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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 22:53:10 GMT -5
NIKOLAI SOLAS WEST | " we've got company," laika murmured, eyeing the newcomer warily. solas raised a brow, " he doesn't seem like a hunter." could that be him? the gangly blond twenty something sitting across the room didn't exactly seem like solas's perception of the hunter type. but laika's intuition usually proved right. the small salamander that accompanied him revealed little else. solas couldn't recall meeting another salamander daemon; he had little idea what kind of person they were. in the hunter's opinion, the boy seemed gangly, a little awkward, and probably good at something like math or clarinet. solas's eyes had passed over him, writing him off as one of the students that infested this city. he seemed to be looking around, but avoided nikolai's direct eye contact. solas was unwilling to admit he had found the idea of meeting another hunter even partially unnerving. but a part of him did, however slightly. solas carried a snarky, blunt and prickly disposition that a select few found humorous and slightly charming, but the vast majority regarded crass and distasteful. especially those who affiliated with such a prestigious society as the magisterium. this hunter was a bit of an oddball, driven not by faith or belief. he took the vows, sure, and would abide by them (why not, what else was there for him?) but he certainly was not motivated by a love of religion or loyalty to the church. due to this, he didn't often have heart-to heart's with other members of his association. solas was good at fighting, brute force, but socializing with this crowd was a bit lost on him. a younger solas had been different, but much had happened since then. in his younger days, solas had many friends. he was witty and wise-cracking, brutal in his actions but not without intelligence, even a natural leader of sorts. that was in new denmark, the place that was familiar to him. things were so different here. but solitary and unfriendly as he was, solas was still a man of confrontation. he was already impatient. " hey, blondie. ya even old enough to be in here?" with a single motion so smooth and quick, anyone not looking for it would not have noticed, solas removed his hunter's badge from his trouser pocket and flipped it in the air. @ mintedstar/fur | |
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 28, 2019 22:53:16 GMT -5
She really hadnโt expected Mihail to interfere. None of them had. As one, the men turned, their surprise etched across their faces. The smuggler kept his distance and his eyes were bright with annoyance, but heโd called out. Even though he wasnโt explicitly on her side, Kas couldnโt help but feel... grateful. It took her a moment to name the emotion that trickled through her. It had been so long since sheโd felt anything like it. His voice was a momentary distraction, but it was enough to loosen the grip on her arm as the men shifted their focus. Kas yanked herself free, her teeth bared. She was a mirror of her dรฆmon, tense and ready for a fight.
She knew, logically, she was in a bad spot. He back was to the wall and three full grown-angry men stood between her and her exit. Her only possible ally, who barely deserved the title, had likely done all he planned to. She forced herself to calm down. There was no way sheโd make it out of there unhurt if it came to a fight. She flashed a smile. โAs the good man says. Why donโt we all just walk away?โ It would hurt to leave that delicious pile of money sitting on the table, but Mihail was right. Sometimes it was better to cut ones losses.
The leader of the trio matched her grin, but there was something sinister in his eyes. His dรฆmon hissed again and Akelaโs snarl deepened. โPerhaps it would be best,โ he rumbled.
Kas placed her hands on the edge of her table and leaned forward, ready to shove it at them if they moved in the wrong direction. โYou first, then.โ For a long moment, she thought none of them would move, but one by one they collected what was theirs and backed off. Akela tailed them to the door, stared them down as they crossed the street and disappeared into an alleyway. Kas let out a shaky breath. Her heart rattled in her chest, beating far too quickly for comfort. Slowly, she gathered up her cards and tucked them into her satchel. It was her favourite deck, well-thumbed and worn, the edges slightly frayed. Sheโd had the deck for years; it was one of the few possessions sheโd taken with her to the streets. When she was sure her composure was, well, adequate, she turned towards Mihail.
