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| Reid | Jul 26 2011, 09:26 PM Post #1 |
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As darkness swallowed the small merchant town of Etruria activity began to slowly wind down. Commoners retreated to their hut-style homes after a long day's work in the harsh Ashokan sunlight, rising and retreating with the birth and death of the day. Shopkeepers nearby extinguished light within their stores, finalized sales and began to close down for the evening - eager to head towards the pubs and socialize with their fellow entrepreneurs. Along the boardwalk and docks of the town sailors and merchants tied their ships down after a day's worth of travel, their lungs filled to the brim with salty air. Even traffic on the main streets seemed to dwindle down considerably as deep navy blanket began to stretch over the heavens. Soon bits of light sprang up from the gas lamps along the walkways, illuminating the path for those who wished to linger still in a state of awareness. Although just as the seaside trading destination was turning in for the evening the dull rhythm of horse hooves began to grow in the west. Like an equestrian crescendo it grew loudest still, gaining momentum and creeping into the eardrums of those lingering in the dusty terrain. Visible to those who were determined to see, the silhouette of a figure on horseback was growing on the horizon, steadily making their way into the threshold of Etruria. As both horse and rider came into vision and neared the outskirts of the town the traveler slowed her steed steadily into a walk upon entering the now-sleepy merchant town. The Arabian steed she perched upon complied with her request almost instantly, most likely due to a state of near exhaustion. Beads of sweat were present upon its rippling muscles and dripped further down its frame with each twitch of movement. Upon slowing its pace successfully the Arabian steed snorted forcefully, expelling a bit of sand that had clung to its nostrils. The rider soon came to a halt outside a nearby shop and promptly dismounted - her billowy pants and tunic swaying as she did so - and landed firmly upon the loose dessert sand. Turning her head, piercing emerald eyes gazed into the window of the store, yet they were greeted only with darkness. A scowl soon grew upon her soft features, contorting her face into an expression of disdain. "..All the way from Soto, too." She muttered bitterly and proceeded to unravel a long bit of cloth that had previously covered her head and mouth. The cloth from the head covering proceeded to fall into her worn hands and instantly a mane of fiery curls tumbled to her shoulders. The woman then placed the article within a leather bag tied to her belt and shook her unkempt hair swiftly, much like a dog would after exiting a lake. Particles of sand flew from her tresses in a sudden shower, falling below her feet to join more of their kind. With a stern expression the foreign traveler proceeded to face her steed, although soon such a cold expression melted from her face and eased into something almost warm in nature. "Stay here, Tobias. It won't be long. I'll tend to you after business has been settled." She held out a pale hand and allowed it to hover near his nose. The Arabian nuzzled it in reply, as if to acknowledge her gentle order, and did not budge as his rider approached the shop, her features having returned to their usual stern state. The door vibrated with the forceful thud of her fist. Not once, but twice did she pound in a triadic rhythm, only to step back with her arms crossed. An empty silence greeted her senses, for no light erupted from the depths of the store and no door creaked open to greet her. "Borin!" She called in an urgent tone, her cat-like eyes planted firmly at the door. "It's Reid!" The traveler waited for a few more moments, in complete apprehension for some sort of response. Yet a few minutes past and none came. Exhaling deeply, she proceeded to turn on her heel when something caught her eye near the window. She froze instantly, having noted the sight of a worn-looking sign that hung sadly in the window. "Closed for business..." Reid uttered curiously, her eyes narrowing as if in distrust of the words scribbled on the wood. Puzzled by the sudden and unforeseen extinction of an old contact's business, she dejectedly made her way back to her steed in a foul mood, having wasted days journeying to reach a contact that had left her high and dry. Having tended to Tobias and secured him outside a nearby tavern, Reid's countenance stayed consistently sour, even in light of the warm laughter that echoed from the building she would soon enter. Her curly head glanced into the window of which a golden glow emitted; it cast its glow upon the weary traveler, as if to offer sympathy. A sudden exhale escaped her chapped lips, expelling the irritation and fatigue that was scratching at the surface. Something's up with him... Probably ran into trouble with pirates again, no doubt. You think he'd learn by now not to earn his debts with that lot.. Reid thought bitterly, rubbing her chin slowly. It would be just in his nature for something like this to happen. And without any evidence to confirm this, Reid nodded in agreement with such a theory before entering the tavern, holding herself in a manner that would reflect urgency to most. Instantly the collective buzz of customers was heightened as she set foot into the modest establishment. The laughter of a cluster of folk nearby sliced through her eardrums like a blade warmed by the Ashokan sun, adding to her annoyed demeanor. Though in spite of this the sour Sotoan seated herself at the front of the bar and promptly ordered a pint of ale. Yet after a moment or so she proceeded to glance near her shoulder, noting a stow-away twig nesting in her mass of curly red hair. Without much embarrassment or fuss Reid proceeded to pick it from her curls, and flick it behind her without so much as an afterthought. Edited by Reid, Aug 1 2011, 06:24 PM.
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| Dextra | Aug 2 2011, 05:16 PM Post #2 |
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Out of all the places traveling merchants and traders tended to visit, Ashoka was known as one of the most plentiful, and one of the most treacherous. It wasn't uncommon for a experienced traveler to disappear in the No'bu Jungle, to be buried in a sudden sandstorm, or to be captured by one of the tribes to be used as a sacrifice. Nevada, fortunately, was one of the lucky ones. From the first time she stepped into Ashoka, she thought her luck was gone. First she had no idea how to find the tribes (She never realized that they were nomadic) and then she was lost in the desert, walking in circles around Ikioi's Oasis before getting caught in a horrid sandstorm. She had eventually found shelter in a large, seemingly abandoned tent. The tent had turned out to be the tent of a tribes medicine man, and she had nearly turned into a sacrifice herself. It was only the marks on her face that saved her, the medicine man convincing the people of the tribe that she had been marked as a friend to all tribes, and had given her a simple charm to wear at all times while in the lands of sand. Apparently, she had reminded him of his long dead daughter, and didn't want to have to suffer the loss of such a soul ever again. Nevada had ended up traveling with that tribe for quite a long time, learning as much as she could about the tribes of Ashoka and how to keep the peace between her and the tribes she traded with. As time passed she found that she enjoyed trading with the tribes above all other. They didn't cheat her, and their prices were fair. The people were also friendly, if not slightly prideful. She didn't enjoy their sacrificial practices, but she had learned to accept it as part of their culture. Now, two years after her first encounter with the people of Ashoka, her alliance with one tribe had spread into a strong kinship with the majority of the Ashokan population. Of course her abilities to predict the weather of the deserts hadn't changed. Now, her path blocked by the start of a large storm ahead, Nevada decided it was best to take refuge in the closest city at hand, Etruria. With Hephastus dragging behind her, Nevada crossed into the well known merchant town. She supposed that she could do her business in Etruria before she continued onto the tribes. She had a few shops and merchant vessels she usually got a very good profit from whenever she passed through. One of those was Borins shop. Borin was a good associate, not only for his ability to make a good deal, but also the fact that he got a good bit of gossip flowing through his shop at all times. Of course, he was always in debt. Seeing the sign in his window didn't shock Nevada in the least, but it was obvious that the departure had been hasty and not at all planned. It wasn't at all above the young anthro to snoop, especially when it came to old acquaintances. "I'm going to stop into the tavern to get some information before I find somewhere for us to stay, so no funny business alright?" Hephaestus brayed and shook his head, sand falling from his short mane and floppy ears. Nevada grinned. "Yeah, I feel like a bath too. I'll make sure to splurge the extra coin to get a stable hand to wash you alright?" Hephaestus whinnied happily at that, speeding up his trot slightly behind her. Once Hephaestus was tethered in front of the tavern, Nevada took a moment to shake the sand out her leather boots, her thinly woven white tunic and brown breathers, her travelers cloak and her tail. As she entered, she quickly replaced her hood with her cap. Some would consider it rude, but to Nevada it was necessity. Most of the people in Etruria knew who she was, but not all of them knew what she was, and she wasn't going to tell them just yet. Most just accepted that she had a reason for keeping her head hidden. Loud chatter and laughter was a treat to the anthros ears after having to listen to the silence of the desert for so many days at a time. She inhaled deeply as she maneuvered her way to the bar, pleased with smells of wines, ales, and some mix of spiced she presumed to be the evenings dinner. Pulling herself up to the bar, Nevada momentarily eyed the woman on a stool only a few feet away. She had odd hair, and didn't look to be native to Ashoka. A familiar, burly laugh brought the