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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 15:11:09 GMT -5
Bulent heard her come in but hadn't seen her jump. "Scared you just now or at breakfast?" he looked up at her as she went to the sink and blinked a few times a bit confused by what she meant. "Nothing interesting happens before noon anyway, just court business." Although he immediately started to feel bad for saying that, since likely she rarely had the luxury of sleeping in.
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Post by πππππ’ on May 11, 2019 15:38:18 GMT -5
Adelaide glances to him every now and again, noticing that he was only eating a loaf of bread and some wine. βJust now, when I came into the kitchen.β She told him then just smiled, wiping her hands dry on her apron. βThere was some bacon leftover from breakfast, would you like me to bring you some?β She asked, drying the plates now but turning towards him as she does.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 15:47:01 GMT -5
They had already moved far enough away from the busy docks not to hear the second rock hit the ground. Rafaela split from the two men and turned down a more quiet street of the city. Her house was in a fishing village by the Western coast, but she was supposed to stick around Liman for their time on land, so they had arranged an apartment for her. She looked around trying to find the exact house she was told to go to, cautious as she was very unfamiliar with the area. The morning sun still behind the tall row of houses cast a shadow over the whole street. Neglos breathed deeply out in frustration.He had never had to do this before.He climbed down the side of the building and followed the closest person to him:The female.He foolowed her from a distance until he'd figured out a way to approach her."You seem lost."He said from the shadows cast by the houses.Another reason the like black clothes. |
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:06:43 GMT -5
"No, thank you." Bulent stood up after finishing the bread, tucking his chair in and still holding a mostly-full glass of wine. "I guess I should be somewhere but not quite sure where that is..." He sighed looking at the door.
Rafaela clocked him as suspicious immediately as she turned to him. "Is that so?" She raised a brow. "You seem lost as well, shadow, the graveyards are further inland." She jabbed at him and picked out a house to walk up to so she didn't look as lost. She went to knock on the door and maybe ask whoever would answer for directions.
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Post by Lycoris on May 11, 2019 16:21:02 GMT -5
((Hey there. I'm potentially interested in the dying king/queen role. How old would they be roughly?
Very nice worldbuilding btw. After reading the descriptions of Meviah I'm almost reminded of Limsa Lominsa from FFXIV.))
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:23:59 GMT -5
Lycoris hey, thanks it's something I've been working on for a fantasy series. They king/queen would be old enough to have adult children, probably around 45 or older. I've never played any of the FF games, I'll have to look that up)
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 16:24:23 GMT -5
"The graveyards aren't a good place for me.Too open."Neglos chuckled a little as he watched the woman approach the house."Say,if you came from the boats,why do you live in such a shabby place?"
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:27:10 GMT -5
"Maybe standing on a street-corner asking riddles would be more your speed." A rude remark, but he did look very suspicious. "Why is that any of your business?" Rafaela stopped before knocking and gazed at him.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 16:31:40 GMT -5
"I'm just curious to see how different people here react to strangers.So far I've had two eggs,a rock,and a bunch of sticks thrown at me."Neglos replied with a slight chuckle.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:34:02 GMT -5
"Is that why my jabs seem to go over your head? Not familiar with the local folklore I guess? What part of the mainland are you from?" She asked, sort of rhetorically like didn't really seem to care what he would reply. She knocked on the door but no reply came. Likely the residents had gone out to market before noon.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 16:44:09 GMT -5
"No where that interests you."Neglos replied."Why are you knocking on the door to your own house?"
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:46:06 GMT -5
"I'm a traveler, everywhere interests me. This isn't my house." Rafaela turned away from the door. "Any reason you're lurking around strangers other that creepy curiosity?" She asked, walking further down the street, not caring to look around at the houses anymore.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 16:49:19 GMT -5
"Just wondering when I can get some money.Usually by this point something's left the persons hand that can't be used for money."He chuckled.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:51:50 GMT -5
"I could throw a knife your way if you don't back off, but I'm afraid you wouldn't have the chance to sell it afterwards." Rafaela said, still walking.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 16:55:18 GMT -5
"Well,I'm not going to steal food.That's what got me into this mess."Neglos responded,tipping his head towards her.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 16:59:12 GMT -5
Rafaela turned down another street, a wider one that led from the docks to the market. "Great... you live in a city where any idiot can get a job at the docks and you still choose to be a thief?" she scoffed.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:01:16 GMT -5
"Outcasts can't get jobs here."Neglos replied with a sigh.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:06:10 GMT -5
"Then go somewhere else. Seriously. Back off." Rafaela said, her nerve starting to run out.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:08:23 GMT -5
"You can get me a job.I know it,you know it,and that rat knows it."Neglos replied calmly.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:10:43 GMT -5
"Maybe, but you've been following me around the streets like a creep and I've told you, twice now, to leave me alone. What makes you think I'm interested in finding you a job?" Rafaela said.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:12:42 GMT -5
"Because that's the only way I'll leave you alone."Neglos answered.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:17:47 GMT -5
Rafaela stopped and set down the large bag she carried between her feet. She unsheathed the short rapier at her belt and turned pointing it towards him without a word.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:20:10 GMT -5
"Threaten me with your small sharp thing all you like."Neglos stated."It won't change my need for food."
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:22:09 GMT -5
"You won't need food if you're dead. You have a deathwish, outcast?" Rafaela glared at him.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:24:59 GMT -5
"No,just that I wish you'd stop judging us by our titles."Nehlos replied calmly.
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:27:01 GMT -5
"I'm judging you by your actions, and if you're an outlaw you earned that title for a reason." Rafaela said, holding the rapier out straight to keep him at a distance.
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:30:20 GMT -5
"Yes,stabbing someone through the hand with a wooden steak truly is worthy of being outcast."Sighing,Neglos pulled the steak from a sheath from his back."Saved my life ya know."
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:32:31 GMT -5
"Just saying, this is not the way you get someone to pity you." Rafaela moved forward half a step so her rapier was pointed right at his throat. "Drop the stake."
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Post by Protractor on May 11, 2019 17:34:25 GMT -5
"If I wanted pity I'd get it."Neglos replied."No,it saved me once and it can do it again."
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Post by Morior on May 11, 2019 17:35:53 GMT -5
Rafaela was glad she'd led him onto a busier and more open street. People were starting to look at them and the guards weren't too far. "Guard!" She shouted loudly, keeping her eyes on him.
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