โThanks,โ she said awkwardly. She had a feeling it wasnโt really him she was thanking, but rather the dainty polecat braces against his arm. Liv was, if she recalled correctly, the more approachable and perhaps the more reasonable of the two.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 28, 2019 23:18:21 GMT -5
Percival Regimald Apparently something had drawn Solas' and Laika's attention. Percival met Solas' eyes without blinking, even as Balk said a tiny, "Uh oh." Voices carried, apparently, far better than Percival had predicted. After several seconds, he blinked, face blank of expression though something behind his eyes seemed to shift with annoyance. "I couldn't say. I imagine you'll have to find out, wont you?" Slowly, standing up, Percival proved to be taller than how he looked when sitting down. This didn't mean much, considering most people in the room still had several inches on him. Slowly, with long stride, Percival almost strutted over to Solas' table. It drew attention. Percival, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, grinned a bit when someone passing by frowned at him. Then he dropped into the chair directly opposite Nikolai and smiled. Attention shifted away once again. "So ... did there happen to be a reason this is where we meet up or was there some significance? I don't exactly find places like these ... useful." He frowned slightly at a neighboring table as if it had offended him before during his focus back to his fellow hunter. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 28, 2019 23:19:16 GMT -5
(Ooooo! I'm really pleased that this is getting attention! Hello Glow! Nice to meet you! )
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Post by โโะพฯ on Aug 28, 2019 23:51:11 GMT -5
CIVILIAN IRENE RICHTER / FEMALE / 26 YEARS / CIVILIAN& YLLEN / GARTER SNAKEIrene was raised on the streets, and though she's off them now, it's clear just from her appearance that she was not born of high society. She dresses entirely for function rather than beauty, often wearing the same five or six items of clothing for years until they become threadbare. She dresses in muted tones, primarily browns, greens, and grays. Her build is naturally slim, and she stands at more or less average height. Nevertheless, she carries herself with a certain gravity. As if she is unintimidated by whomever she may encounter, no matter their stature, occupation, or creed. As if she uninterested and mildly amused by everything she sees. Her skin is naturally quite pale, though it is in stark contrast to her naturally dark brunette hair, which she wears in a half-up, half-down style. She has earthly green eyes lined in charcoal black. One of her trademarks is her heeled boots, which make a rhythmic sound on any stone or wooden floor. Perpetually wrapped around her right wrist is her daemon, Yllen. He's a garter snake of about twelve inches in length. Where Irene is dry, manipulative, and cunning, he is sharp-tongued, fiery, and smooth talking. He often whispers sly remarks to his counterpart. Irene is the type of woman who gets along primary with men. She is more comfortable around the bolder sex, whose motivations are often easier to guess. She gleans great joy both in their company and in leading them on, and in some cases, sending them on pointless adventures. Irene's faults lie in her pride, her jealousy, and her propensity for shooting herself in the foot. |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 23:56:51 GMT -5
(( Oh, man. Ideas, ideas. You know how you have a bunch and then when someone asks for them they just kind of *poof*? Yeah... I suppose I should start and ask what you have planned between your charries and Mint's. I know you guys were planning there for a hot minute before we came along. All I've got for Mihail at the moment is the whole smuggling/guide thing. He's willing to help out witches if they need supplies or a place to stay, the likes. So if you wanted to rp Minna or had any idea where she's at, I could try to incorporate him in somehow. My other charrie Nadja is in the works. I'm conflicted about whether I should make her a hunter or witch at the moment. I know that, whatever she does, she's gonna be good at it. She's incredibly disciplined and ambitious. But anyways, have a good night! Talk to you tomorrow. ^^ )) i love the smuggler idea!! him and minna would be great, i'll put a starter up for that shortly if you'd be down c: |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 28, 2019 23:59:00 GMT -5
[ Would it be alright if Irene were one of the Gyptians? ] that sounds awesome! i'd love to include some gyptian action; would she be currently living on one of their ships? |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 29, 2019 0:00:00 GMT -5
i'll be more responsive tomorrow am roleplay wise guyssss
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Post by alfred on Aug 29, 2019 0:42:18 GMT -5
(( Working on a response, Dingoleap! And welcome, โโะพฯ. ^^ I'm so excited about all these characters! And, finally, that'd be great, ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค! Him and Kassel are currently at a tavern. A different one than Solas and Percival, I'm assuming? Which would probably be better. That way we could build up better to a meeting between the hunters and witches. )) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 29, 2019 0:51:19 GMT -5
(Oooo!