merchants attention away from the woman though. "Nevada!" The man, who was all Ashokan, strolled up to her, a huge grin on his face. Grabbing up a cup from under that bar, he spoke with a deep, rough voice. "You're going blond there girl, where have you been walking? Wasn't expecting you for another week." The man filled the cup from a pitcher and handed it to the girl. Sipping it, Nevada was happy to taste fruit juice instead of ale. "Gurdo!" Nevada grinned back at the man. "It's all this damn sand. Couldn't get it all out if I shaved my head." She sipped her drink again, pleased to ease her dry throat. "The weather forced my hand, my friend. There's a big storm to the North East of here." The bigger man made a "hmm" sound, nodding in understanding. Walking into a storm like that was pretty much wishing to get lost, or ill. Nevada sipped at her drink again, then turned back to Gurdo, a questioning look in her eyes. "Gurdo, got any idea's what happened to Borin?? His shops closed and he doesn't look like he had time to pack." The man on the other side of the counter tisked and shook his head. "Debts finally got the better of him. One day he was open, the next he had that sign in the window. Wasn't two days later that some seedy looking sailors came into town asking for him. I had to break up two brawls because of them." He frowned and watched the girls face. "Not a single person knows where he went, or how long he's going to be gone. The pirates left pretty quick after it was obvious that he was gone, but they made sure to leave a bad taste in our mouths. I'm surprised his shop is still intact. I wouldn't think to hard about it my girl, finding him will be like looking for a single topaz in this whole desert." With that Gurdo left to tend to some other customers, bidding farewell to Nevada and leaving her to ponder over his words. She didn't like it. Borin was obviously in trouble and she had no clue what to do about it. At least the pirates had as much of an idea as she did about where he could have gone. She frowned and swirled the thick liquid in her cup, trying to figure out where the other man might have gone. |
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| Vor | Aug 3 2011, 10:56 PM Post #3 |
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A vampire in control of his urges
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(You guys...have such long posts...O_o Forgive me for my upcoming one; I'll try to make it as long as I can xD Not even sure where he fits in here since he knows practically nothing, but I am eager to post with him) Vorkael stalked along the road, having risen from the ground just a few minutes ago. For now, he wouldn't feed; a little alcohol would do it, and he would wait until later for the blood. And he'd been to this tavern three times before, then, and so he knew exactly where he was going. Deserts weren't great places for animals, or people, for that matter. Snakes, some small mammals...not the best fare for a creature that lived off of blood. He had gotten by without killing anyone yet, though, in his four day stay. It would probably be time to move on soon, though. He was wearing undyed linen pants and shirt, as well as a hooded, dark red cape. If the man could help it, he didn't want too many people seeing too much of his face. There were no telling signs of his being a vampire, really - his skin was not pale and he did not shy from some of the random, trivial objects some humans thought vampires 'allergic' to. Garlic, mirrors, anything like that. His fangs were retractable, as well. So nothing shouted VAMPIRE - if anyone would ever notice he was only about at night, then perhaps it would become clear. But his movements were too hidden for that. He had yet to actually talk to anyone. Chat, yes, but real conversation...that had yet to happen. The lighted tavern entrance came closer, and after a few more moments, he was at the door and walking through. Of course, he'd heard all the buzzing, laughter, talking from outside before he'd even gone in, though barely. Now it was slightly too loud, but around this time, people started leaving, if slowly. The vampire inhaled slowly, then walked over to the bar and hoisted himself up on a stool, glancing over at both of the women - who were the only people at the bar at the moment - to see what they were doing. Blood hummed in his ears...especially the one which belonged to the woman with the cap...an anthro. Interesting. Vorkael ordered a lager, nursing the cup in one long-fingered hand as he thought about when he was going, and where he would go from here. His mood decided to change on him, and his urges flared up - dared him to stand up, go rip someone's head off and fling it hard enough at someone else to knock their head off...he shook his head slightly, trying to clear it and squash the urges. After a moment, he resorted to drinking a large gulp of the beer, and that seemed to help. Enough, for now. |
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| Reid | Aug 4 2011, 01:13 PM Post #4 |
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(Sorry about that. I just get carried away sometimes. >< Don't worry about matching length or anything. Just have fun with it. ^^ ) Strumming her fingertips upon the surface of the bar the wary traveler proceeded to lean back upon the hard wood of the bar stool, and while awaiting her drink order, scanned the tavern a bit more thoroughly. In truth next to nothing had changed in the many times she'd visited Etruria. The furniture remained just as she'd remembered - study yet chipped from various bar fights that had occurred in the last decade or so. The wilted plants that were stationed in front of the large window were of the same variety she'd encountered last time, although Reid highly doubted they were in fact the same plants - try as he might, the owner's strange infatuation with gardening simply never grew into true talent; it also would have been more beneficial if the young drunkards had ceased pouring their mead onto the potted vegetation. Even the staff consisted relatively of the same folk she'd seen year after year, with a few new additions - although they had yet to greet her warmly, and for good reason. Many knew the sour look dominating her features was to be taken as a sign of warning- much like the vibrant colors of a deathly poisonous frog - for them to leave her be, lest her fiery temper find a new target. Perhaps he'll turn up later, although I hardly think 'twill be anywhere in Ashoka...Certainly not a port city, if anything, she mused silently to herself, her festering anger subsiding as she continued to ponder the situation. She had more contacts in Etruria than just Borin, although she had known him to be fair and loyal to most merchant folk and had taken a liking to doing business with him, for he paid slightly better for truly high quality goods. That, and there was the stinging fact that she was truly worried about him - not that she'd ever admit it. "Shame," she murmured quietly, only to hear the distinct sound of one clearing their throat. Her gaze soon darted from the wall of well kept bottles in front of her up to a man with long dark hair, tied back in a high ponytail. "I heard wind from one of the newer employees that a 'red haired woman with a glare that'd turn you to stone' was seated at the bar. Figured I'd take a gander - thought it'd be you," he said in a casual tone, a slight smirk playing on his features. "By the by, here's your ale," and with that he set the mug upon the bar with a dull thud. "'Nything else?" Reid laughed genuinely at such a colorful description, and smiled ever so slightly. "I'm alright. Thanks, Alec," she added before grasping the mug in her hands. Alec nodded knowingly in her direction before strolling away, disappearing in one of the back rooms. If anyone in Etruria knew to quell her hot temper it was certainly Alec. Running her thumb along the handle of her mug a few times as she contemplated her drink, Reid took a hearty gulp of the amber liquid; it slid down her throat swiftly, parching her barren throat from the scorching dryness of her desert travel. The condensation from the mug soon dripped down her fingertips as her mentality shifted from its once frustrated status to a state of relative calm, although just as the traveler began to contemplate other matters, a familiar name caught her ears. "...got any idea's what happened to Borin?? His shops closed and he doesn't look like he had time to pack." At this her attention was turned towards a conversation taking place just a few feet away from her. Turning her head slightly, she proceeded to eavesdrop on the exchange of words between a traveler younger than herself, and who she assumed to be an inhabitant of Etruria. "Debts finally got the better of him. One day he was open, the next he had that sign in the window. Wasn't two days later that some seedy looking sailors came into town asking for him. And so she had been right. At this news her mouth became a hard line, yet she continued to listen in, only for her worst assumptions to be confirmed. It honestly was quite a shame, for her business transactions and for his own well being. If I'd told him once I'd told him a thousand times...Pirates are no damn good, however you spin it, she thought to herself bitterly, her mind addressing quite a few instances back when she served in the Sotoan navy, although she soon pushed such recollections from her mind, a new found curiosity having grown in her bones. So this woman knew Borin as well? Her head turned towards her direction, noting a frown and a contemplative look. It was at this instance, however, that Reid felt movement to her left and turned her attention towards a brawny-looking individual. Hoping his temperament was nowhere near her own, Reid proceeded to turn her attention once more to her fellow traveler and trader. "In spite of how bad his sudden disappearance looks, I don't think we needn't worry about Borin," Reid began, leaning forward slightly, and speaking quite plainly. "If I've known him like I believe I do, he'll have taken shelter out of Ashoka and lay low somewhere inland for a while, avoiding port cities." Her eyes then wandered vertically, taking note of the trader's hat. "By the by, most around here avoid wearing hats indoors. Then again I'd imagine you'd be fine in taverns, since most are raving drunk more than half the time." Edited by Reid, Aug 4 2011, 02:52 PM.
