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May 12, 2006 23:33:03 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 23:33:03 GMT -5
He nodded, and shrugged with a wry smile. "Lost my... Occupation. I was evicted. Blasted kid-" he cut himself off before he could finished the sentance. She seemed nice enough, but he didn't know her. He wasn't about to read her mind- she might be telepathic, and besides... He reserved that treatment for his targets. This woman, whoever she was, was not a target. He decided to change the subject. Fast. "So... I wonder. What moniker do you go by, madam?" Language is you tool, Skiz. Use it well.
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May 12, 2006 23:39:34 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 12, 2006 23:39:34 GMT -5
Rafael Sighed, "Ya ain't used ta folks being good ta ya are ya? I'll take care of that drink an I betcha the barkeep won't notice the scorch marks. Seems ta mingle well with the blood stains and scuff marks. Sides, seems ta me that ifn't it really conserned im he could just sand down the wood a bit. Place could use a bit of a renovation anyhow. I'll take care of it an anythin else ya need fer the day, Jest make yerself a plan fer the future. I'll probably be leavin taday or tamarra anyhow. Ya can take care of yerself can'tcha?"
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May 12, 2006 23:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 12, 2006 23:47:56 GMT -5
Kendrella flinched a little. "You don't have to do that..." she said softly, staring at the table. Blaze whimpered in his sleep, flipped over, then sighed and slipped back into deep sleep. Kendrella sighed. "Yes...I can take care of myself..." she answered, voice sad. The rain was making her a little gloomy, now that all the excitement had died down.
"Moniker? That...is an archaic term. I am Serlina," Serlina replied, smiling at the abrupt subject change. "I take it you don't wish to talk about yur occupation?" she asked, no longer smiling, but still lookng extremely interested.
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May 12, 2006 23:56:37 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 12, 2006 23:56:37 GMT -5
"Well I ain't gonna force ya to accept mah offer. If'n ya don't wanna eat more or let me pay fer ya drinks thats fine. Jest offerin cause I think ya deserve a break. Ya have much experience takin care of yerself?"
Sheryl brought over another basket of kettlechips and Rafael poped one into his mouth. He was kicked back and looked pretty relaxed.
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May 12, 2006 23:58:47 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 12, 2006 23:58:47 GMT -5
Damn I have been inside for too long. Pull yourself together. First person to actually speak to you in... How long? He had a vague recollection of 'years'. Bah. So he grinned, ever the actor. He forgot about the fact that this form had permenantly pointed fangs, like those of some strange subterranian creature. "Indeed it is, dear. My occupation is... My buisness. My sincerest apologies, Sssserlina." He loved over pronouncing sybilants. "My name is Scissor, by the by... But certain people call me 'Skiz'."
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May 13, 2006 0:03:47 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 13, 2006 0:03:47 GMT -5
Kendrella nodded, tears coming to her eyes. She sniffed, flolding her arms on the table. Then, she put her head on her arms and sobbed quietly. Blaze woke up immediatly, and yipped softly, leaning against her leg. Kenny cried quietly, just...releasing some pressure and finally giving into her feelings.
"Of course. Many of us like to keep our buisness...private," Serlina said easily, sipping her water. She raised an eyebrow at the fangs, but nothing more than that. After all, her nephew had fangs. "It is a pleasure to meet you...Skiz..." she said softly, smiling flitatously.
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May 13, 2006 0:15:28 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 13, 2006 0:15:28 GMT -5
The smile was completely lost on him- he daren't take his blindfold off even in the shadowy tavern- but something in the tone of her voice caught his attention. He didn't have extermal ears- but he had learned to pay attention to voices. They had allways been important. He turned away, much like a serpent turns before attacking, and took a suprisingly delicate sip of his drink, the ends of the black bandages rising slightly in his agitation. "A pleasure." he smirked.
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May 13, 2006 17:22:21 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 13, 2006 17:22:21 GMT -5
"Now there, don'tcha cry. Everthin is gonna be okay. I'm jest tryin ta help ya out." He said uncomfortably, trying to figure out what he did to make her cry.
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May 13, 2006 17:31:34 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 13, 2006 17:31:34 GMT -5
"...no, no...I know...It's just...no one has ever been...nice...to me...except for mother...I... i don't even know why I'm crying," she managed to say between sobs. Blaze barked softly. "She just needs to let it out..." a young woman said from a few tables away. Her short white hair and green eyes were vivid in the room. The only reason she had gone unnoticed for so long was the dark cloak she wore. Having said what she wished, Frost went back to watching the room with a detached expression.
Serlina had turned at the tears, but seeing that it was under control, she turned back to Scissors. "So tell me...what do you do for fun around here?" she asked him softly.