I'd love to join in the discussion, but I'm very tired. Tomorrow! )
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Post by alfred on Aug 29, 2019 1:29:15 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
Blinking his surprise back at Kassel, he looked as taken aback as the other men as she bared her teeth at them, anticipating a fight. He felt Liv's tiny claws nudge through the wool of his coat, kneading at his shoulders in both nervousness and excitement. Glancing over at her, he almost thought she looked proud of the woman, someone she hardly even knew.
His brows furrowing, Mihail slowly cast his gaze back over to the group, his nose curling in clear disdain as the dรฆmon cat hissed viciously. With a forlorned sigh, Mihail wondered whether his early start to the morning would be prosperous in the slightest, or whether he'd end up back in the alley he'd just come from, in worse shape than he was currently in. He'd set out with a plan, he was sure of it, but at this moment he felt hopeless at the thought of making good progress this morning.
Spotting a cup someone had previously used on the counter, Mihail tilted it his way as he waited for the group to make up their minds, scowling even further when it turned up empty. Though the barkeep's attention was mostly focused on the confrontation, Mihail shook the cup at him, mouthing the word tea as he looked his way. Flustered but back in business, the barkeep quickly left to check the kettle.
Pleased with himself, Mihail set the cup down and crossed his fingers together. The group had apparently come to an agreement in the time it had taken him to order a drink, as they were in the process of packing their things and leaving. Akela was doing his best to escort them all out the door himself. Liv bounced slightly on his shoulder as Kassel turned toward them and rushed down his arm to hide on the far side. Confused by the action, he gave her a questioning look but said nothing as she peeked over his arm at the girl.
Please don't thank me. Please don't-
Steeling his face, Mihail pursed his lips together and nodded curtly in response to Kassel before stepping back to take his seat again. Liv moved with him, watching the interaction carefully.
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 29, 2019 2:11:37 GMT -5
Akela trotted back to Kasโs side, ears and tail up, no doubt pleased that the situation had unfolded relatively peacefully. The wolf kept a careful eye in Mihail and his polecat, but there was no longer any aggression in his gaze. โWe should go over,โ he said, almost too casually.
Kassel scowled. She couldnโt comprehend why Akela thought approaching the prickly duo was a good idea; theyโd get nothing for their time but a scowl and a scathing retort. She slung her bag over her shoulder and tightened the strap. โWhy?โ
โThey just spared us a beating, or worse,โ Akela pointed out. โAt least pay for his tea.โ
Kas followed the wolfโs gaze. Mihail slouched over a table across the room, pointedly not looking at them, but Livโs small, bright eyes were fixed on them no doubt waiting to se how theyโd react. Kas stumbled forward as Akela nudged her forward. โWhy?โ She said again. โHe doesnโt like us, remember? And he clearly doesnโt want to talk to us.โ Although if that truly the case, surely he wouldnโt have bothered intervening. Men were mysteries. There was no telling how their brains worked.
โWe were raised better than that,โ Akela reminded her. โBe polite.โ
Kas couldnโt remember the last time sheโd been polite, but there was no arguing with her dรฆmon when he got like this. Akela was as stubborn as she was, and had a longer memory. He was her better half, the part of her that still remembered to say please and thank you. He was the part of her that was still loyal, still somewhat honourable. She gave an exaggerated sign, then crossed the room. She hardened her heart, prepared herself for the awkward conversation that was to come.