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| Dextra | Aug 7 2011, 01:06 PM Post #5 |
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((Sorry for the delay, I despise writers block.)) This tavern in Etruria was one of the anthros favorites. The atmosphere was always calm and welcoming, energy buzzing through the air and laughter being as second nature as breathing. None of the bar keeps ever questioned her about asking for juice instead of ale. Most of the time Nevada could relax, remove her hat and have a nice chat with some weary farmer or traveler before renting a room at the inn close by and getting a good nights sleep. Now though, the young merchant had a bad feeling tossing around her gut, making the idea of just going about her business difficult. She had liked Borin, despite the fact that she kept to a code of keeping all relations business only. He had been fun and fair to trade with, always up for a haggling match with her. He was the first in Ashoka to deal with her without the cloak, and he always had a rumor or two for her to pick through. He was very good at what he did, all in all. She had known about his debts, but he had never seemed overly worried about them. In fact, she had never understood why Borin had the debts he did. She supposed he could be a gambler, lots of people were. But gambling with pirates? That was just ludicrous. She had dealt with pirates before, and she had learned quite quickly that any honorable or fair pirates were few and far between. Eying the new man as he slumped to the bar and claimed a stool, Nevada took a sip of her drink. This was a port city, there must be someone at the docks that could give her some information on why Borin was dealing with pirates. She might not be able to find the man, but she could always figure out why he had gotten into the situation in the first place. With her stomach settling slightly, Nevada sighed and took another sip of her juice. Having the woman next to her speak to her made the anthro's ears stand up in their hat prison. The fire-haired woman had looked slightly murderous when Nevada walked in, and she had resolved to keep that wrath from settling on her. At the mention of Borins name, the merchant turned to look at the other woman. She knew Borin? This was a surprise, and a lucky break. From the looks of her she was a traveler, and if she knew Borin than she was probably a merchant or trader on top of that. The woman's words made her frown slightly, though she could understand what she was saying. Borin was smart, he would know to stay underground until things blew over, but it was still a matter of getting out of Ashoka. "Maybe so, but despite that he still has to get out of Ashoka before he finds a place to hide. More well versed travelers than him have gone missing in these deserts." She sipped at her drink, once again thinking. She turned a questioning eye on the woman. "How did he even get himself into this situation? I understood he was in debt, but it was never my inclination to ask why. His business seemed to be doing well, so I can hardly think is was related to that." She wasn't trying to bash the man. She just never did understand. He was a good business man and a fair merchant, and he seemed to like playing it safe. None of those qualities got a man in debt. The woman's last words didn't startle her at all. "I have my own reasons for wearing it." Nevada stated plainly, giving her a humorless smile and tapping the spot markings under her eyes before turning back to sip at her drink. |
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| Vor | Aug 8 2011, 10:16 PM Post #6 |
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Vorkael had decided to listen in on them, for lack of anything better to do. They appeared to both know some merchant named Borin, who had left the area some time back. They also both talked to a few other people that were in the bar, so they seemed to know people... He sighed and drank some more of his alcohol, the distraction of eavesdropping atleast curbing those urges. Wait...what about asking about Beinv or Yuna? He doubted anyone would recognize the names, but maybe the descriptions? Yuna had red hair too so whoever might have seen her would definitely remember. And his maker was pretty short for a man, with striking green eyes. Yes, appearances would work better, but he'd ask for names as well, certainly. Though they both appeared to have just gotten into town, it still wouldn't do any harm... He took another gulp from his mug before tapping the counter by the red-haired woman's arm. "Excuse me. Do either of you know a Beinv or Yuna? The man's short, dark hair, green eyes, kind of pale. The woman's red-haired," he said, glancing quickly at her, "with blue eyes, average height, but lots of long red hair. They..." The vampire paused, thinking, then continued after a few seconds. "They may have been seen together a lot, mingling in taverns and such. Pretty friendly...maybe someone you know would have seen them?" He sat back a bit and drank again, watching the two women. It was very unlikely they would know, but maybe one of the people they were familiar with, who had been here longer most likely, had seen one or both of them... Edited by Vor, Aug 9 2011, 01:11 AM.
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| Reid | Aug 9 2011, 04:47 PM Post #7 |
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Reid continued to lean forward, her left elbow planted firmly upon the stained wood of the bar as her pale thumb stroked the bottom of her chin in contemplation, allowing her fellow traveler's words to seep into the crevices of her mind. True, Ashoka was quite the volatile place for even the most experience traveler. Her thoughts soon wandered to her earlier years, when she had just arrived to the strange new land with little to no knowledge of its unforgiving nature. Charmed by its exotic appeal she had been, yet learned soon that Ashoka was more than a desert paradise - it was also terrible and cruel, much like its relentless sandstorms and burning heat. Indeed, she nodded in full agreement with the statement, although did not appear too worried at the notion of Borin traveling alone through Ashoka. He had better connections with one of the nomadic tribes than she did (many of them had taken to hunting her in her earlier years due to her peculiar appearance) and within the fibers of her mind Reid had been contemplating the possibility of him taking refuge with them and traveling their migratory patterns, that is until they arrived close to the Sotoan border. Although this of course was just a theory. And then the burning question of the evening found itself in her lap - how had this all come to be? At this Reid began to open her mouth so speak, yet visibly hesitated, having suddenly remembered something chilling. The color in her face left it in a rush. How had she forgotten of such an occurrence? But no, she could not speak of such a ludicrous recollection. Holding her composure, she proceeded to raise a brow, her voice lowered, and parted her lips to speak on the whole affair, neglecting to mention what she had just remembered. "If you think it peculiar, this whole situation - and everyone with half a mind should - you're dead on," she stated, and her emerald eyes quickly darted to her right before planting them back upon the woman before her. "He was doing very well here for nearly a decade and I've known him since the shop first opened, although it costs a pretty penny to open any establishment in a port city like Etruria. Its label as a merchant city speaks enough on that account." Reid paused for a moment before continuing, her tone stiff and serious. "What I will say is that the rumors making their way through Etruria are true - I would easily bet my life on it. Based on what I know, and from what I've been able to make out in the last eight years of doing business with him this is no new problem. He had always had debts with the pirates, mostly due to his gambling habit. You could reason with him 'til the sun came up and it wouldn't have changed his ways. He's disappeared like this before. It's only a matter of time until he comes back." And with that she gave a slight shrug of the shoulders and ended her explanation. She needn't know the entirety of her new found suspicions. There were details about Borin that were best to be kept to her knowledge and hers alone - at least in her mind. For the time being she concluded that such a story would suffice for a new acquaintance, as well as the township. But it was true that Borin was in debt with the pirates. He had always been in debt with them. This leaked information was bad enough. She wished not to add towards this newly negative reputation. The secrets behind the small fortune he had acquired to purchase and run his new shop was, however, one she'd better let collect dust - at least for the time being. His gambling addiction had caused him to abandon shop in the past, having collected debts with unruly people yet her sudden recollection left a vile taste in her mouth. It had been ridiculous, what he'd told her. The notion of a cursed object. It was nearly three months ago that she had stopped by to sell lumber from Soto (a rather fine batch it was) only to discover Borin in a fit of drunken anxiety. He had proceeded to rant fervently of such a strange tale in which he claimed to have obtained a small fortune. A fortune he had used to purchase his establishment with nearly eight years ago. A young and reckless youth, he had gotten lost in endless sands of Ashoka. Convinced the scalding sand below would soon become a grave Borin had given up hope and soon stumbled, landing face first into the sand. Upon further investigation he had discovered to have fallen over the remnants of a corpse peeking out of the grains, its skeletal jaw agape and its hand clutching something large that sparkled brilliantly in the Ashokan sunlight. Horrified of his finding yet curious of the glittering object, he had pried open the hand to discover a large golden scarab. Within its thorax shone the most radiant ruby; as red as the blood that had once flown through its owner's veins. Overwhelmed with a sudden rush of greed, compelled to possess such an object, Borin kept it for himself and pocketed it before having been rescued by a passing band of more experienced travelers. It was only shortly after that he had sold it - not to gain money, but to be rid of it. Dark, he claimed the object to be. No good, he had told her it was - convinced that the golden scarab itself summoned scorpions to sting him in the dead of night, sandstorms to bury him alive in his travels, and spoke of a strange shadow that followed as he moved, yet vanished as he turned his head to look. Once it had been sold however, the oddities had ceased. For eight years such a curse plagued him no longer. Yet it had found its way back. He had showed her the object - the radiant golden scarab, with its shining stone of red. Taken aback by the whirlwind of information and the gravity of his claims, she openly dismissed his claims of its cursed nature and his fear of it; his mad rant of how he would dispose of it. In her mind, he was simply drunk and stressed due to his never-ending gambling debts. Yet perhaps, she dreaded, she had been gravely wrong. And yet, such objects were easy to claim existed and harder to prove that they did. She tried to shake such a chilling recollection from her mind. If it were true there was nothing she could do for him any longer. The story concerning the pirates was true enough and believable enough to preserve what she could of his memory; a loyal business partner, fair bargainer, and a good friend. Removing any remnants of a morose demeanor from her physical display, Reid nodded solemnly to the woman's reply in regards to her headdress. "Your reasons are well enough," she stated truthfully, her voice a murmur, now taking better note of the spots underneath her eyes. Originally she had mistaken them for tattoos, yet now understood why she had continued to wear a cover within the confines of the tavern. "By the by, the name's Reid," she said rather gruffly, yet no smile played upon her lips - socialization was not one of her strong suites. Indeed, the only time one formed upon her features was usually in an exchange of sarcasm or a display of laughter. And due to how much time she spent traveling such occasions were few and far between. Yet just then a bit of rapping near her elbow caused her to crane her neck towards the newcomer, her brow raised as he spoke of what she imagined to be friends of his. Her stony visage gazed up at his for a moment before shaking from one side to the other. "I don't believe I've laid eyes on such people, no," she replied to him. "Have you been separated?" She inquired suddenly - many times before she had been approached in such a manner. It was not unheard of for sandstorms and run ins with the tribes to separate a group of friends during their travels. "When have you last seen them? It might be good to ask the barkeep if he's seen them as well while you're at it. If they're not from around here I'm sure he'd remember them well enough." |
