long trip, I just sort of passed out once I got into my room here." He tipped his head to the side, still unable to shake the feeling that he had met this girl before. "Do you work here? You seem familiar, I might have seen you when I came in the first time."
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Post by paradoxnpc on Aug 6, 2019 2:39:48 GMT -5
"'Aye," Markus replied, flagging down one of the servers and sending them into the kitchen. "Been talk of the town, not that there's much to talk of elsewise. We've lost eleven so far, five taken and the two search parties that went after them. Learned our lesson, we did, now no one goes looking for the lost." The barkeep stepped to the side to pick up his rag again, along with a cup that needed cleaning. His demeanor seemed indifferent, just passing along town gossip, but a hardness in his eyes betrayed emotion. Had he known one of the missing perhaps? Or maybe it was just frustration from lack of action. He continued speaking regardless. "Those that go missing were out in the dark, now all of us make sure to stay indoors when the night comes. In fact- The big man leaned over the counter to see out the nearest window. "- it looks just about time for the bells. Self-imposed curfew I recon, but we haven't had any disappearances out of those that follow it." He gestured to Vincent with the cleaning rag. "I'd suggest you do the same, traveler, and don't tempt your fate with this forest. You find it funny, but if we don't risk ourselves for locals, no one'll even think about going after you. Ah, here it is." The last statement was made at the appearance of the food. Taking the steaming dish from the server, Markus delivered it to Vincent. "Here you go." ~∂єѕтιиу
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 6, 2019 9:55:09 GMT -5
Vincent sat back, smirking. He was intrigued, but not quite believing. From his reclined position, he reached out and dragged his drink closer to him and then into his hand, eyeing it skeptically. As Markus talked he looked down into the liquid, swirling it close to the brim with a bored frown until the man paused to examine the near window. He lifted his eyes, watching the man’s face as he leaned slightly closer. By the time the man turned back to him he was met with an openly amused expression, his eyebrow raised. “Really?” He remarked simply, his feigned concern a now blatant tease. He recoiled slightly at the final comment as his stew was presented, perhaps impressed by the boldness of it. “Well I’ll be certain to travel wary, friend.” He assured with a charming grin, taking a dismissive drink while casting a glance towards the rest of the bar. He was curious as to who had been listening in, trying to spot a local of some kind with a readable reaction to anything overheard.
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Post by Sησω on Aug 6, 2019 10:41:24 GMT -5
"I'm Mallory," the girl spoke. As her mother walked over, she backed up a little to make room for the large dragon. "That's Mommy Anika. She guards a tower a couple days away from here. Does your mom have a tower as well?" she asked. Mallory couldn't say that Amico and his family didn't make her curious. It was true that their mothers looked quite different, despite both being dragons. Maybe we'll meet her sometime, she thought, casting a glance in Cham's direction.
As Anika sat next to the table, two of her heads rested their gaze on her daughter and the kids she was talking to. While the dragon mostly functioned as one being, sometimes her heads would think different thoughts. Right now, one of them was thinking of offering food to Mallory while another was curious about the people she'd met. As for the ones turned away from the kids, one was drinking mead (thankfully, the four heads were attached to one stomach) and the other was wondering when would be a good time to return to the tower. Moments after setting the drink back on the table, she began to speak. "Good evening, the greeting was meant for all three of the children, even though two of them weren't hers.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 6, 2019 13:13:56 GMT -5
Amico shoot his head several times. "Nope!" he said, glancing at Mei in case she was going to answer instead. "Mommy Cham has a different job. She's really smart and things." He was grinning as if this covered every detail for what the dragon did. He jumped a little as Anika addressed them, but that was the only reaction which seemed to have him being phased by this conversation. "Good evening!" he said excitedly. Then he nervously glanced at Mallory. "I hope you're gonna spend the night here. It's dangerous at night as soon as the bell rings for evening. You shouldn't go out." Dad had cautioned him and Mei, but there hadn't been many specifics other than that they needed to stay with the larger groups and make sure they were in the house well before the evening hit. They were here now. But then again, Amico thought that they had already been planning to stay here. "Were you gonna get food?" he asked the larger dragon. Then he glanced at Mallory. His and Mei's dad was getting food for them. And he didn't want Mei to worry about it. Because Dad didn't like when she got that distant look in her eyes and 'relapsed' into old habits. Amico pressed himself to Mei's side, squeezing her hand.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 6, 2019 14:03:34 GMT -5
Kelsier nodded, his expression harder to read as Hector mentioned the horses. Learning to ride wasn’t easy to do, and when you first started was also when you were most likely to hurt yourself very, very badly. Was it wise to let the person who taught Nico be both no older than him, and probably also a significant distraction? He praised his lips, thinking it over. “That’s kind of him. I’ll have to talk it over with Nico and see what we decide.” He said finally, putting off the moment he had to actually decide. Because he knew Nico would want to, and he didn’t want to say no but also he did want to say no. Maybe he could manage to convince them to do something else. “It would be a valuable skill for him, I’m sure. Thank you for the offer.” He went on, and he meant it. “Especially as he’s mostly only had experience with goats, which are lovely animals but poor modes of transportation. They make you go slower, if anything.” He chuckled. “Ah well, a good pocketbook is good for your back in the long run, so it all works out, doesn’t it?”
