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| Topic Started: Sep 26 2011, 08:00 PM (1,133 Views) | |
| Foojoe | Oct 19 2011, 05:03 PM Post #26 |
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Ecce homo qui est faba
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((Sorry for the late reply guys, I've been feeling like such crap recently but I'll dredge something up no doubt.)) Foojoe frowned at the prostrate man being tended to by Nevneni, then nodded with a grim expression at the vampire. "Not killed, oh no. We've had worse, and we always survive. Though why is the question..the puzzle, the riddle. Not that it was timely on your part, nor appreciated good sir." Frowning into his mug he took a long pull, snorted then blinked rapidly to clear his tearing eyes, and barked a short laugh. "By Luna's panties, it's like drinking a hot coal! Regards to you dear barkeep, this is an especially good vintage! Certainly puts a warmth in the bones." Leaning back against the bar he rubbed tired eyes, watching Nevneni work with curiosity. He knew much about the plants that grew and could be used for such concotions as those she appeared to be using, though he didn't know what they were, only that humans liked to mash them, stew them, boil them, steep them...of that he had no real understanding. But the natural effects...still, it was interesting. More so than the fact she helped people regardless of their actions. That is a noble and difficult task to uphold no? And then he mentioned it. The unmentionable! He shouldn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't? Maybe. It was a harmless question yes? Smiling leisurely he took a more careful sip of the strong spirits and nodded slowly, watching Vor with a guarded expression. "She is no one. And every one. Nowhere and everywhen. She is my Champion and I am her Lady! ... No wait, scratch that, reverse it!" Chuckling he sighed, scuffing the straw with one hoof. "She is to me, a Goddess, and I will gladly follow her into the cold emptiness of oblivion just to catch a fleeting glimpse of that smile, so devious, so wicked, so charming...but we can't say her name. Oh no. That would be...wrong. Mm...much like the young man who tried to capture Luna, beloved of Fae...the moon. And in doing so caused the..cycle. Up there, heavenwards. One can never truly understand the power a name can give to the knower..." Eyes twinkling he lowered his head to drink again, wishing he knew a few Names himself, though he knew that was not where his own peculiar talents lay. "Especially if you break it." |
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| Nevneni | Nov 11 2011, 07:43 PM Post #27 |
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Asperges me hysopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
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(Screwing with the posting order lalala) Nevneni listened to Foojoe with interest. From the sound of it, he was either a prophet, or he was insane. At least, if he was insane, he was having fun with it. How nice it must be to be followed around by a benevolent spirit- one would never get lonely. She took a swig of the firewine and twisted her face up again, trying to hide the pained expression behind her hair. A tingling was growing in her brain. She obviously had a low tolerance for alcohol, though she had expected as much. She felt...light. Her mind pressing at the front of her skull, a smile growing spontaneously on her face. "She sounds nice," she found herself saying to Foojoe, "I wouldn't mind meeting her." What the hell does that mean? He's mad. Oh well. She laughed to herself and took a large gulp from her drink. She forgot to hide her grimace and let loose a rare expletive, "Damn!" She looked to Vorkael, smiling. "Does it always hurt this much? How do you manage it?" |
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| Foojoe | Nov 12 2011, 11:36 AM Post #28 |
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(*turns posting order into rubix cube* Lalalala-leeee. You shouldn't have done that.) "Perhaps, one day." Smiling the Satyr drained the mug and put it carefully on the counter, staring off into space. He wondered what was happening back home, so far overseas. It would be growing colder there soon, much colder than here, where it was deliciously mild. Unless you went to Morrim, where the wind cut through you like knives unless you were swaddled tighter than a newborn. Each of them seemed immersed in their drinks, though the little elf-girl clearly was not used to it. Ah well, she soon would be. Everyone was eventually. It usually took a few but once that warm fuzziness set in, you tended not to care, really. He pulled a small silver spoon from within his coat, carefully so as not to terrify anyone, for spoons were things to be most cautious about. Great power in spoons, oh yes, the power to scoop and lift, or fling, or... He placed it on his nose, where it stuck, swinging slightly from side to side. Yes. Great power indeed. (Khgfhghkjkjjhhg. MUSE.) |