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| Dextra | Aug 14 2011, 10:25 PM Post #8 |
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Though she wasn't the biggest fan of the severe weather, Ashoka fascinated Nevada. It was the harshest environment in the whole of Soare, and yet the people of the cities and the tribes thrived in it. Their traditions were slightly crude, and sometimes considered barbaric by many cultures. After spending so much time traveling and trading with the tribes, Nevada realized that their traditions and rituals were more than the crudeness that was seen on the outside. There was a passion, a freedom, a will to survive and thrive to their actions that screamed in their dances and sacrifices. It was tradition, and it was a way of life that Nevada had no intention of ignoring. She didn't agree, but she accepted it her first year out. The woman in front of her seemed to agree with her. The red-haired woman seemed to be one of those idealists that had had her images of paradise shattered. She had seemed to have adapted though. In fact, she seemed to have thrived. Why else would she travel into Etruria and looking for Borin? She didn't get the impression that they were just friends. Her visit seemed to have a purpose and seeing that Borin wasn't here seemed to have disturbed her, leading to the tavern to settle her nerves. They didn't seemed settled to Nevada. The anthro narrowed her eyes as the woman's face went white and at her trying to hide it. raising an eyebrow without comment, she reached over to grasp the handle of her mug and took a sip of the sweet liquid. She listened to the woman speak, her ears twitching underneath her cap. She was both pleased and discouraged that she was right on so many accounts, especially when it came to the gambling and the involvement with the pirates. Getting involved with pirates was risky, especially on the gambling front. You never knew if they were being truthful or cheating you. "Whether he comes back alive and in tact is another story." She grumbled, turning on her stool to sip at her juice again, pondering over her next words. She didn't like to not get the whole picture in situations like this, and this woman seemed to know something that she didn't. The redhead had known Borin much longer after all, that must have counted for something. "Do you think this happens to have anything to do with whatever made you turn white a minute ago?" She sipped at her drink one more time before grinning at the woman. "You don't have a great poker face." "Everyone deserves their vices, but even so, why gamble with pirates?" The grin left her face and was replaced with a frown. Her brain was reeling, but was having no luck in picking up any good reason to gamble with pirates unless you have a death wish. Not only were pirates not known for being trustworthy, but they were also known for being temperamental and ruthless. Anyone to get involved with them usually had similar goals or were to stupid to stay away. Borin wasn't stupid, and he wasn't slimy, so why did he gamble with slugs? "It has risk written all over it. And it couldn't have been very good for his business." The grin once again moved itself onto her lips at the woman's next words. At least she didn't have to spell it outright. she appreciated people who understood something without having to be told straight out. "Nevada Zaltana, pleasure." She turned back to her drink and took a long swig, savoring the sweet liquid as it slid down her throat. The merchant was gnawing on her lower lip, trying to think of anything that could help her find out where Borin was when the man beside Reid spoke. Leaning over the counter, she saw that the man was large and relatively plain, with darker skin, gray eyes, and brown hair. But there was something wrong with him. Her ears flattened against the back of her head and the hair on the back of her neck bristled. She could almost feel a growl building up in her throat. She stifled it, not wanting to make a scene as Rein and the young man spoke. Taking a deep breath through her nose, both to calm herself and to smell the air, the mans scent took hold in her nose. She didn't like it, and she had never smelt it before, making her even more frustrated. It was old, dry, dusty, like this man should have been much older than he was. There was also a metallic, salty musk that lingered in the background, a smell she recognized as old animals blood. Her instincts flared with warning. Her fists balling on the counter, Nevada molded her face into a pleasant, curious smile, leaning over as if to get a better look at him. She didn't want to give away her discomfort. "Have you tried at the inn? If your friends have passed through here, they most likely stayed there." She tried to keep the strain out of her voice, it coming out with a bit of a snarl behind it. |
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| Vor | Aug 15 2011, 01:42 AM Post #9 |
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Vorkael was not rewarded for his question, as he had suspected anyway. He was focused on the red-haired woman, but he also saw the other, younger woman, who had introduced herself as Nevada, leaning over, smelling the air. Could she tell? He couldn't smell himself of course, and he'd never known if vampires smelled a certain way. When she asked how long it had been, he decided to not tell her. After all, it had been about five years, and that would sound strange. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the anthro ball her fists now, then put on a nice smile, trying to hide whatever it was she was feeling. His brows came together slightly. If he was looking for someone who he hadn't seen for five years, it would be assumed he was after a person (two) who didn't want to be near him, or trying to find them if they had gone missing and death or kidnapping was suspected. Of course, anybody would simply say 'You should probably give up'. The man nodded to Reid, smiling a little. "I will make sure to do that." Then Nevada spoke. "The inn? Of course not, they sleep underground." He then noticed the slight snarl, and irritation rose in him. "Why must everyone hate me. Rejection, all the time!" The word rejection kept sweeping through his mind, and his anger came to the surface. He frowned, and before knwoing what he was going to say, he spoke. "Do you have a problem with me, cat?" he spat, none too quietly. One drunken man looked over at his tone of voice and the bartender noticed too. Vorkael blinked and cleared his throat, turned away and took a long swig out of his mug. He muttered a sorry too, but didn't look their way. Edited by Vor, Aug 15 2011, 01:45 AM.
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| Reid | Aug 15 2011, 04:41 AM Post #10 |
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Reid chuckled darkly at her comment - in honesty she hadn't thought her skin possessed any color to be lost - although she did not respond to her remark regarding her slip up. Reid knew what to speak of and what to withhold; certainly others in her position would have chosen the same path. Instead she dove into the apt inquiry regarding why one would consort with people as ruthless as pirates. "Why gamble with pirates? Hell if I know, really." After uttering such a statement the woman snorted slightly, clearly possessing an ill will towards such people. "True he was a smart man - at least in terms of business," she added, strumming her thin fingertips upon the top of the bar. Vague ripples soon sprung from the ruddy liquid within her mug due to the vibrations the rhythm was causing. "Perhaps they were the only lot in the area known to be high rollers, maybe he had a brother who was acquainted to them and figured he'd be in the clear if the game didn't play into his favor. And as far as it being bad for business goes, well. As far as I can make of it his 'problem' was pretty well kept in close circles. That is, until he disappeared for longer than usual. Then they began sprouting out of the saltwater like kelp, demanding payment. That seems to be when word really got out." And with that she shrugged lightly, a bit beside herself. She had known him well over the years and been aware of his vices for some time but this was a question for which she had no answer. Reid had warned him countless times of such people, uttering her stories from her time in the Sotoan military, yet for some reason he did not seem to be swayed by such information. Why, she had never known. And now she never would. Stinking sea rats, the lot of them, she thought bitterly as she rubbed the crescent scar on her forearm lightly as she stared coldly in front of her, wrapped within her thoughts yet quite aware of the warm bodies that presently surrounded her. If anything this entire ordeal only fed the flaming furnace that was her hatred towards such tyrants. Over a decade later and pirates were still running amok. So much for Soto's 'crackdown on piracy' policy, she thought darkly. Too bad the military officers are too busy stabbing each other in the back and blaming it on the enlisted to fulfill their true duty. However such thoughts were soon broken, her stony facade still intact despite an inner fire growing in the caverns of her memory. She managed a faint smile at the well received introduction (although in truth it simply looked to be a grimace) and nodded faintly Nevada's direction. So far the Anthro woman was quite alright and rather polite, as far as she was concerned, and she found the company of a fellow traveler to be both unsettling yet invigorating. And so naturally the traveler was slightly perplexed when a snarling voice responded to the man's inquiry. Reid had only offered advice but moments before and from what she gathered he had simply been a traveler in search of his companions. Raising a brow ever so slightly, Reid turned her head to face Nevada who throughout their entirety of their social interactions had appeared seamlessly composed and rather light-hearted. Her catlike eyes glanced downwards at the woman's balled fists, as if she were battling some sort of inner struggle. Immediately she knew something was up, yet what she did not know. Her neck soon craned back towards the olive-skinned man, and Reid observed him. Just a man, as far as I can tell, she thought. Yet in her bones she felt as if Nevada had known something of this man that she did not. "Do you have a problem with me, cat?" His words flew from his mouth like tiny daggers, poised to find their mark. A few patrons were craning their necks towards the bar, curiosity painted upon their faces as they murmured amongst one another. At this Reid shot a filthy glare towards his general direction, and in spite of such a meek apology turned her figure towards the man and leaned forward. In her eyes burned a warning - if he dared meet them. "I don't know what your problem is and I don't care to know," she began, her low voice clear, concise, and venomous. "But you'll keep that trap of your shut, if you know what's good for you, 'lest I cut that clever little tongue of yours out of your mouth." A few feet away the dark haired bartender she'd spoken to before was slowly drying a mug, his head tilted slightly towards the conversation, dark eyes narrowed. "Check yourself, Reid...I'll have none of this in the tavern," he grunted sternly, yet in spite of his narrowed eyes and strict visage, a vague look of sympathy appeared to be chiseled somewhere amongst his features. At this she simply shot him a look - just a look. There was no anger in her eyes or bitterness upon her mouth. Soon afterward she immediately tore away from his gaze and took one last gulp of her ale, emptying the mug and slamming it on the counter roughly. Clearly she was still angered and a verbal slap on the wrist did not extinguish her fiery temper. |