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 29, 2019 17:08:28 GMT -5
[[ Just a heads up - Iโll be at work all day today and they have a strict no phones policy, so I wonโt be able to respond to any posts until I get home this afternoon ]]
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Post by alfred on Aug 29, 2019 17:16:30 GMT -5
(( Sounds good! I'll try and have a response waiting for yah. ^^ ))
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Post by alfred on Aug 29, 2019 21:13:42 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
Finally sat back down, Mihail let out a long breath, relief washing over him in calm waves. Though his head still swam and the room turned, he was grateful now that he had tea coming. Paying Kassel and her dรฆmon little mind, he turned to Liv. "Happy?" Liv's ears flicked back and she smiled as best she could, pulling her lips back to show small teeth. With a smile of his own, Mihail gently stroked one finger over her cheek before crossing his arms and leaning over them in a yawn.
Ignoring Kassel and Akela's quiet ramblings, he watched as the barkeep rounded the corner with an empty cup and the kettle. Setting the cup in front of him, the barkeep poured him tea while taking a gander about his tavern, his relief obvious as he saw it mostly empty now and still intact. "Can I get you anything else?"
"Do you have eggs?" Answering Mihail with a nod, Mihail looked pleased with his sudden turn of luck. "I'll take three." Dropping the coin on the table, the barkeep swept the payment into his apron and headed to the back again.
Mihail gave Liv a look, raising his eyebrows. "Today's looking up. That's good."
"It'd be even better if we could just get rid of this headache," Liv murmured, hiding her face between her forepaws.
It was then that he heard Kassel's approach, Akela fast on her trail as they crossed the room toward them. Mihail tried to play it as if he hadn't noticed, ducking his head to the side to stifle another yawn. The last thing he wanted was conversation with someone who favored him so little. In fact, he was perfectly content in leaving it where it was. There was no need for kind gestures. They didn't need to pretend anything had changed or that they suddenly liked each other. Though Liv might enjoy it, that'd be wasted on him.
Liv flattened herself on the table sheepishly, her ears alert as she watched them. When they'd come close enough, Mihail turned, first glancing at Kassel before peering down at Akela rather warily. "Hello." He started, his greeting almost a question.
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 30, 2019 3:21:10 GMT -5
[[ And I finally am able to respond!
Sorry for the shortness of the post. ]]
It was abundantly clear, to anyone watching, that neither of them wanted to be there. Kas shifted her weight from one foot to another, entirely at a loss as to what she should say. Or do. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, annoyed at herself. She couldn't believe she'd let Akela talk her into this. "Hey," she said again. Her voice sounded strange, even to her own ears. The word was too long, too drawn out. "I just, we just wanted to thank you. For stepping in. Saved us some trouble." She shoved her hands into her jacket pocket and rocked back onto her heels, ready to run at a moments notice. It was an old and unfortunate habit, one she couldn't quite shake.
At her side, Akela sat, clearly unbothered by the tension. The wolf looked frustratingly pleased with himself. It was almost as if he enjoyed the unbearable awkwardness. He settled back onto his haunches, relaxed. That, at least, was a comforting sign. a kela wouldn't relax if they were in any immediate danger.
"I owe you one," she told Mihail, even though she didn't want to say the words. She didn't want to owe anybody anything; it was too easy to loose things that way. She'd seen it happen, had seen people squander their lives away because they owed the wrong people. Some people demanded too much, and maybe it was risky, but Mihail didn't seem like one of them.
He knew what hardship was, just as she did. And Liv, despite her person, seemed sweet. Kassel stood by the table, unsure of what to do, then yanked out a chair on impulse. She sat, balanced on the edge of her chair, her hands braced against the tabletop.It was the same way she sat when she was playing at cards. "Let me pay for your tea," she said, her voice a little too loud to be natural.