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May 13, 2006 17:41:40 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 13, 2006 17:41:40 GMT -5
Tears had never bothered Scissor, so he acted as though he hadn't noticed. Fun? "I wouldn't know. I just got here." Dammit, Skiz! You're taking things too literally again. Stop it. He slept during the day, mostly. He couldn't take the bright light, hence the blindfold. He had never really had fun, apart from his work. Well, at least he did what he loved.
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May 13, 2006 17:45:11 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 13, 2006 17:45:11 GMT -5
Rafael looked up at the Green eyed woman and nodded in understanding. It did bother him a little that this was the second person who had been able to come into the tavern unnoticed by him. He was usualy pretty good at keeping tabs on who came in and out. Must be slipping today.
"Alright," he said relaxing again, "well, if'n ya need ta let it out don't let me be the one ta stop ya."
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May 13, 2006 17:51:25 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 13, 2006 17:51:25 GMT -5
Kendrella finished crying after a moment, then raised her head and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry...i don't seem to be quite myself today. Or maybe I am more myself today than I have been in a long time..." she said softly, making eye contact with Rafael for possibly the first time. She seemed different, more sure of herself. She reached for kettlechip and nibbled on it, thinking.
Serlina sighed and pulled out her dagger. She flipped it through her fingers absintmindedly. "...I wish something would happen..." she said softly, bored. Scissors was intriguing, but apparently not the greatest conversationalist.
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May 13, 2006 17:57:18 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 13, 2006 17:57:18 GMT -5
Indeed, it was difficult to be a great conversationalist when the most of one's existance was spent hiding in dark corners, and when the most used word of one's vocabulary may be sumed up by the phrase 'Boo'. "...So what brings you here, Serlina?" he neglected to overpronounce her name. When he did that, it tended to creep people out, which was the last thing he wanted. He was off duty. OFF duty. In fact, you lost your occupation. Wait... Lost it? Yes, and you were evicted in the process. No more dealing with the little whining kids... No more nightlights, flashlights, or even lit candles. Actually, he had liked the candles- he like sneaking up on them and extinguishing the tiny flame. But still... He broke into an oddly wide grin, exposing those strange, animalistic fangs one more. "I'm free!"
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cami
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May 13, 2006 19:07:37 GMT -5
Post by cami on May 13, 2006 19:07:37 GMT -5
The door to the tavern opened gently as Marcus struggled momentarily to close his old umbrella at the doorway. He was not stingy, but he was quite stubborn in buying a new umbrella when, according to him, the old one worked just fine. As such, he had no one to blame but himself that his coat was soaked at the left shoulder due to a small hole in the umbrella's fabric. Glad to see his favorite table was vacant, he took his usual seat, hanging both the wet coat and his umbrella on the back of it. He smiled, more than slightly relieved when Brittany and not Sheryl came to take his order. The doctor was a man that enjoyed the peace that came with silence, two things that wheren't common with Sheryl around. "Hello Bri, your mother doing well?" "Yeah Doctor Marc, that medicine ya gave her cleard up those headaches of hers." He smiled, pleased. As the sole physician for the port town, he had unfortunetly grown used to being under equiped to handle the diseases brought in by the sea and weather, but he still derived much joy for every patient he cured, no matter how minor the illness. "I'm glad to hear that. Have you talked to your father yet?" He had been the doctor of most of these people for going on twenty years now, and his father had been the town physician before him. There where few secrets the towns people had that he had not heard through gossip in the examination room. Brittany shook her head "No, I know it would just crush his heart to see me go, but I just can't stand it here anymore." She sighed, shaking her head, changing the subject. "Anyways, the usual?" He sighed, though his was one of frustration. The girls where like neaces to him, he had treated them and all the other children their age and younger since infancy, and he hated to see them ill, wether from physical or mental problems. "Yes, the usual. You can't avoid telling him for much longer Bri, it will hurt him much more to find out some other way." But she had left long before he finished his sentence, and another sigh left the young doctor.
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May 14, 2006 0:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 14, 2006 0:36:26 GMT -5
"Well realizin ya have a future an don't need ta run no more is a bit off the shoulders. Specialy if it happens all at once. I can understand the mix of emotions."
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May 14, 2006 0:39:29 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 14, 2006 0:39:29 GMT -5
Kendrella stood and stretched. "You're right. I don't have to run anymore. Ican go to Coal tower, get training, and help people like I wanted to!" she said, smiling. she still wasn't pretty, but the smile made her seem more...human.
Serlina smiled. "Free? Sounds like a reason to celebrate," she said softly, the dagger still flipping through her fingers.
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May 14, 2006 12:58:01 GMT -5
Post by Daybreak on May 14, 2006 12:58:01 GMT -5
Chains shifted, keeping an eye on everything going on in the bar at once. It was difficult, but doable. On one side, he tracked the discussion of the cursed coins. Interesting - he had not heard of such a curse in a long time. Cursed artifacts such as that tended to be rooted out and placed under tight security by high-ranking mages, it was unusual that one so potent was out causing havoc.