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| Dextra | Aug 20 2011, 08:37 PM Post #11 |
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The anthro decided not to pry any further into what the woman was thinking. It was obvious that all she would get was an angry redhead and nothing that could help her understand what happened to Borin. She had resolved to get that information, but now didn't have to be the time. Listening quietly to the woman's response to her other question, Nevada sipped at what remained of her juice, savoring the tangy taste. She watched the older woman drum her fingers on the table, making her drink vibrate ever so slightly. By the way she was talking, she didn't have anything good to say about pirates. In truth Nevada didn't really either. They were unorthodox, violent, usually uneducated, and brutish. The few times she had dealt with pirates (for information only, they often had great ears for local rumors) she had needed her staff out at all times in case she had to earn some respect instead of just getting it. The only other thing that Nevada found appealing about pirates was the fact that they seemed much more accepting towards physical oddities. Other than that, Nevada could understand Reid's distaste. But, somehow, Reid's loathing seemed much more personal, like she had personal bad experiences with the rats of the sea instead of just bending to the stereotype. The frosted stare the woman gave to the bar as she rubbed at the oddly shaped scar on her arm was enough to make Nevada suspicious. Despite her curiosity, what Reid had done before her life as a trader was none of the anthros business, no matter how much she wanted to know. The brother comment the redhead made popped back into Nevada's head, making her turn to give her a curious eye. "Doesn't he have family that might be worried about him?" Usually someone close to someone missing would speak up and try to find them. But if Borin had done this before, maybe they were used to it. Even so, it might be a good place to start if she wanted to figure out what happened to the man. To Nevada, Reid didn't seem like much of a people person. It might have been because she spent so much time traveling by herself, it might have just been who she was, the anthro didn't know. What she did know was that she couldn't feel anything wrong with the man that sat on her other side, which was normal. Nevada sometimes hated her instincts. They gave her inclinations and feelings that most people would never even think were possible. Other than being a little forward, no one could accuse this man of anything. No one except for her. Her instincts never lied to her. If they said someone was dirty, they generally were. She just hated how she couldn't always hide what her gut was telling her. Now was turning out to be one of those times. The mans tone didn't surprise her. What did surprise her was Reids tone as she pretty much threatened to maim the man. As her new companion railed on the man, Nevada removed her cap, her newly relieved ears startling onlookers and drawing even more stares than what the incident already had. Her ears swiveled back into the erect position on her head as she scanned the room, tossing a questioning look at anyone who was staring. By the time she had redirected most of the peoples eyes, Reid slammed her cup on the bar, drawing stares one again. Nevada chuckled slightly, reaching out and patting reassuringly on the older woman's shoulder. She once again leaned forward to look at the man. Her green eyes were ice and slightly narrowed, the false smile she had on her face was devoid of anything that could be considered happy. As if Reid had never reamed on him, Nevada spoke, her voice chillingly pleasant. "Oh I have nothing against you, old man, just your occupation. What was it again?" She made a face as if she were thinking before snapping her fingers and grinning triumphantly. "That's right! A butcher!" Her face fell and she pinned him with an icy stare. She wasn't a simple barn cat, and if he thought otherwise he would leave this establishment without a limb. "Nevada..." The bartender gave her a stern look, his voice serious. She shrugged and swigged the last bit of her drink as if nothing had happened. "Can I get another one, Gurdo? Then I'll be out of your hair, I should check a few things at the dock before I settle for the night." She did have some business friends she could chat with there, but she also intended to see if anyone knew anything about Borin. She wanted an answer or two, and the dock seemed like the best place to start. |
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| Vor | Aug 22 2011, 07:22 AM Post #12 |
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Vorkael knew his apology wasn't going to work. The redheaded woman turned on him, and he glared back, fingers scraping shallow troughs into the wood of the bar. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nevada take off her cap and draw attention to herself. "She started it, you know," he growled, once she was done. "I have nothing against anthros but she is judging me without knowing me at all. I certainly get enough of it elsewhere, I don't want it intruding when I'm trying to -" And here the cat interrupted him. This was getting out of control. He could feel himself getting out of control. His fingers dug even further into the wood, then he noticed and snatched his hand away. His fangs came out involuntarily but he very quickly shut his mouth and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and get them to retreat. But her words pounded against his ears. Intolerance, ignorance....SHE KNEW NOTHING OF HIM. In a matter of seconds he was next to her, fangs bared. "You know NOTHING of me! Would you rather I kill people? You want me to kill this entire bar full of people?!" After a moment he backed a few steps away, retracted his fangs with an effort. Ignoring everyone but the two women, in fact not being able to even see them at this point, he continued. "No. I'm better than that. Don't judge me before you get to know me. I had no choice in what I am, I did not choose to become a god damned vampire." He spoke very quietly now. "I do not wish to die, but I still have morals. I rarely even torture the animals I kill. Unless you can learn to not be hateful and intolerant, I'm going to leave." He went back to his previous place and finished his mug. "Thank you for serving me," he told the bartender, bowing slightly. |
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| Reid | Aug 27 2011, 09:23 PM Post #13 |
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Reid's anger brewed hotly within her being in spite the echoes of Nevada's light-hearted laughter and reassuring gesture. If anything it added to her inner fire. How could she not take such behavior at heart? Not visually show offense to such rude behavior? That stranger had no right to speak to her in such a manner. Indeed, within her emotionally-driven mind she could make no sense of such a response, yet held her tongue in protest of such a reaction and instead digested it internally, finding no answers to her inner inquiries. Yet her brief stint of contemplation roughly came to an end at her new acquaintance's words. A 'butcher', she called him? At this her brow furrowed, completely positive that Nevada was plainly aware of something that Reid was not. Unless of course, they had known each other prior to such an encounter. Yet the woman did not appear to have known the man; she did not greet him in a jovial manner or call him by any specific name. And then it hit her like a blow to the stomach - this woman was an Anthro. Perhaps such humanoids possessed certain abilities that enabled them to discern things of others that she, a simple human, could not. Feeling rather threatened at facing some sort of unknown danger Reid's guard was now up, her eyes completely planted upon the theoretical threat as she let his words soak into her mind like a water into a sponge. Ah and so he felt judged. At this her nostrils flared widely, for she begged to differ. The woman said not a word and yet he leapt on an assumption. "She started it? That's your mature retort? Last I checked we were grown adults, not wiry little street rats pointing fingers at who stole the Baker's bread. And I fail to see how she judged you. Though quite frankly I believe there's something going on that I cannot perceive myself and I'd rather like to know what that is," she trailed off a bit, her voice low, her eyes still plastered to the figure of the well-built, brown haired man. Yet a second later she allowed herself to glance to her left at the other patrons. Most of the bar-goers' attention was completely undivided towards the three of them, some finding the scene amusing in their drunken stupor, others attempting to hide the fear behind their eyes by glancing downward at their dirtied fingernails and alcoholic beverages, and a bold few sniggering openly as they muttered amongst themselves. Reid tried her best to hold her tongue, wanting deeply to tell the entire lot of them off, yet the dark-haired bartender with the high pony tail took it upon himself to do what she was struggling so hard not to. "What are you lot lookin' at, eh? Get on with your business or get out," he stated gruffly, presently cleaning a mug with a stained white cloth, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to his elbows to keep his clothing from dirtying. At this the small audience appeared to obey, most appearing to be slightly ashamed with themselves, yet a group of drunkards in the corner laughed sharply and continued to mutter, their watery eyes darting across the trio as they sniggered amongst themselves, clearly entertained in spite of Alec's warnings. With such a situation clearly out of the way Reid's attention shifted towards Nevada for a moment, and openly glanced at her ears in genuine curiosity. In her travels she had met only a few Anthros before and could not recall anything specifically different about them (save the obvious) aside from their keen sense of smell. Yet what could she have smelled? Her fiery head turned back to the strange man and her eyebrows rose as she noted his fingernails digging into the wood of the bar for a few moments before he swiftly withdrew them. "You need to calm down and get a hold of yourself. I don't know what your problem is but-" Yet whatever it was that Reid had to say to the man, he would never know, for what she saw in those few second stole the air from her lungs. Indeed, within those passing moments her car-like eyes beheld the ejection of a pair of pearly white canines from the stranger's mouth, and within a split second she knew what Nevada had known all along - realized what it was about the man that caused her voice to growl and mark him 'butcher'. In those few seconds she could mark him as a Vampire. Yet not only was he a Vampire, he appeared to be a Vampire unable to control himself. With her blood now pounding rapidly in her chest from such a sudden shock of realization, Reid's hand swiftly darted towards her scimitar Khalil and rested upon its hilt with a firm grip, her hand and weapon covered to those gazing behind her by her burgundy cloak. This of course was not meant to be an act of aggression towards the man, but an involuntary precaution on her part. A tavern full of warm bodies and a distraught Vampire could potentially be a formula for disaster. Even with that taken into account, she did not know how long ago he had been made. Reid herself did not even know much of Vampires let alone how to fight against one if need be. She had traded with one only once, and quite truthfully had been happy to leave his presence once their business was complete. Deciding to see how things played out for the man, Reid watched attentively as he shouted in frustration, soon taking a few step backs and retracting the white fangs that had, moments before, glimmered eerily in the light of the bar. As he spoke on the grip on her scimitar loosened and soon fell limp completely, and her limb soon found its way back to her mug. She clasped onto it in spite of its vacancy of liquid, for she simply felt comfort in holding onto it. Ah, so he felt turmoil for what he was. All the same she found his behavior towards the woman to be based on assumption and incredibly rash; completely unjustified, it was. Yet Nevada's growling certainly didn't help his identity issues, or so Reid assumed. After a moment or so the redhead sat there in the light of the bar, and scratched the back of her head in thought. A dead leaf appeared to fall from her curls and landed below on the dirty wood floor, and she allowed her hands to rest upon the top of the bar, facing the Vampire. Her stare found him for a few moments, and for a while it seemed as though the traveler had nothing to say to the strange vampire. Her anger towards him had seemingly left her features, yet an air of hardness was painted upon her visage. "Well. If you honestly wanted to dispel the typical stereotypes of a Vampire I'd say you've went about it in the worst imaginable way; threatening the patrons, an angry outburst, that sort of thing." She paused for a moment before going on. "Just take a seat, finish your drink, and keep your head down." And with that she was done, and hoped he'd leave them be for the rest of the evening. She was not interested in dealing with an emotionally torn Vampire, nor did she care of his diet choices and personal habits. If he was having issues, that was his problem. 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| Dextra | Sep 7 2011, 07:19 PM Post #14 |