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 30, 2019 11:01:18 GMT -5
CIVILIAN IRENE RICHTER / FEMALE / 26 YEARS / CIVILIAN& YLLEN / GARTER SNAKEIrene was raised on the streets, and though she's off them now, it's clear just from her appearance that she was not born of high society. She dresses entirely for function rather than beauty, often wearing the same five or six items of clothing for years until they become threadbare. She dresses in muted tones, primarily browns, greens, and grays. Her build is naturally slim, and she stands at more or less average height. Nevertheless, she carries herself with a certain gravity. As if she is unintimidated by whomever she may encounter, no matter their stature, occupation, or creed. As if she uninterested and mildly amused by everything she sees. Her skin is naturally quite pale, though it is in stark contrast to her naturally dark brunette hair, which she wears in a half-up, half-down style. She has earthly green eyes lined in charcoal black. One of her trademarks is her heeled boots, which make a rhythmic sound on any stone or wooden floor. Perpetually wrapped around her right wrist is her daemon, Yllen. He's a garter snake of about twelve inches in length. Where Irene is dry, manipulative, and cunning, he is sharp-tongued, fiery, and smooth talking. He often whispers sly remarks to his counterpart. Irene is the type of woman who gets along primary with men. She is more comfortable around the bolder sex, whose motivations are often easier to guess. She gleans great joy both in their company and in leading them on, and in some cases, sending them on pointless adventures. Irene's faults lie in her pride, her jealousy, and her propensity for shooting herself in the foot. added c: |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 30, 2019 11:02:29 GMT -5
(( Working on a response, Dingoleap ! And welcome, โโะพฯ . ^^ I'm so excited about all these characters! And, finally, that'd be great, ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค ! Him and Kassel are currently at a tavern. A different one than Solas and Percival, I'm assuming? Which would probably be better. That way we could build up better to a meeting between the hunters and witches. )) sounds good, i'll have my babie minna bump into the pro-witch people. would suck if she wandered into the hunters on her first go round haha |
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Post by ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ ๐ฅ ๐จ ๐ค on Aug 30, 2019 11:17:55 GMT -5
NIKOLAI SOLAS WEST | he was bold. bolder than solas had anticipated. and taller. much taller. and he had a sense of humor. solas and laika exchanged a meaningful look. her pretty brown hound eyes seemed to say i told you so, give people a chance. solas's equally pretty brown ones seemed to say shut up back to her. but the corners of his mouth were beginning to perk up in a slight smirk. anxiety still hummed in his chest, but he was good at keeping that to himself. " well, actually i was hoping you'd know more than i do," solas met his gaze, and slapped the seat next to him, motioning for the young hunter to take a seat. his new danish accent rang harsh and awkwardly out of place amongst the brittish murmering of the tavern. " i'm solas. well, er, nikolai. nikolai solas west. but just solas is fine." wow, that was the longest sentence he'd said all week probably. " and to answer your question, anywhere you can drink is useful." @ mintedstar/fur |
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Post by alfred on Aug 30, 2019 16:42:57 GMT -5
(( It's all good. ^^ ) )
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
Gripping each arm slightly tighter, Mihail listened rather uncomfortably. Liv had perked up in the time it had taken Kassel to get her first sentence out and was happily listening to her every word, giving Mihail small glances all the while. When she noticed he was watching her instead of listening the way he should be, she looked concerned, crawling up to lay alongside his arm.
There was no need for any of this. He had barely acted. In fact, had Liv not asked him to, he might have done nothing at all. He'd been conditioned to shy away from strong beatings, pick and choose his battles as to avoid injuries which would set him back further than he already was. He simply couldn't afford any broken bones, medication, or wounds that would lay him up for weeks at a time. He'd learned that all through trial and error, mistakes which had cost him and Liv dearly. He had to chose wisely which risks he should take and the one he'd taken for Kassel had been his bare minimum.
It had simply meant nothing.
Saying something was one thing, but jumping into the middle of a full out brawl was another entirely. There was no telling how he'd react if it had come to a fight. She was a familiar face and one he wasn't keen on seeing hurt, but he didn't know her. She wasn't a customer. She'd given him nothing but indifference or animosity since they had first met. Her purpose in his life was as empty as the intent he'd had in speaking up to the three brutes she'd been playing against.
Mulling these thoughts over, Mihail hid a deep and disapproving frown by keeping his head low and not looking her in the eye. Taking his cup of tea into one hand, he blew softly over the liquid before taking a sip, the dark and leafy drink scalding every tastebud. Setting his cup back down, Mihail winced and finally looked up. "Nah. You don't owe me anything." Watching as she took a seat beside him, he leaned back an inch, swallowing firmly as he waited for the barkeep to appear with his breakfast. When she spoke again, he looked down and shook his head. "Already paid for... But thank you."