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Post by Sησω on Aug 6, 2019 14:11:12 GMT -5
"We do plan on staying the night. What's so dangerous about the evening?" Mallory wondered aloud. Aside from thieves and mischievous people, she couldn't think of anything that would be particularly dangerous in the night.
"I ordered some for Mallory and I to share. I'd suppose you have parents who can get you something?" Anika replied. A dish of squash and fish soup sat on the table next to her tankard of mead, but she wasn't willing to share it with strangers. None of Anika's heads knew whether or not to believe the boy's words, but the rumor might be something to keep in mind. "No matter what happens, I'll make sure my daughter is safe," two of the dragon's heads insisted.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 6, 2019 14:29:56 GMT -5
“Good evening,” answered Mei politely, nodding her head as Anika joined her. She smiled and squeezed back as she felt Amico’s hand in hers, grateful for his support. He’d always been so kind when she was worried about things - patient, even when she knew her behavior could be confusing. That was one of the reasons she loved him so much, among many. Distracted from her thoughts by Mallory’s question, she looked up, fixing her eye on the girl. Were they foreigners? They must be, if they didn’t know to stay in at night. “People who go outside at night disappear,” she said quietly, her voice taking on a sort of hollow tone as she recited what she’d told others before. “Travelers, locals. Children. People vanish, and they don’t come back - something takes them away.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 6, 2019 14:39:19 GMT -5
("I don't believe in lucky guesses" was her way of saying she knew he wasn't just guessing btw) Ougi released the chalice from her hand and looked down at L with a traveling stare. When he pointed out aspects of her, she couldn't help but bring her gaze down at herself. She wasn't necessarily dressed in rags under the cloak, but it was clear it was the only tunic and pair of pants she now owned. Lived in for at least several weeks without changing or washing. There was a nervous glance around the tavern before she bent at the waist and knees and slid back into her wooden chair. She might have done something about the ruined pages on the table, had he seemed more worried about the accident. There was an intensity in her look when he revealed how he knew about her though. She not only was surprised by his perceptiveness, but grateful for it. She had always been of a similar mind and didn't usually find others like that. "So you really are a poet," the vagrant murmured when he spoke about himself. Even when it was about him, it was really about other people and the world around him. "Some people believe that the poet has a better answer to why we exist than anyone else does." Ougi was pulling on a thread now, selecting it carefully and hoping it would lead her somewhere. She signified her intent to stay put by crossing her ankles under her chair, her elbows finding the edge of the table. (Oh yeah he knows, he was just confirming that she was right cx ) L watched her sit back down, his eyes lighting up with both surprise and pleasure. He’d assumed she would want nothing more than to get away from him, as most people did after he talked to them, but somehow it seemed he’d managed not to offend her too badly in their first conversation l it made him give a small, hesitant smile. He hadn’t asked if he was right, both because he knew he was and because she had already confirmed it with her expression, and her glance at the clues that had given her away, as though she hadn’t seen them before, even though he could tell she had. He didn’t know her well enough to guess what she was like yet, but usually the only people who could stand him had been people similar to him. “Of course I am.” He said, surprised that she’d thought otherwise. What else would he be? He didn’t have the brawn of a knight or the heart to work for the law, and he saw things in a way few seemed to. Poetry hadn’t been a choice for him; it had been his only good option. Her next comment caught him off guard, and his already wide eyes went even wider. “Oh? I’m afraid I probably can’t tell you that. I’ve wondered, but who can really know the answer to that question?” He mused. “What do you think? Why do you think we exist?”