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(( Sorry it took me so long!!)) When Her instincts generally got her out of trouble, Nevada couldn't complain. She loved the things, they had gotten her out of bad deals, into good ones, and kept her alive on the road. Usually when they told her something so strongly she couldn't help but have a physical reaction, that was her cue to get herself the hell out. But when they got her into situations like this, with the strange man fuming to one side of Reid, who was also looking angry enough to burst, she wished she had never had her instincts. Rolling her eyes, Nevada turned around once again to face the bar, sipping at her now full mug. She ones again moved her hand, this time squeezing Reids shoulder in what she hopped was a 'settle down' gesture. She shot her a look. She didn't need people to fight her battles for her, she just didn't see what the use was in getting spun up over a little something like this. Over the past two years she had learned the hard way how irrational and emotional decisions could affect your judgement, and she wasn't about to let up now. She wasn't going to let this guy get under her skin. She let an easy smile place itself on her face, the same face she used when she was dealing with a customer that she didn't really like. She listened absently as Reid snarled at him, then as the bartender shouted at the thrill seekers. Nevada couldn't really blame them. Arguments could be entertaining. "I have nothing against whatever you may be." Nevada said with a shrug after everything had settled down. She sipped once again at her drink. She had no intention of making this escalate, but of course intentions weren't everything. By the time the man had blasted to her side, her ears were once again pressed against the back of her head. Her tail was fluffed to twice it's normal size, but her face was dutifully neutral. She stared into his rabid face, her nostrils filling with his sent and her eyes quickly taking in his flashing fangs. She finally understood what he was, and what had made her gut twist with agitation, making her snarl with warning. She barely registered Reids intent stare as her new companion studied her. Nevadas attention was riveted to the man standing in front of them. The words he spewed justified, but rash. For him to blow up over a simple tone of voice, it was hard to think about what would happen if he was ever openly ridiculed for what he was. As he finished, going back to his seat, Nevada took up her mug, leaning her back against the bar. She nearly drained the mug before placing it hard on the table. "You're right." She started, speaking to no one in particular but it was obvious who she was addressing. "I knew nothing about you. I had no intention of getting to know you. In fact, I didn't even know what you were before that little display." She turned on her stool, eying him with frozen grey green eyes. "I'm sure you're quite a decent vampire, but I have instincts. And when my instincts tell me somethings a risk, somethings dangerous enough that I should get the hell away from it, I listen. And you my friend, did not help me in quelling that initial impression." She raised her glass to him and drained the rest of the liquid from it, giving a heavy sigh before once again casting a glance at Reid. Chuckling, Nevada hailed the dark haired barkeep. "Could you get Reid another? Otherwise I think she'll glare a hole in your wall." After a pause, she continued. "Actually, bring the good man beside her another as well, both on me." The barkeep cocked an eyebrow and nodded, taking off to acquire the drinks. Sighing, Nevada crossed her arms on the wood bar, hoping her peace offering to the man would be accepted. She didn't like him, but that did not mean she could be cruel and rude. |
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| Vor | Sep 7 2011, 08:29 PM Post #15 |
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Vorkael had his right hand on the counter when Reid began addressing him. "Be happy I didn't act, I suppose," he replied to her, shrugging and not looking at her He didn't matter to her, so she wouldn't matter to him. No reason to feel bad if he upset her more, though his voice was quite calm, so there wasn't really any reason to. He would keep his head down now, surprised as he was more sober people hadn't jumped up and ran or something when he revealed what he was. It wasn't like they couldn't have heard. Right then the anthro spoke again. He took her words in, glancing over to her for a minute before looking back down at the wood of the bar, and where he had left those scratch marks. Vainly he tried to cover parts of it with the wood that was scraped up, but it just crumbled, so he took his hand off the counter and kept them by his sides instead. About to reply once she had finished, he shut his mouth when she added something. Then after a moment, got one for him too. The vampire looked down at the floor for a second, then smiled slightly and eased onto the stool. "I'm sorry then, for whatever that may be worth now. I understand, Nevada. I get treated badly and so expected to be treated badly or...worse, at least." He paused, thinking for a few seconds. "I assumed. I'm not in the greatest of moods tonight, and it was a bad thing to take it out on you two. And thank you, as well, for the drink." He was glad to feel more calm now. He'd used his anger up, so to say, and Nevada was being nice, so...it certainly wasn't hindering. After a moment the barkeeper had their drinks for them, and he dipped his head and took a large swig of the alcohol. It worked to further content him and so he smiled slightly again, one hand on his thigh and the other elbow on the bar counter as he now patiently waited for something else to happen. Edited by Vor, Sep 7 2011, 08:30 PM.
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| Reid | Sep 11 2011, 02:52 PM Post #16 |
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A firm grip on her shoulder caused Reid's eyebrows to shoot upward creating deep crevices within her pale forehead that complimented her severe expression. She received the look from Nevada knowing full well what it meant yet cared little to take it to heart. This wasn't anything to fuss over - this was a heated disagreement, one of the many Reid had encountered in her lifetime. Indeed, as far as she was concerned it wasn't a proper visit into town if someone didn't end up starting a bar fight at the local tavern. Yet as social indiscretions were attended to and tempers subsided no such a tussle was to occur at the bar this evening. In fact, she found Nevada's choice of words to be quite choice in quelling the situation and could openly say that she could not have done a better job herself - although being her, she never would. "Well said, that was. Part time diplomat, I'll take it?" Reid commented with hint of a smirk, attempting to make light of the situation now that their vampiric vagabond was settled down, and due to this she graciously dismissed his comment - a luxury she rarely bestowed upon individuals. Especially those she had grown to dislike, and so far he was most certainly not in her good graces. Yet for the sake of her new acquaintance and the patrons of the bar she kept her slim mouth closed; yet a small twitch of annoyance, as subtle as it was, appeared in a flash - a physical display of inner thoughts she chose not to convey. True he seemed genuinely sorry for such an intense display yet Reid was incredibly wary of him and unlike Nevada could not mask such things in a tapestry of emotional restraint. And so she resolved to keep her temper to herself for the rest of the evening; a laughable feat, no doubt, yet one she would have to attempt all the same. Indeed, in her mind she knew such a commitment would only be broken, and so she wasted little thought on it. Instead her thoughts wandered towards business and the few connections she had in Etruria. She would, more than likely, head out of the tavern soon enough to get a decent amount of rest before the morning. Reid wished to beat the sun and head out while the stars still glittered in the inky skies, yet knew that such a goal could not be accomplished for all shops opened with the rising sun. If only Borin were still here. I'd have been able to leave right on time, she thought bitterly to herself and soon her being felt hardened at the thought of him, wherever he was. There's nothing I can do for him, if it's true. Truly there isn't, Reid thought to herself in vain, for she knew nothing of what he'd spoken of, nor had she understood it. I could enter the shop and simply take a look around. Prove that I'm right. Nothing will be there and that will be the end of it, she supposed to herself, and pondered vaguely on the idea for a moment. She had been given a key a year ago from Borin, yet in her disgruntled state had forgotten she had the ability to enter the establishment. Yet all the same it was probably good that she had not for in a small merchant town if anyone had glimpsed her entering a closed shop it more than likely would have meant more trouble for Reid. Perhaps she'd come back in a few months and see if the iron key could open the shop. In the mean time, she'd sell her goods and leave. As was her custom. "Could you get Reid another? Otherwise I think she'll glare a hole in your wall." At this, for the first time in nearly two weeks, the woman let out a genuine laugh. It rang pleasantly through the air, like wind chimes dancing in a summer's breeze, yet eerily so. Strange, it was, to hear such a lovely sound emit from someone so hardened. "I think that would be best- for everyone's sake," she replied in her usual tone, all hints of any melodic qualities completely deceased. And with that said she managed a nod towards Nevada, her usual bodily gesture of thanks. The strange man was also given the friendly motion, peace offerings no doubt, yet this did not change her view on receiving the drink in any way. A free pint was a free pint and she knew better than to slight such a motion. In the moments to follow the brown haired man soon spoke to the pair of them, again apologizing for such behavior, yet all Reid managed was a nodding of her fiery head and a less hardened expression every time his figure caught her eye. Which for her was a great accomplishment. "You've got a name then?" She grunted towards the man, staring at the wall in front of her. A pale hand clasped firmly around the freshly filled mug of ale and she took a generous gulp of it as she waited for the reply to her inquiry. She didn't like him - not one bit - but if she had to sit next to such an emotionally torn creature she might as well drudge up some small talk to keep him calm. |