Liv raised her head to set her chin down on his wrist and looked up at him carefully. He could feel her scrutiny as she tried to read his expression. She finally settled with a very pointed stare, the kind she knew unsettled him to no end. She wanted him to talk to her.
Right. Okay. You asked for it. Sucking in a small and quick breath, Mihail opened his mouth to continue their small conversation. "That was quite the risk you took there. Maybe you should learn to play the game better." He raised his cup to his lips again and looked at Kassel with meaning. "Of course, I'm not talking about cards."
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Post by ashwind on Aug 30, 2019 19:33:07 GMT -5
[ hi is this still open? ^^ ]
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 30, 2019 20:14:03 GMT -5
She had expected the almost sullen silence. She hadn't expected the dismissal of her offer, which was, quite frankly, a relief. Not had she expected the heated words of caution. Slightly more relaxed, Has leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. "Alright, I'll admit I made a bad call. I should have let them win more. Then they wouldn't have been so damn aggressive on the finish." She had nothing to say in her defence except for the fact that she'd been a little tired and she'd been a little desperate, and it had made her reckless.
Usually she was more careful when it came to choosing her opponents. She'd choose the ones that weren't so outwardly aggressive, or were a little more gracious when they lost. Either way, she was usually careful to keep the margin by which she won by small. Yeah, she'd made a bad call. Her wrist ached; it was starting to bruise where they'd grabbed her. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Akela nose at his paw, testing the damage. Guilt sparked. A bruised wrist would hardly bother her, but a wolf needed all four paws to run, and he was too big for her to carry.
If the bruising got worse, it could hamper their ability to run away. She'd have to do something about it later. There were one or two natural remedies she figured she could pull off, if she needed to. Something to do with hot water, and some kind of leaves. Or was it river mud? Kassel frowned down at the purpling marks. "I know," she said quietly, "that people like us are supposed to pick and choose our battles, but it's getting harder. There are more Hunters in the city than usual, and people are getting nervous." Most of the sensible people Has knew had already gone to ground - nobody wanted to draw the Magisterium attention, not when the city was crawling with their watch-dogs. People talked about witches, about civilians hiding them. If there was any truth to the rumours, it was only a matter of time before the Hunters started harassing them.
It was better to make the money she needed now, to squirrel it away so that when push came to shove, she could disappear.
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Post by alfred on Aug 30, 2019 23:05:46 GMT -5
(( To my knowledge, I think it is, ashwind . Hello! ) )
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
Sipping at his tea, Mihail smiled around the brim of the cup. Let them win more. She had been cheating then. It was either that or she'd an ego on her bigger than the three mens' combined. He wasn't sure which one was more humorous... Or more dangerous. As the barkeep rounded the corner with a plate, Mihail set his cup aside to cross his arms again, shifting in his seat slightly. It'd been some time since he'd sat for leisure with another person and he wasn't quite sure how to respond to it. He wanted to talk business of some kind but didn't have any reason to. He'd gain nothing from their conversation but a sort of unease that would settle uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach.
She couldn't tell him which hours were safest to cross the harbors, which tunnels were being watched, or who to trust in keeping live cargo safe from the patrolmen's gazes. She might give him a few tips on who to steal money from but, outside of that, he wasn't quite sure what she'd have to offer. Maybe nothing. Perhaps she was only out to take like him.
As the barkeep set the plate down, Mihail nodded his thanks and took up his fork, carefully poking a few bits of egg aside for Liv to nibble on. He tried his best not to look at Kassel full on, his gaze always averted and focused on something else. Like Akela and the way he gingerly tested his paw or the way Kassel favored her wrist. As she spoke again, her voice the kind of quiet people used when they were scared, Mihail hesitated. His jaw tightened, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"Mm." He merely mumbled acknowledgement, continuing to poke at his eggs instead of eating them. "Well... They were always bound to show up." He chose his words very carefully. At his side, Liv chewed and cast a look across the room. "But they're here for the good of the city, right?" He feigned a smile, looking her dead on. "Godspeed."