Simultaneously, he watched the boogeyman. Oh yes, he knew what Scissor was. He had met some of his kind before - the night things that preyed on the children. He did not condemn them for this, it was their nature. Besides, children who did not learn to fear the darkness of the world were not known for their ability to survive in it. What really surprised him was seeing a boogey in a bar in broad daylight, rain or no. It was unusual, and mildly unsettling. Such things might be conisdered against the natural order.
He looked up briefly as the doctor entered, but turned away after a moment. Another regular, nothing particularly interesting there. But it was getting crowded. If it weren't for the strangeness of the company, Chains would have already left.
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May 14, 2006 14:24:09 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 14, 2006 14:24:09 GMT -5
"Hmm. Sssssssselebrate..." he did so love sybilants. He smiled, this time omitting the fangs. The expression rapidly faded out as he felt that he was being watched. If anything could tick a boogeyman off it was being suprised. To anyone who hadn't been paying attention, he simply turned around to face Chains. To Chains himself, his head had turned around in place, followed by the rest of him. He used his true voice, a sound made up of creaking floorboards, rustling leaves, and slow, heavy footsteps. "Can I help you?" he had been recognised. So long as noone in the bar believed in boogeymen, he would go completely undetected. Silly humans. So very, very unobservant.
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cami
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May 14, 2006 15:29:02 GMT -5
Post by cami on May 14, 2006 15:29:02 GMT -5
Marcus smiled as Brittany returned with a plate of steaming spiced potatoes and a thick steak coupled with a cup of boiled water. He tipped his head up to better get a whiff of the food, almost savoring the food just from smell. “Doc, if ya keep sniffing like that you’re gonna look like a dog. What happened, did you skip lunch again?” He nodded while reaching behind his chair to the coat he had left hanging there, searching in one of pockets till find a small pouch, pulling out some dried leaves and crushing them into the cup of boiled water as he talked. “Yes, I’ve had a lot of complaints lately from parents of sleepless nights due to their children complaining of nightmares. I’ve suggested night lights, it seems to be doing wonders.” He sighed as he took a sip of his tea. English Thyme was the best for calming nerves, and Marcus liked the serene feel it gave him. “Oh doc, if you keep going like this you’ll work yourself to death. I have to go help ma, I’ll come back and check on you later.” He nodded as she left, then rolled up his long sleeves and began his meal. He was barely even three bites into his steak before he began to feel a warm sensation from the watch in his vest pocket. Sighing, he set down his utensils and picked out the pocket watch by the chain, opening the lid then using a small mechanism to flip the watch face for a compass one. His family had always kept the town healthy, not just from diseases of the body, but from supernatural corruption as well. The watch was their most priced tool in this, for it rarely, if ever, pointed North. The needle spun first to a young lady speaking with Rafael, which, much to his disbelief, Rafael was being genuinely nice to. Considering he couldn’t remember the last time Raf was nice to anyone, the doctor let the needle move on. There was a woman with white hair and green eyes, she seemed passive enough. Next it pointed out the bandaged boogey, and the mystery of the recent streak of night terrors was answered. He filed that information away for later, his gaze following the needle to a minor demon with artifacts that had nothing minor about them. These he decided to ignore, and when it pointed to man who seemed to be scanning the room as well, he further decided that it would be best to just finish his meal for now. With that, he returned to his dinner, no longer enjoying the tavern’s atmosphere.
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May 14, 2006 15:37:30 GMT -5
Post by Daybreak on May 14, 2006 15:37:30 GMT -5
Chains tilted his hat back as the boogeyman addressed him. He didn't answer right away, but in a moment he shrugged. When he spoke, it was also with a different voice - one that sounded like chains rattling and locks and smelled of old dungeons. The boogeyman was the only one who heard it - being the only one Chains was directly speaking to.
"It is curious, that one of thou be walking this earth in broad daylight. It captures this old one's interest - so strange." He ended with a strange sound that might have been a chuckle. He was a little rusty at the Voice, but it was a useful trick.
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May 14, 2006 16:19:10 GMT -5
Post by Rehiro on May 14, 2006 16:19:10 GMT -5
"The coins are completely unpredictable" Moss said "the first person I gave one to died after the second, and I doubt I really would get to choose who ended up with them. It seems like everything I do ends up to work in the favor of some stronger force" he looked depressed "the one reason I had for living is gone and it happens right after I find out that I cant kill myself.... if you want my advice, just get out of here if you can. Theres no way I can fight it, just like I cant fight the way I act around dragons".
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May 14, 2006 16:39:30 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 14, 2006 16:39:30 GMT -5
"One of me..." Scissor continued in the voice, which now had all the seeming of being caused by things crawling in the night, and the midnight wind whistling through dying trees. He licked his fangs in curiousity, and under the dark grey blindfold, his brows furrowed. "And who are you that recognises who I am?"