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| Dextra | Sep 20 2011, 04:20 PM Post #17 |
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"Well I'm glad that's all settled!" Relieved was probably the better word for it. The last thing Nevada wanted to do was separate Reid and the vampire. She didn't even know if she would be able to if either of them started attacking the either. Both were strong, maybe even equal ability. Reid would have temper and cold hard skill on her side, where the man would have his supernatural abilities and burning rage to fuel him. She was a cat with a stick. Not the best odds. Of course, she could stop worrying about that, she had diffused the situation and now both of them were cooling down, Reid keeping her temper at bay and the man seeing what a conclusion he jumped to. Not a bad negotiation if she could say so herself. At Reids next words the anthro simply shrugged and took a sip from her newly refilled glass, smirking slightly. A diplomat she was not, but she learned fast. Though it felt good, feeding your pride and letting your temper do the talking didn't always suit a situation. She found talking people out of or into something worked much better and usually left you with fewer bruises. It wasn't always easy, especially when a situation like the one she just got out of came up, but it was the safer alternative. Of course, that didn't always mean you didn't beat your opponent. Nevada grinned at the thought of a few cheats she had bested through her sweet talking. It was easy to understand the other travelers discomfort though. Talking wasn't always as satisfying in the comfort department as punching someone in the face was. She could see the slight discomfort the older woman was feeling, and the twitch of annoyance wasn't lost on her. Reid had a temper, and for her to not act on it seemed to be an odd occurrence for her. And, somehow, Nevada knew that it was a good thing that she did, otherwise she expected that the vampire would have a problem. That's not the only thing she's holding back. Nevada's ears twitched as she studied Reid for a moment, sipping at her drink. The feeling that Reid knew something about Borins disappearance that she didn't. From Reids age, she probably had been trading and meeting with Borin longer time than Nevada had. It would have surprised the anthro if the other woman had a rather personal relationship with the merchant, though Reid didn't seem like the kind to get overly attached to her business partners and clientele. Brow furrowed, Nevada took another gulp from her mug, swirling the sweet liquid around her mouth before swallowing it. The sudden burst of sound startled her, and probably a lot of the other patrons of the bar as well. She had only offered the woman a drink. Maybe she was more of a lightweight than the anthro had thought. Somehow though, the laugh didn't sound drunk, and instead sounded as pure as fresh snow. It was odd that the street savvy, rather rough cut redhead could produce such a sound. Well, she supposed anything was possible. Nevada herself could hiss and purr with the best of them after all. Chuckling, the anthro shook her head. "Well I'm glad you enjoy using my coin to get yourself tipsy." She smirked at Reid, tail flicking back and forth underneath her cloak. " Don't expect me to drag you out of here." His name? Nevada eyed Reid, and then the man curiously. Well, if they were going to be talking it would certainly be a good thing to know. "And do you have a destination?" She put in after Reid finished. She was curious. This man was a mystery, and Nevada wasn't a fan of mysteries. |
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| Vor | Sep 21 2011, 11:07 AM Post #18 |
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He glanced over at the red-haired woman when she let out a laugh, a little surprised. Someone had mood swings, or so it seemed from his point of view. Slowly he took another drink, not thinking about much now. He was calm, but tonight it wouldn't take much to set him off again. It wasn't necessary that he got out quickly or he would have already done so; he would go when he had to. Until then, he could cope with some light conversation. As if on cue, Reid asked him his name, and then Dextra added a question on where he was going. The man thought about this for a few moments before replying. "Yes, it's Vorkael. And I think I'll be heading to the Do'suul Mountains. My...friends like to hang out there; it's one of their few mutual favourite places. That or the volcano, but I can't venture too far up there since I can't..." Vorkael stopped, chuckling quietly. "Well, I can't fly or run really, really fast. So it's a bit too dangerous for me to go up there, because tons of lava will kill a vampire, for obvious reasons." Now he took his mug into both hands, elbows on the wood of the bar, moving it in his hands slightly as he thought. "What about you two? Who is this Borin you keep talking about, and what happened to him?" |
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| Reid | Sep 24 2011, 03:29 PM Post #19 |
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"Trust me, I'm nowhere near tipsy...nor am I drunk," Reid replied simply, which was the truth. A few pints of ale did nothing to her demeanor in terms of hindering her perception or altering her personality. In fact, she herself could not remember the last time she had been drunk. Hot tempered as she was, she disliked being in a state of intoxication - unlike most of the bar patrons whom appeared to be reveling in their altered states, chortling loudly amongst themselves as the inky sky above them grew darker with the passing time. No, she was still quite aware of her surroundings - she always needed to be. Her pale, elongated fingers began to rap rhythmically at the side of the mug as her new acquaintance posed her own question to the stranger. One of many questions, this one, she thought to herself, wondering how one with such a prying nature could remain so unscathed. And indeed she was, at least as far as Reid had seen so far the woman appeared relatively scar-free and warm in disposition. In a sense she reminded Reid of herself before she had left that small fishing village near the Sedokai ocean - young, keen, and ready to take on a life of travel. But time distorts people. Brushing off such wandering thoughts, she turned her attention back towards the stranger. Ah, so Vorkael was his name. A bit odd, although quite frankly she was none to judge. Her own given name had raised a few eyebrows in the past, depending on what region she'd been doing business in. "The Do'sull Mountains? That's quite a journey from here. I think I've only visited that location a few times myself." She remarked casually, attempting a bit of bland small talk. Although soon his own inquiries wandered towards old familiar grounds, ones Nevada had been probing about just a while earlier. "I'm here on business." She replied curtly, before taking a sip of ale and setting it off to the side a bit. "Borin is a business partner of mine - Nevada's as well. He's disappeared a while back." |
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| Dextra | Sep 29 2011, 11:55 AM Post #20 |
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Grinning, Nevada had no doubts that Reid could hold her liquor. The redhead looked like she would down a few pints whenever she had a chance. Sipping at her own drink the anthro relished in the temporary calm. Non-business related small talk over drinks weren't things she partook in very often. Usually she would just find somewhere to sleep and then go to work. It wasn't a total lose, she enjoyed her work, and she was good at it. Though she didn't mind that she couldn't drink alcohol. She turned on her stool and watched the other bar patrons for a moment, chuckling at their drunken pleasure. It took very little alcohol to get her drunk, she usually started feeling fuzzy after the first few mouthfuls. And the hangover were horrid. In truth, she still didn't really trust Vorkael, even with his new openness. He still gave her that uneasy feeling that she would have to constantly be on her toes. Attacking him without reason, like a few of her instincts were telling her, wouldn't get her anywhere. It would just bring the conflict back up into the open. Nevada would just have to settle in for the long haul. Talking to him couldn't really be that bad, or cause that much trouble. Besides, her instincts might settle down if she gave them enough time. "The Do'suul mountains?" Nevada was startled. "I used to live up in those mountains. They aren't for the faint of heart." She hadn't expected to have her home brought up in a common conversation. Though she supposed that where she had lived in the mountains could have been a completely different place than where Vorkaels friends seemed to go. Still, it was odd to hear of travelers going there without a purpose. "Those aren't common visiting spots, your friends must be really well versed travelers to have it as one of their favorite spots." She sipped at her drink, curious. "Your friends..." She paused and then continued. "they wouldn't be like you, would they?" Something told her that they probably were, but she wasn't going to jump to conclusions. "Rumor has it he was running from pirates." Nevada didn't expect Reid to appreciate this statement. It wasn't like she was telling him that Borin had been in debut, just what she had heard. "You've been traveling correct?" She leaned forward to stare at the vampire only a stool away from her. "You haven't seen anyone suspicious, have you?" Nevada had been asking herself the same thing, but she hadn't come up with anything. Vorkael could have met Borin or his attackers without even knowing it. |
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| Vor | Sep 30 2011, 09:20 AM Post #21 |
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Vorkael thought he had made that clear when he talked about them, then flying and running fast. He supposed it was better, in this case atleast, to assume otherwise and ask, though. "Yes they are. One's my...very old maker. Beinv." He skipped on anymore details on that, for now. When she asked her next question, he couldn't help but smile. "I see suspicious people all the time. But, to answer your question, I don't think so. I've only been here two nights, and this is the second one. I'm not sure he'd have left, or been stolen, whatever you think has happened, at night either. If he got attacked, it was more likely at night though. But I can't help you because I'm sure I wasn't here before he was gone. Sorry." With a shrug, he added, "I would have told you if I'd seen anything funny. I was asking about the whereabouts of two people I knew, why not give you information if I could?" At that he drank a bit more of his beer, sighing as he set it gently on the table again. He would never get over the habit of breathing, would he? He'd been a vampire for three quarters of a century and he still breathed. He remembered it when he was underwater or needed to be quiet and still, atleast, that was good. Neither Beinv nor Yuna still breathed without having to think. Beinv made sense, but Yuna, who was only fifteen years a vampire? So much younger than him. Well, he knew that he hadn't taught that skill to her. Must be all the hanging around Beinv that had "rubbed off" in that way. He glared at his alcohol for a moment, then took another drink to calm his swelling of anger. It was like screwing your grandfather...wrong on so many levels. Atleast they were both close in the age they'd been turned at. Maybe they simply didn't want him to find them. They'd been gone for so many years now. The two last beings he had real ties to now, though, severing them? Even for a short while. It still hurt. He guessed that as long as they were happy, he could wait a few more years. With that time, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He'd been almost everywhere except the most dangerous places - those could be left off until he was atleast sveeral hundred years older than he was now. When he was stronger and faster. Edited by Vor, Sep 30 2011, 09:21 AM.