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| Vor | Nov 13 2011, 12:33 AM Post #29 |
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A vampire in control of his urges
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(Aw I was next! D:< No I don't actually care that much XD Hey I have a little more material to write with now yaaayy lol) Vorkael let out a sigh, taking another gulp, making himself keep a straight face. It was quite a difficult thing to achieve, but he managed to pull it off. When he realized this he chuckled, realizing he was finally starting to get tipsy. Damn, it took such a long time. He looked to Nevneni when she said she'd like to meet this...person Foojoe spoke of. It made her sounds just as mad as him, but that was okay. Alcohol did that sometimes. Then she cursed and spoke to him. She did have a low tolerance. "Oh, well, you get used to it after some time. I've always had a high tolerance though." He looked into his mug and saw it was nearly gone...had he really drink that much? Or...had there been that little? The vampire found himself wanting to laugh at that, but he suppressed it...it wasn't funny in the slightest. That was when he noticed the satyr with a spoon on his nose...and that was when he couldn't help but start laughing. |
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| Nevneni | Nov 13 2011, 05:31 AM Post #30 |
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Asperges me hysopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
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Nevneni didn't reply to Vorkael, merely watched with interest as the satyr pulled a spoon from seemingly nowhere and, almost reverently, placed it on his nose. He acted like this was an entirely normal thing to be doing, a regular fact of life. Also, where had he gotten a nice spoon like that? Her family had never had spoons of such a quality. In her mildly inebriated state, she couldn't help but feel an unreasonable pang of envy, both because this man was so easily amused and distracted and because he had a nice spoon. When she realized what she had been thinking, she laughed convulsively, grabbing Vorkael's arm so she didn't fall over and then asked, inbetween gasps of laughter, "That's a nice... spoon. I must admit...I am quite...jealous. Where do you...get one like that?" She realized with a pang of embarrassment that it sounded like an innuendo. You musn't lose yourself, Neni, she thought, and tried to remember details of her life- girls in leaves, her father helping her pull back a boy, donkey, grapes...Only the darkness that plagued her so had disappeared for the moment. And that was nice. Edited by Nevneni, Nov 15 2011, 08:59 AM.
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| Foojoe | Nov 17 2011, 03:28 PM Post #31 |
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Ecce homo qui est faba
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Foojoe wasn't quite sure what they were laughing about, and an uncertain grin hovered around his lips as he turned his head, the spoon swinging slightly. "I'm jealous too. Isn't she pretty? I call her Brandine. I acquired her from a midget. He was most displeased and threw his hat at me. So I kept it. Parting gift." He tapped the little hat on his head, the stub of a candle fixed to the brim, worn, faded and patched, and once bright green, sitting at a jaunty angle on his head. "Nice fellow, actually, until he got drunk and started trying to steal my left hand. Not quite sure what he wanted it for. Probably wanted to mummify it or somesuch and feed it to a marmot. And he thought I was crazy!" He raised his mug again, then realized he couldn't quite drink from it with the spoon there, and spent the next few seconds trying to work his tongue around the handle to get at the wine, to little success. "Bother. Barkeep! Another round! Though...mulled wine for the lady. Don't want her keeling over." The woman stared at him for a moment, transfixed by the cutlery on his face and he allowed a smug smile. Great power in my spoon there is. Mmyes. When she returned with the drinks he sniffed suspiciously at his, the spices tingling in his nose, and he pulled back from the bar just in time as he sneezed, his movement causing the spoon to fly off his face and rattle into the near empty mug that the barkeep was just making a move to pick up, shooting him a disapproving frown. "Sorry, Brandine gets a bit excited sometimes." He took a blue spotted handkerchief from inside his coat and wiped the spoon down, then shoved it back where it had come from. |
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