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May 14, 2006 16:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Daybreak on May 14, 2006 16:47:21 GMT -5
"My name," he relpied gratingly, his voice almost too low to be considered audible in the normal fashion, like a loud bass drum in the distance, "is Chains Caige. Your kind is known to me, yet I doubt I am known to you. You might call me a Listener, although not one of pure blood. Why have you not taken refuge in the darkness, if you no longer are employed? Why have you come to this place of the beings-of-the-light?" Some of the translation was rough, but Chains got his point across. The Voice couldn't be used in the same was physical language could.
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May 14, 2006 17:35:23 GMT -5
Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 14, 2006 17:35:23 GMT -5
Nezumi huffed.
"I'm not a big fan of dragons, neither. Hmm... Maybe I can help you, Sir Mossy!" (Shippo slaps herself. "Sir mossy.... >_<") "yeah! I'd love to help you, serious. Maybe I could help you find whatever you lost!"
She smiled.
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Far away, in the realms of the free roleplay, Suka looked around in shock. Where was Moss?! He had dissapeared! Leaving her with... With... She looked at Kcattah's dead body. She realized that she felt no remorse. She had long ago accepted the fact that she was dead... Her coming had not given her any joy... Why?! Sisters were supposed to love... No... She couldn't love Kcattah... She couldn't love anyone. Ever again. It only led to pain. She stood, running away before anyone could say anything, running, running, in a random direction.
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May 14, 2006 19:27:43 GMT -5
Post by Scarecrow on May 14, 2006 19:27:43 GMT -5
He shrugged, and smiled as warmly as an alligator. In all honesty, he had had it up to here with the bloody flashlights. That, and how almost noone seemed to believe in him after the age of ten. Ten years wasn't all that much to a boogeyman... "Almost noone believes in me. You, 'Chains', know for a fact that I exist... But that isn't the same as believing, now is it? I don't need to go back into my shadows, as pleasant as they are." This was why he hated using his true voice on anyone but for children. It couldn't tell lies.
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May 14, 2006 19:31:24 GMT -5
Post by Daybreak on May 14, 2006 19:31:24 GMT -5
((*wonders why Scare's post keeps popping up again* I'm at my three-a-day limit, I can't respond 'til tomorrow))
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May 14, 2006 20:13:23 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 14, 2006 20:13:23 GMT -5
Rafael sat back strait as Kendrella stood "Well training sounds like a good idea. Seems ta me if'n ya like helping people then theres always work. World can always use another'un ta help it out. Where is this Coal tower?"
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May 14, 2006 20:18:52 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 14, 2006 20:18:52 GMT -5
Kendrella looked puzzled. "..I...I'm not sure..." she said after a moment. Frost stood and walked over. "If you have power, they will find you. Don't worry," she said softly, smiling. Frost, Artic wants us! CHime said, appearing in the room suddenly. Frost blinked, then bowed at Kendrella and Rafael. "It was a pleasure to speak with you," she said, before turning towards Chime. "Well then, it is best not to keep her waiting. Let's go," she said to Chime, walking out of the inn. Kendrella stared after her. "...That...that was the Ice Enchantress Frost..." she said, awed.
Serlina flipped her dagger through her fingers, waiting for Skiz to finish what ever he was doing.
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May 15, 2006 3:57:03 GMT -5
Post by Daggertooth on May 15, 2006 3:57:03 GMT -5
"Really," Rafael said, thinking inwardly. Despite his nonshalant attitude and relaxed posture he had kept attention to who entered the bar and who left. What disturbed him was that two beings had entered without his notice, both this Frost and the strange bandaged man. He gave a sidelong glance at the Doc, a nice guy who genuinly cared about the town and its people, but the Doc always had a vocal objection whenever Rafael had to deal with a troublemaker. Mainly because the troublemaker ended up needing treatment from the Doc. He was glad Chain incinerated the dead body of Sera before the Doc came in. Rafael wasn't in the mood for that lecture again.
"So," Rafael said, pulling his attention away from his brief thoughts on the tavern and back to Kendrella, "Who is this Frost an what did she mean bout this tower findin ya? I ain't one to understand all the dealins with mages, but that sounds rather dificult considerin ya need ta be a certain power first, doubt they tell ya if'n yer that power befer ya start lookin. But If'n yer determined I spect its possible. When do ya think yer gonna head out?"
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May 15, 2006 8:02:00 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy on May 15, 2006 8:02:00 GMT -5
"Ice Enchantress Frost..." Kendrella said, still sounding awed. Then she shook her head. "She meant that the elementals who run the towers are always on the look out for new mages. And that they will find me if I am ready to be taught," she explained. Then she looked towards the door, listening to the rain. "...tomorrow...maybe..." she said softly. Blaze barked happily.
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