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| Reid | Oct 2 2011, 02:54 PM Post #22 |
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So he was looking for his vampire buddies. Well, in any case it certainly explained the interesting hang out spots he'd mentioned earlier. It wasn't everyday one referred to a volcano as a spot for a group outing. As far as she reckoned it seemed as though the group of them favored the locations as choice picnic spots. Did vampires even have picnics? At least they'd be keeping out of trouble, she thought to herself, rapping her fingers on the tabletop as she listened to the verbal exchanged between the two. Better a reclusive vampire hanging out in difficult to reach locations than a bloodthirsty newborn running amok all about the countryside. Still, she was immensely wary of him. His outburst was still wandering about in the back of her mind, causing Reid to feel on edge in spite of the drink Nevada has provided her. Her bouts of restlessness were beginning to get the best of her - for she hadn't anticipated such a persistent social encounter, let alone the disappearance of an old friend. The evening was beginning to drain her, and it showed. Although to any onlooker it simply appeared as though Reid had gotten very tired and rightfully so. The journey across the desert had been a long and unusual one, even for her, and with the threat of a prying mind like Nevada's and this wild-card of a vampire...well, the alcohol certainly took a bit of the edge off, at any rate. The disheveled woman listened intently to their conversation either way, sipping on the ale her generous acquaintance had offered her, content to keep her sharp mouth shut for the time being. So Vorkael hadn't seen anything suspicious - probably for the best. If Borin's crazed rant had been true she wouldn't wish such a malevolent power near any one - vampire or otherwise. And Reid hadn't the spirit to chase after ghosts alone in the vast dunes. All she could hope for was that she was wrong. Without thought Reid raised her hands up above her head and stretched her limbs for a moment, letting out a gruff sigh as she did so. "So you're looking for your maker, eh?" she asked Vorkael, a bit out of nowhere especially since the conversation had shifted since his mention of them. "Does he happen to trade by chance? I think I may have run into him about a year ago down south," she offered, scratching her chin lazily with a milky finger as she pondered this, remembering well the eerie encounter. "Strange fellow. Quite cryptic. Rather glad I didn't have to stay around him any longer than I had to." The woman then shrugged, leaning back slightly in her chair, her tired stare now directed out the window to her right. She could make out the figure of her horse, Tobias, amongst the others in the front of the tavern. It was getting late and the steed looked a bit worn. A visible frown soon appeared on her face, and the spit fire slid from her seat and got to her feet. "Hold that thought," she said, giving no explanation to where she was about to go and proceeded to walk gruffly towards the door of the bar, and slipped out into the inky darkness of the desert evening. As soon as her mop of red hair popped out of the door the steed whinnied in greeting and a tired smile lit up the hardened face of the traveler. She sauntered over to her long time companion and patted him on the back heartily. "Won't be too long now," Reid stated, as if to inform the horse of their future plans. "Here. This will tide you over for a bit I'm sure." She reached into her satchel to snatch what appeared to be an apple, and held it out to the horse. It began to gnaw on the fruit merrily and when he finished Reid petted the horse's forehead. He seemed to be doing alright, but a decent overnight stay would probably do the horse good. Especially if they were to make their way across the desert in the morning. Although in truth she was mostly looking forward to a proper shower and a warm bed at the inn. |
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| Dextra | Oct 9 2011, 01:41 PM Post #23 |
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Though she didn't completely trust Vorkael, he was certainly interesting to talk to. His temper still kept her wary but his idea of how Borin was taken was an interesting one. "No you wouldn't have been here. Apparently he's been gone for a good month or so." She thought for a moment, sipping at her mug. She grimaced slightly when Vorkeal told her he hadn't seen anything resembling Borin. She sighed and nodded. "I understand, thank you though." She turned to give him an apologetic grin. "Unfortunately I'll have to give you similar information. But if your friends did go to Morrim their going to have to deal with a good bit of weather. It's getting to be the stormy season soon, and if I know those mountains like I hope I do they won't be easy to navigate." She pondered over the vampires words as he spoke, her ears pricking at the sudden undertone that swirled in the mans words. It wasn't anger, but it was close, as if he had some bitterness towards the people he was looking for. He couldn't be looking for them to kill them could he? She doubted it. If they really were the only real connections he had, than even if he did have a bone to pick with them, he wouldn't want to get rid of them entirely. Even if he was a vampire, he was still human at heart. Humans liked companionship. "What are your friends like? If you give me a description I can keep an eye out." She asked, her eyes flicking towards the surprisingly quiet Reid. The strong, proud looking woman she had been talking to earlier seemed to have lost a bit of her energy. It wasn't a real surprise, considering how she had probably been traveling all day, and how it was now getting late. She was listening, Nevada knew that, but she seemed to be lost in her own little world. Thoughts seemed to swirl through her mind, and Nevada had a good idea that they had something to do with Borin, or possibly Vorkaels previous actions and words. She knew the redhead didn't trust the vampire anymore than she did, Reid probably trusted him even less. Whatever it may have been it wasn't a good thing, and it made Nevada's brow furrow momentarily in question. The woman's movements drew the anthro's eyes back to her. She listened as Reid once again questioned Vorkael, rather late considering how their conversation had moved forward already. Nevada relaxed and sipped at her drink as Reid once again took over in the conversation. Taking a moment to consider how Vorkael would react to the older woman's words. She watched as Reid left, then once again turned to speak to Vorkeal. "So where will you head after this?" Outside, Duke Hephaestus was not happy. He was tired, he was covered in sand, and above all, he was hungry. The oats his waster had given him about an hour ago had not sufficed, neither had the meager bits of grass he had nibbled on when he had first been tied up. If Nevada didn't get out here soon, he would start making noise. How many drinks would his master even need? As he silently grumbled to himself, a sweet, familiar smell wafted into his nostrils. Looking over, he saw a horse being tended to by his fire haired master, an apple disappearing between his cheeks. No one carried just one apple around, right? Braying loudly he stretched out his tether and reached for the woman, biting and tugging on her tunic with a whinny. Back inside, Nevada swiveled on her chair at the sound of her donkey. With an exasperated sigh, she turned back to Vor. "Sorry, Vorkael, give me a moment." Jumping off her stool she trotted out to her donkey. "Hephaestus, leave her be. You can't have every apple in the world." Taking hold of his tether, she pulled her donkey away from the older woman. With an indignant huff, the donkey nipped her hip. "Ey, stop that. We'll go to the inn soon, I promise. Then we'll get you cleaned and fed, alright?" She eyed her donkey, who eyed her straight back with annoyance. The anthro shot Reid an apologetic look. |
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| Vor | Oct 9 2011, 05:00 PM Post #24 |
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"What are your friends like? If you give me a description I can keep an eye out." He remembered describing them briefly before, but in all that had happened, he wasn't surprised she would forget. Or maybe she was also looking for a little more detail. Wht else could he say, though? Beinv had a conjuration ability, which meant they changed clothes every day, and different styles and colours all the time. About to reply, he found Reid asking him a question now too. No...he didn't trade. It appeared that she had somewhat remembered his description of his maker, though. "No, Beinv doesn't trade. What he wants, he can conjure or steal. At his age, nothing will stop him from doing what he wants when he wants it. I'm glad he's quite the nice man, because of that." He could be...cryptic, as Reid said it. He sometimes had convoluted ways of doing things, or what he thought were very simple reasons. But if you got down to it, he had a lot of kindness and compassion, even a generous streak. On his good days he'd go to poor areas in the world, conjure gold and give everyone enough to let them live well for atleast a few weeks. It didn't cost him anything to make that little gold though, and he could do it again and again, so he wasn't sure that could be called generous. Maybe more...bored. Now Vorkael thought back to Nevada's question, thinking of answering it. But apparently she got distracted by...she had a donkey. Interesting. That had somehow escaped his notice before now. Not the donkey, he saw it as he was coming in. But that the anthro owned him. He also remembered she'd apologized to him, which was a nice gesture. These people were better at forgiving than most would have been in their situation. Wtih a shrug, he drank some more of his beer, waiting for the young woman to calm her donkey down and get back so that he could answer her question. |
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| Reid | Oct 16 2011, 02:13 PM Post #25 |
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(Sorry it took so long to reply. This week has been immensely hectic for me.) If her frame hadn't been plagued with the weight of her weariness she might have injured the majestic animal. Fortunately for everyone involved her reaction to the spontaneous and unexpected tug on her garment only rendered a quizzical expression and a slight turn of her body to gaze over at the source of the mysterious pull; to her surprise a dark colored donkey with a fresh white muzzle greeted her with its large black eyes. "Well you're a forward fellow, aren't you? Come now, you haven't even bought me a drink yet. Manners. Honestly," she replied lazily to the curious animal, the wrinkles around her eyes tightening as she squinted slightly to examine the animal in thought. What in the world could it want from her? Her train of thought had come to a halt however as Tobias had taken it upon himself to investigate the contents of her bag. The steed proceeded to tug at it greedily in search for another piece of ruby red fruit. "Hey now, that's enough," she uttered irritably, placing a worn hand on his muzzle and turning it sternly in the other direction. "I've only got one left and who knows how long this fellow's been hanging around here. You'll get a proper meal soon enough. Don't be such a glutton." And with that she exhaled tiredly as her hand swiftly snatched out the last of the scarlet fruit, yet just as her bony hand clasped around it Nevada had trotted out from the tavern. The younger woman approached the donkey, who Reid soon found out was called Hephaestus, and proceeded to softly scold the animal. Reid simply watched, having since retrieved the apple from her satchel and began to toss it into the air and catch it within her white palm, over and over again. It seemed strange to her, how Nevada had come so swiftly to halt the situation. Yet Reid was ignorant to how others perceived her ability to become quickly angered and didn't theorize that this might have been an attempt to prevent another fit of anger. So as soon as Nevada glanced at her the woman simply shrugged in reply, catching the apple in her calloused hand for the last time. "S'fine. He...or she, just saw me feeding Tobias and I guess this guy wanted a bit of a snack. He's welcome to have it, anyway. I'm going to stock up before I leave town." |
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