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 6, 2019 16:07:56 GMT -5
Madeline had heard only little snippets of Vincent and Markus's conversation, but it had been enough. For a split second, an appalled look entered her face, before it became one of annoyance. The bartender was probably making it up. Sandalphon told her about one of his tall tales, and in this case, he probably had made up another. After all, no one in the bar seemed terribly concerned, the way you should be when your peers go missing. And she had gotten here without a problem. She would've said this much to Vincent as it was, but the presence of the bartender made her bite her tongue. Instead, the girl crossed her arms with a small huff.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 6, 2019 16:56:50 GMT -5
(ok cool lol) Ougi didn't return the smile. But she didn't sneer at him, either. She absentmindedly picked crumbs of debris from the shoulders of her dark cloak. Taking the risk of being recognized, she lifted the slightly tattered hood away from her head. She wasn't particularly worried around here. Besides, she probably wouldn't do any more thieving tonight. "I don't think it's the right question to ask," she corrected him. Maybe 'yes or no' questions would be viable, but asking 'why' for the broadest of ontological questions would only give unsatisfying answers. "Of course, fools will ask it anyway." Her arms automatically crossed and she leaned until her back was against her chair. She was definitely referring to him as the fool as well, but knew he was sharp enough to catch that. It wasn't a serious chastisement. "Asking why we exist is only a selfish thought, a begging for destiny when really we do what anything would do, like insects." Her spite for humanity was clear, but simultaneously jarring with her pleasure for talking about it with another person. It was ironic to be so disinterested in human purpose and also electing to talk to a poet. As if reminded of her skepticism toward the crowd, she glanced over at the other people in the tavern. Even though her head was turned away from him most of the way, she still spoke to him, short and ragged dark hair framing her face. "I could never be a poet, I'm sure."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 6, 2019 19:34:39 GMT -5
"Barkeeper! I'm about to finish up for the night." Sandalphon called as he emerged from the crowd and passed next to the bar with a platter full of empty mugs and cups balanced on one shoulder. Lifting up his free arm, he dropped a bag onto the countertop for his boss to take. Inside was all the payments he had collected from the tables he'd served. It was pretty hefty sum too, after how busy the tavern had been today. And yes, he did know Markus' name, he just felt it was too informal to refer to the man on a first name basis. That was how it had been ever since he had first stepped into this building looking for work a few weeks ago. All he had told the Innkeeper, Henry, was that he was simply a traveler looking for a job, and that he specialized in brewing drinks. Both of those were true, but there was a lot of things he purposely left out, of course. He had stated his purpose for coming there and his skill set, nothing more was needed. In general, that was how Sandalphon tried to be with most people he met in fact, distant and formal, despite the grumpy demeanor and sharp tongue he toted half the time. Although there was some exceptions to that, like with the bum who had tried skimping out on their tab earlier, or when he'd almost lost the load he had been carrying thanks to that potion girl, just managing to catch himself before instinctively snapping at her. Meanwhile back in the present, Sandalphon had retreated into the kitchen to drop off his final haul of the night. Along with that, there was something else he was looking forward to while he was in there, especially now that his shift was over. When he returned back to the bar, the man was holding a large cup of his own this time, it's bitter, brown contents emitting a fresh trail of warm steam. For the first time that day, he had a look of genuine contentment on his face as he sat on one of the empty stools at the bar to enjoy his personal brew he called 'coffee'. This was something that he did after every one of his workdays here, and was probably his favorite part. paradoxnpc
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Post by Protractor on Aug 6, 2019 19:38:18 GMT -5
(probably not? I'm not completely sure, but I don't think the forum rules really encourage that? I'm not actually sure what those are up to these days, however.) (I've rped a few but I think I found something that fits Jack better anyway
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