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Post by Dingoleap on Aug 30, 2019 23:47:53 GMT -5
[[ ashwind as far as I know, we're still open!! ]]
"For the good of the city." Kassel mimicked raising a glass to the words. Yeah. Right.
Mihail was nervous, she noted, prodding at his food instead of eating it and keeping his gaze away from hers. Kas didn't know if it was the human interaction that set him on edge, or her in particular. Most likely the latter. They had their history, after all, all the bitter comments and snide remarks. And yet, despite it, they were seated at a table in a dingy tavern, discussing politics, of all things. Like they were old friends instead of passing acquaintances.
She turned, waved the barkeep over. Smelling Mihail's food had reminded her that she hadn't eaten in... a considerable length of time. "Cold water," she said. "With lemon. And toast with ham. To go," she added, unsure how long her company would be tolerated. The sun had well and truly risen. Surely it was safe to leave - she wouldn't put waiting for her past the men she'd fought with, but with the city waking up around them, it seemed unlikely. She'd been jumped before, but never in broad daylight.
For the good of the city. The words echoed through her mind. She wasn't entirely sure how persecuting a group of people was for the good of the city, but she wasn't foolish enough to say the words out loud.
She glanced sideways at her companion, still sullenly shuffling his food around his plate. He seemed at a loss for what to say. "How's business?" Kas asked. She didn't really care, but she had time to kill before her food arrived, and she couldn't stand the awkward silence.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2019 1:00:57 GMT -5
(Speaking as someone who wants more members, we're still open ashwind! Just tell us about your character and you're in.  ) |
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Post by alfred on Aug 31, 2019 1:21:17 GMT -5
Mihail Fiora Enache & Liv ||
It felt strange to toast something he'd actively been working against--as if the mere suggestion of being affiliated with the lot stung him--but, nevertheless, Mihail tilted his glass before taking a sip, his tea all the more bitter for having done it. He'd seen first hand the kind of horrors hunters brought in their wake, unspeakable things which the people they'd killed might have never even dreamed of. He couldn't reason their logic. Hunters calling witches monsters while doing monstrous things themselves.
Though he lowered his gaze again, his full attention was on Kassel for even having brought them up. Studying Liv for a second, he was proud to see she was giving nothing away as she tossed back another bite of egg. Taking a stab at his own plate, Mihail started eating while Kassel ordered her food. Now more than ever maybe, he was urgent to be out of her hair.
Mihail played people like Kassel played cards. He cheated and he lied and played his hand like a professional, never giving anything away without good cause. His nerves could be excused on the fact that he wasn't a people's person. He never struck conversation with someone just for the fun of it. For that, he was grateful, content in the fact that Kassel might know nothing about the side of his business he didn't want people knowing anything about. Let her think him just a thief and a smuggler and, at worst, a Magisterium sympathizer. He didn't need any loose ends. He didn't need her to think him anything more or anything less.
His only worry now was her damn dรฆmon. Though he was certain things were fine on the surface, he'd heard animals could smell mere emotions, that they could look at you and just know what you were thinking without you having said a word of it. Casting Akela a glance, he cursed himself. He'd a fear of larger dรฆmons ever since his childhood and he didn't need any of those emotions muddled in with the rest. He felt confident in other matters, that he'd revealed nothing to anyone, but he knew emotions and mere reactions to things could lead people astray. They could cause speculation and speculation, in some ways, lead to a deeper truth.
He felt paranoia creep over his skin like a chill fog.
Kassel had never moved to leave. She'd even ordered food and that action there proved his point about reaction and speculation. At her next question, Mihail went firm, taking another bite at his food. "Business is business," he responded flatly. Gnawing at her last bit of egg, Liv cast a wary glance toward Mihail, noticing a slight change in tone.
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